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I was the first to wake and had to do a double take, as that bug eyed tarsier was curled up next to me. But I decided to let him be. Those glowy eyed freaks were enough to make him look cute. Heck, I was even glad to have that Drazin brute. At least he gave one more target to let me get away and of course he attracts them with the third person crap that he always has to say. Pat was propped up against the wall with Miss Priss curled up on his lap in a ball while Blabber was staring me down. I think being alone this long she did kinda board a bus to crazy town. But I still was not sure as she gave me a smile and seemed to have changed the crazy dial.
Drazin finally stopped his godly snoring and got up ready to continue exploring. He wanted to get out of here as bad as us. So there was no slipper fuss. The tarsier awoke from the commotion and in one quick motion leaped on Blabber's shoulder. I guess beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. And with his eyes you may have to put him in a disguise.
"Drazin thinks it is time we give this Gawker his walking papers. Drazin is going to push him and his big eyeball of the cliff."
"Keep yapping, godly one. As long as you do that he'll jump just to end your name ringing in his ear."
"Fleabag this, fleabag that, Drazin, Drazin, Drazin. You need to get some new material."
"Drazin knows you are the expert on that with all the voices in your head."
The three continued to banter for a while making their yaps run a mile. Drazin finally gave up as Pat and Miss Priss did not seem to miss. They really let him have it and I loved every bit. Blabber saw we were trying to leave her base and moved to the bottom of the slide tunnel standing in place. A ladder dropped down from the ceiling and Drazin took off ready to hear The Gawker squealing as he threw him from the peak, him and each and every glowy eyed freak.
Miss Priss and I each picked a shoulder of Pat and jumped on. He began to climb us out into the day's dawn, as we noticed Blabber was not coming with us. We heard Drazin cuss as we went back down telling us to forget the Blabbermouth runt from crazy town. She spoke as plain as could be, no longer acting crazy. I guess she just did not like Drazin being around and I can relate, as even I preferred a hound. I guess one battle with The Gawker was enough and with no shampoo she had it rather rough. She was not going to tempt fate once again, as she had her palm read at her old den and it was not good. Blabber wished us luck and said she would help in any other way she could. So off we went climbing out of her lair's vent. Of course as we did that damn dust still haunted me and I went one about some stupid flea.
A flea on a knee,
A knee with a flea.
Tried to eat for free,
Instead sent her across the sea.
Glad it wasn't me,
Or a magic tree.
But it beats a bee,
And there will be glee.
As we squash the flea,
Break The Gawkers knee.
Get back to our sea,
Without a flea on any knee.
As soon as we crawled out Drazin gave his usual shout and Blabber closed the door, probably figuring he would draw unwanted attention with his roar. We could see the side of the mountain in view and made our way there with no sign of The Gawker's freaky crew. Drazin tried to climb the wall first and fell giving his usual burst. Not even our claws would stick to the side. That's when we saw Pat smile wide.
"Great! The voices are back in that nuts head. Just what Drazin needs."
"Just what you need indeed my dear fellow."
Pat ranted on about some science junk once more in some voice in his head funk. He grabbed some coconuts and some other stuff and Drazin continued to huff and puff. He set a fuse on his bomb looking thing and chucked it into some hole letting his arms fling. He picked up Miss Priss and I while motioning for that Drazin guy. We all thought he was nuts like a mutt that sniffed one too many butts, but as we stood over this hole we easily reached our goal.
A geyser of water blasted up into the air, once again wetting my hair. But it reached us up to Gawker Peak and we jumped off ready to end that Gawker freak. There he was waiting with his army behind him, there were so many things were looking grim. Just as Blabber had shown me with the dust in her lair The Gawker parted his mohawk hair. Out popped a huge eyeball glaring at us and I could see why it would cause any ones OCD a fuss. Think a tarsiers eyes times eight and that would be your fate.
"The choice is yours. Join my crew and help me rule. I gawk all and know what is to come. Join me and you too will have the power of the others."
"Drazin would rather make you eat that eyeball."
"For once, I'm with the godly one."
"Get ready to draw pilgrim."
"The wild west, really Pat?"
"Drazin told you he was useless. What's he think that finger is going to do?"
Pat pointed his finger at The Gawker like a gun as everyone continued to make fun. But a blast of light flew from it and caused The Gawker a fit. It hit one of the glowy eyed freaks in its head and poof! The glowy eyed freak was dead.
"Noooo! This is just awful. You can't defeat the Waffle."
"Drazin takes that back. Point away."
"Get them! If they don't want to join. Let's teach them what it feels like to fly."
The Gawker retracted his huge eye, as we could tell he really wanted us to die. Pat tried once more to shoot the light but nothing came out as we got ready to fight.
"So you just had to piss them off more huh Pat?"
"Drazin could have done that."
"Seems my gun is jammed, where is the deputy when you need him."
We were easily surrounded by each freak as they stood cheek to cheek. There was no room for even us cats to break through and then the three prima dona freaks moved out in front of the crew. They were all nice and smug and yes I will admit, I hid behind that Drazin lug.
"Putting your fists up to fight Penguin Man. You really need a brain scan."
"In my collection it does state that a Dictionary Collector will decide your fate."
"When Grammer Nazi it through you'll feel like a car just ran over you."
"Fleabag, have you been giving them rhyming lessons or something?"
"That's an unfortunate side effect of the transfer process. My Gawking power causes some sort of poetic response from them. Kind of catchy though isn't it? Goodbye!"
The Gawker waved to his crew and away they flew. They were all above our head shrouding us in darkness like we were dead. We were too busy watching them to notice the other three until they cackled with glee. They each raised their arm and suddenly I wished I stayed on Petsy's farm. For they did some magic crap like on the beach and somehow attached themselves to us like a leech. They controlled our every limb and Drazin could not even say something dim. The Gawker came right up to me and bent down on one knee.
"You could have been one of the best. But sadly you will not be around when I gawk the world into submission. If only you knew what you almost achieved."
The Gawker walked back to his oddly shaped throne and I expected our bodies would be crushed, each and every bone. For they simply chucked us off the side of the peak avenging their fallen glowy eyed freak. We regained use of our limbs but it was too late for it seemed a smudge on the ground was our fate.
And so our lives seemed at an end. This seems to be an every growing trend. Maybe I should find a new bush with a tush or give Pat another push and we'll hide in Blabber's lair or go back to the farm with Petsy and all that animal hair. I just hope we don't die that would make me cry. I hope it's magic grass and will let me land all cushy on my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.