The hovering sausage exploded into tiny, gristly chunks.
The melee below stopped, as both P&Sers and JR-cultists gasped in horror.
JR nodded in satisfaction, putting the Wand of Violation back upon his throne.
But then there came the sound of….chuckling.
“Haw haw haw!” cackled Large Marge and Montana Matilda, floating down on parachutes. “You fell for the oldest trick in the book! The ol’ sausage swap!”
“Eeeww,” muttered I_Need_More_Cowbell, turning away, “I can see right up Montana Matilda’s dress…and she’s wearing paisley underpants with frills.”
“Nope, look again!” cackled Matilda, “I’m NOT wearing ANY underpants!”
Distracted by the spectacle of drifting, bottomless Grannies, the sunglassed man began fumbling for the Wand. At that moment however, a pair of meaty fists emerged from the ground, grasping his ankles tight.
“Gotcha!” cried Buk, triumphantly.
“Eep,” said JR.
2007-07-20
17:55:42
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➔ Polls & Surveys
The next few minutes observed a ferocious melee between the P&S titans, who rolled down a dusty slope, fists, feet, and sausage links flying everywhere. Sheep-costumed drones and P&S misfits alike cheered on their champions, while from down the bend, the Yamster – fully regenerated and p.o’ed beyond belief – came roaring up the road in the YahooMobile.
“Look out, Buk!” cried Rowan, pointing towards the enraged rodent.
“on doG, ho!” yelled WOMBAT, reading his cue card backwards.
King Chiliman threw wads of taquitos at the approaching car, but in vain. The Yamster put the pedal to the proverbial metal, and bore down on the dueling men. SueFlower, after rendering a sheep-cultist senseless with a jaw-breaking spiral kick, somersaulted back to JR’s throne, grabbing the Wand of Violation. She took careful aim….
“Don’t hit Buk!” cried the Food Dude.
“I haven’t been regular in four months,” said Mimi to no one in particular.
2007-07-20
17:56:02 ·
update #1
Buk scrambled away, but a last minute grab by JR pulled him into the blinding vortex that had erupted in the middle of the earth. The next instant, all three beings…..were gone.
“Nnoooooo!” cried ajsansker.
“Where did they go?” asked Aunt Bee, incredulously.
“The only place where high level beings in the YahooSphere can go,” said Alec the Dalek sadly. “Flatulus Prime.”
“FLATULUS PRIME?” said everyone.
“Yes, Flatulus Prime,” repeated the Dalek. He then turned to Sueflower.
“After I burst in, exterminated hordes of bleating sheep-cultists, stuck sausages in your hair, and dry-cleaned Buk’s pants, you cried. Why?”
Sueflower wiped a tear from her eye. “Because you’ve never paid me back the $20 you owe me,” she said, despondently. “And Buk is gone, trapped in a bean-scented dimension of Hell with those twerps, never to return.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that!” cried a voice from above.
2007-07-20
17:56:36 ·
update #2
The startled P&Sers turned and saw a bearded man, smiling and reeking of Keystone beer, falling pantsless from a tree. He dusted himself off and extended his hand towards them.
“Hem’s the name, Polls & Surveys is my game,” he grinned.
“Is it…he?” whispered Aunt Bee. “Is this the Second Coming?”
PrncessPurple, DeepZenPill, and Rowan began jumping down excitedly, accidentally trampling poor WOMBAT flatter than a year-old cowpie. “It is! It is!” they cheered.
“Let’s go home,” Hem said, “You’ve all done well. Makes me proud. And hungry. Let’s cook some kielbasas.”
The P&Sers giddily climbed into a waiting fleet of stretch limousines, stolen from Cars & Transportation. But suddenly, just as Alec the Dalek prepared to board, a shot rang out. The Dalek tipped over backward, flattening poor WOMBAT again, and lay in a crumpled, metallic heap……..
NEXT: EPILOGUE
2007-07-20
17:56:59 ·
update #3