Miss Priss yelled to all and we answered the call. Blabber and the cat took off for the prize while Pat argued with himself looking so unwise. Irish Air sucked back her liquor and spit it out at the fire making it more heated and thicker. Petsy sounded the attack of her crew and Drazin's bald head used the sun to blind their view. It was do or die as I cursed that Merlin guy.
Wait! What? I guess I should reverse a bit as I sound like a nut.
Pat just got home to our little dome and as with any other night we greeted him on sight. But as Miss Priss and I came to the door we heard a familiar roar. Actually it was more like a chant by that stupid Merlin, who I'd like to squash like an ant. If you recall he sent us away from our hall, back for dVerse's opening festivities. I so hoped we were done with his extra curricular activities. But as soon as we began to glow I knew we were leaving the safety of our show.
"You three have been getting slack. So it's time you get the magic back. Good luck! And just for fun I've brought forth that wacky duck."
Merlin stood before us with a smile and then disappeared as we saw something vile. That bald headed buffoon was standing before us like a loon. Drazin actually looked like a loon too as he stood on the beach enjoying the view. Yeah, we were on some strange island like Lost and somehow I knew this adventure was going to exhaust. But the only way home was to play Merlin's game, so we decided to talk to the one of oh so godly fame.
"Drazin was enjoying Drazin's self until you fleabags showed up. You even brought the pesky human sidekick along."
"I will smite you demon."
"And Drazin can see once more he has voices going through his head. And you fleabags have the nerve to call Drazin crazy."
"Pat, thinking he's King Arthur or Robin Hood or whoever has nothing on a bad Saturday morning cartoon villain, with some dollar store contact lenses to make his eyes glow."
"It's warm here so Drazin doesn't need his slippers. But that doesn't mean Drazin won't drown you fleabags."
Miss Priss and Drazin continued their usual exchange and it was the only thing that was not strange. For I thought I was becoming Pat, as a voice was heard by the cat. Seems everyone else heard it too and we searched for where it came due. There was a radio lying in the sand which we hoped would be someone who could take us away from this land. Turns out there was another stuck here and she kept saying the same thing over and over with such fear.
"Someone, anyone, if you are getting this, help! All this sand is ruining my day. Save me and I'll stick my hand in a vending machine or ride an elevator any time. At least send some shampoo, two kinds, because my hair is falling out. And please get this flea off my knee."
"Is it just Drazin or is she quite the blabbermouth?"
"Thou would be correct, demon."
Those two gave each other the eye and Drazin looked like he wanted to clobber that Pat guy. Miss Priss and I just let them be and figured we'd search out the blabbermouth with the flea on her knee. We went to the tree line with the two humans, if you can call them that, both acting quite divine. Weird yellow glowing eyes peered out from the woods. They finally appeared dressed in dark robes and wearing hoods.
"Relatives of yours, oh godly one?"
"Shut up, fleabag!"
It looked like the mothman rip offs could float and I think I even heard the noise of a goat. They remained in the trees barely visible to us and then kicked up quite the fuss. It seems this was the land of the Gawker, by the way they looked at us that was not a big shocker. We were trespassing and had to leave or he would surely make us grieve. The three of them cackled in the typical evil bad guy way and Drazin had enough of their display. He marched toward the trees but was suddenly buried in sand up to his knees.
"You mess with the Nazi of Grammar and he'll make you stammer"
"Leave this sector or suffer the wrath of the Dictionary Collector."
"Fear the Penguin Man for he will crush you like Godzilla did Japan."
I admit their rhymes were not bad at all and then I once more heard that goat call. What was up with that? I had no time to think as they pointed toward the cat. Those mothman rip offs were not going to get me. Miss Priss and I were quick to flee. Pat turned into some pirate guy sounding some swashbuckler cry while Drazin dug his way loose and wanted to ring their necks like a goose.
The three stopped and cleared their throat as out came that noisy goat. Their yellow eyes grew wide and then they disappeared with the changing of the tide. A phobia of a goat? If so that goat had my vote. But then the land began to quake and out came a snake. It was followed by a crew of cats and they were all dressed in hats. The thumping ceased as out came a great big beast. It sprayed us down which made Miss Priss and I frown.
Another human was riding an elephant and looked to really be in her element. She was controlling all the animals around her. So I had her to thank for my wet fur.
"Come with me if you want to live."
Were the only words she would give. This Petsy was a bit of a scary lass but I figured she did save my little rhyming ass. So Miss Priss and I followed her and her crew through the jungle as the elephant made the trees crumble and Drazin continued to mumble while Pat did not even stumble. Seems he was normal once more after that movie reference that came ashore.
We reached a tiny shack but the yard surely did not lack. It was a field so vast it could fit a whole Noah's Ark cast. In fact I think it did, there were so many animals there Drazin looked like he was going to flip his lid.
"As if two fleabags weren't enough to bother Drazin. Now Drazin has to deal with every animal known to man."
"Suck it up, godly one. One look at your ugly mug and away they'll run."
Miss Priss trotted inside the shack leaving Drazin wanting to attack. Pat and I followed suite ignoring the godly brute. Petsy pretty much force fed us food acting as if we were rude if we did not eat her oh so yummy treat. She seemed to have the right food for all. Maybe Merlin put in a call? Drazin chowed down as well and let's just say you would find better manners in Hell.
She finally explained about the yellow eyed mothman things and it turns out they did not really have wings. The Gawker has such a powerful gawk that it can pierce through the soul as they take their death walk. He gets them before they go into the light and brings them back looking like their floating, glowy eyed fright. She said he had an army under his control and around this island they continually patrol. Of course he wants to rule the world, when she said that Drazin's lips curled. Obviously the godly one did not like being upstaged so he was a tad enraged.
The souls of animals seem to have a brighter light and if you amass many in one site, they cause the glowy eyes a fright and they scurry away for the darkness of night. She seemed pretty smart and as we suspected from the start, she said there was no way out of this place, which was why The Gawker does not rule all time and space. Petsy told us how she put things to the test after being stuck here on her Fountain of Youth quest, but could not find a way out of here so she kept the animals near. She pointed out the window to Gawking Peak, stating it was where The Gawker stayed every day of the week.
"Drazin guesses that is where Drazin is going. You coming fleabags?"
Drazin opened the door and prepared to go and as much as we disliked it, it seemed the only way back to our show. So against Petsy's wishes we walked past her aquarium of fishes and set out for Gawking Peak ready to turn The Gawker into an antique.
Hmmm what will happen as the group goes? Only the cat knows. As this tale was supposed to be small but it just keeps expanding at my hall. So there may be a part or ten depending on how long it takes to get back to our den. Let's hope those glowy eyed mothman rip offs don't attack in mass, as I don't think rhymes will save my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.