Petsy sent out a call and from out of nowhere birds began dropping animals from her hall. Blabber's tarsier stood in front of the crew ready to lead them when Petsy's call came due. Up from the ground came that L shaped hail we saw earlier in the cave and she continued to rant and rave.
"No earth is an island. The magic you seek is there, believe and the island can be earth."
"Yes, we get it. We are on another planet already. We're past that part."
"Oh! Well then let's kick these hooligans off this peak."
"This is just great. Not only does Drazin have to work with two fleabags, a guy whose lost his mind, a hair nutcase, a dumb Irish woman and an animal hoarder. But now Drazin gets to work with an L and an R. Why not bring in the whole damn alphabet? Great! Now what? Oh him too!"
Flying from below came Bersercules with his apes, they were even wearing capes. I guess they used the trees as slingshots to get them up here and they too wanted to carve The Gawker a new rear. This had become one crowded peak there was not even enough room to take a leak. But this is where it would end as we were going to send The Gawker around the bend. I told all it was sad but true that if we wanted to win we would have to join Blabber and Pat with their crazy view.
Petsy sounded the call and the horde of animals followed tarsier through The Gawker's hall. She did not seem stunned one bit and even used her numb tongue fit. For it was really eww but she took out many of The Gawker's crew, as she stretched her tongue from her head, whacking the glowy eyed freaks and causing them dread. They seemed to freeze upon her huge frog like tongues touch and The Gawker did not like that too much.
Drazin let his eyes glow and laser beams began to show. He cut through many with ease as I simply used my fleas. They grew five feet tall and stomped forth into The Gawker's hall. Miss Priss used her tail to send strains of fur flying, they were so sharp those glowy eyed freaks were surely dying. Irish Air opened her mouth and an echo of drums came out. It was such a loud shout that the glowy eyed freaks disinegrated on sight. Whoever she aimed her mouth at went not so quietly into that good night.
Blabber spun her hair and blocked anything that came our way sending it back at them and causing them dismay. While Pat used it as a shield and shot all with his finger when they would not yield. Besercules turned into a giant ape and ripped his poor cape. He stomped the glowy eyed freaks like King Kong. Some how him with no pants was just wrong. L used her hail to create a noose and wrapped herself around the neck of each glowy eyed freak making their head pop loose. R still floated like a nut stuck in a rut.
The Blue Guy would not give in and did his slot spin. It seemed Besercules lost his feet and fell over the edge of the peak, hitting the ground and creating an image that was not so neat. The apes retreated hoping to save their master and the glowy eyed freaks came at us faster. But they were met with the same until The Gawker popped his eye ball out ready to mame. For he caught L off guard and she became fully gawked, now part of his bard. She wrapped her self around Irish Air's neck good and tight, forcing her to go toward the light.
The Penguin Man was taking out Petsy's animals one by one finding it tons of fun. Dictionary Collector snuck up on Blabber and grabbed her hair, holding her by it in the air while he gave Pat a book and caused many new voices to go into his brain nook. The Gawker had Miss Priss and I pinned against the wall and Petsy could no longer send out the call. For Grammar Nazi had run her down, zooming back and forth in his glowy eyed freak gown.
Drazin on the other hand was fighting The Blue Guy's attack of the slot as he really wanted to make him rot. Drazin marched toward him and The Blue Guy's smirk turned to something more grim, as Drazin grabbed him by his spiky hair and shouted over to Irish Air.
"Drazin knows the damn Irish have more fight in them than that. Stop being some damn wanker and get that damn alphabet thing from around your neck."
It seems Drazin pissed Irish Air off enough that she got rough. She bit the L shaped lasso around her and even as her eyes started to blur, latched onto L and damned her to Hell. Then gave her drum deafening shout and L's top popped off like the head of a trout. Irish Air tossed the remaining part to Drazin and he latched onto The Blue Guys head like he was crushing a raisin. He then wrapped what was left of L around his neck in a noose and hung The Blue Man like nothing more than a stuffed goose. His lights went out as Drazin told him to rot but as they did his eyes told Drazin he had hit the jackpot.
Pat finally got wise to the book and used the magic of The Gawker's nook. He made a whole pile appear over the Dictionary Collectors head and pointed up into the air making Dictionary Collector loosen his grip on Blabber's hair. She spun her hair as the Dictionary Collector thought he dodged Pat's book affair. But thas was a mistake as Blabber's hair send the pile of books at him like she was blowing nothing more than a snow flake. The Dictionary Collector could be heard screaming as he fell off the cliff. I guess being crushed by his own books left him in quite the tiff.
Petsy slurped on Grammar Nazi's arm and finally freed herself from harm. She made his arm go numb and them slurped him from head to bum. Grammar Nazi could not move one bit and Petsy wanted to give him a taste of his own hit and run fit. So she used the magic the best she could and brought forth a car made of wood. It was enough to do the trick for let's just say what was left of Grammar Nazi was kind of ick.
Penguin Man had his hands full with the animal crew but he was tossing them off the cliff and did not have a clue. For while the others were keeping him occupied, Blabber's tarsier was preparing to turn the tide. He set up a slippery patch of animal poo which the animals lured Penguin Man into. He got some on his glowy eyed freak attire and then the tarsier lit him on fire. It gave a whole new meaning to dog poo in a bag as Penguin Man burnt to a crisp like an old rag.
After all of that it was down to The Gawker, Miss Priss and The Cat. We had taken many before at our shore and this time we would beat on him like he was some bad mime. For he retracted his eye once more but Miss Priss jumped to his head and held open the door. I jumped up and swated at the eye but it seemed to be protected no matter which way I gave it a try. My five foot fleas surround him and Miss Priss used her sharp hairs to give his mohawk a trim. Then I darted off to Blabber and snatched her horn, of course she got mad that her necklace was torn. But I jumped back on The Gawker and stabbed his huge eye and I am glad to report a simple horn is what made The Gawker die. No matter if Gawker Peak was ravaged and torn I beat The Gawker and had to toot my own horn. I know that was a bad pun but it was fun.
Finally with all beaten back we were ready to go back to our shack. We surrounded the magic pot and we hoped someone would connect a dot. For no one had any idea how to work it that is when R finally moved from his stationary spot and joined us with his usual bit.
"The power is nice."
"The power is great."
"The power is epic."
"The power is..."
"Drazin has had enough of you."
"You took away my shampoo."
"You took me from my zoo."
"You are a bloody eejit."
"You are too consistent. The best I got."
"You made me hang out with the godly mook."
And that was that. For nothing had to be said by The Cat. As I jumped up onto R and pushed him down far. The others all grabbed hold after R had been told and we shoved him into the pot telling R, just like The Blue Guy, The Gawker and the rest, he too could rot. That is what he gets for pretending to be Merlin and bringing us here, sadly his final words were nothing you wish to here.
"This is hot."
"This is warm."
But as he disappeared around us came a bright glowing storm. We all began to pull away assuming things would go back to the norm. Each gave an appreciative nod for as much as Miss Priss and I hated the god we had made it through. I hear Petsy finally made it back to her zoo. Irish Air's gardens surely grew in some mighty fine poo. Drazin continued to talk in his third person view and yes, Blabber finally got to wash her hair with two kinds of shampoo. Her pet tarsier even hitched a ride as we all left Gawker Island, or I guess that would be planet, with pride. Pat, Miss Priss and I will surely have more adventures come to pass. But for now I am just happy to be home to rest my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling