Petsy used her animal horde to keep them off her tail as the glowy eyed freaks continued to wail. She lead Irish Air to a secret stash of enough liquor to have quite the bash. Irish Air perked right up and filled her cup. She began to spit fire at the glowy eyed freaks that came near, causing them fear.
"Watch where you spit that stuff. Drazin will get you next. Damn Irish people."
Drazin almost got singed a bit. But I think Irish Air meant to do it. He did his normal loud mouth thing and sent each glowy eyed freak for a fling. But no matter how many we stopped in their tracks more seemed to come and continue their glowy eyed freak attacks. The is until He showed up from above. He floated down like a dove. As He came each glowy eyed freak were not long taking off for Gawker Peak.
"Is Drazin seeing what Drazin thinks Drazin is seeing?"
"Bloody hell! Petsy you got some bloody fine liquor. I must be knocked out on my arse dreaming this bloody stuff up."
"Attack of the ABC's? Do you think that cereal company can sue?"
"This isn't going to end well. Let's go back to fighting the Godly mook."
"Do you think it has any shampoo? Wait! Look at that curve, it must have some horrible disease. Everyone get back!"
"I must have mixed the liquor up with ant spray."
We all stared on outside Petsy's shack except for Blabber who was having another hypochondriac attack. I wanted to run as well for this guy, girl, it was boring as hell. But down it came from the sky landing in front of us sounding it's battle cry.
Now if that does not get one ready to fight, I have no idea what one needs for a fire to insight. The "He" that everyone was talking about from The Blue Guy with is shout to all who now stood around, was far far less profound. He, she, it, was nothing but an R. That is right. Not a dog, cat, human or even car. But it was a giant letter R standing before us. The one who caused all of this fuss. The one who deprieved Blabber of her shampoo, Petsy of her five men crew and Irish Air of her gardens filled with manure. Not to mention who was disguised as Merlin and took us from our shore, was nothing but a giant R. I think we all inhaled some bad liquor from Petsy's secret bar.
"Drazin has better things to do then to listen to some broken record. That starts with R maybe Drazin found what this thing is. A record that spins and spins. Drazin is going to stop that little blue douchebag now."
"Is this thing for real?"
"Let's forget it and go get that bloody blue eejit."
"Not to the mention the eyeball."
"Yes, hang onto your horn. We may need it to ward off the scary eyeball."
"It is a real thing, you should be scared."
"Shut up already! You two are worse than the godly mook and his third person speak."
Blabber and Pat continued to well blabber about some Maloika jibber jabber while Petsy kept checking her tongue, Irish Air thought her bell was really rung and Drazin made his way for the peak. Until R made another squeek.
"Come with me!"
"Go with me!"
"Did it actually use three words?"
Seemed to be the only thing all could say as we were still baffled by such a display. But then we all got covered in a cloud of mist, even Drazin who was upside down and shaking his fist. Away we flew with the strange letter R whose words did not seem to stretch too far. The closer we made it to Gawker Peak the more all of us knew one way or another we would end The Gawker and that little blue geek. We landed right on the edge once more and The Gawker, The Blue Guy, his lieutenants and all the other glowy eye freaks looked ready for war.
"Pat, I think you are going to need more than your finger this time."
"Thou shall not win, evil demons always fall to the likes of a yippe kay yay."
"We're buggered with that eejit."
"Drazin has had enough of this backwater planet to last Drazin a million lifetimes."
"I want my shampoo!"
"I want back to my zoo!"
I guess Petsy hung around me too long as she was rhyming as she came on strong. Blabber seemed to be rid of her ocd as did Pat and Petsy. Miss Priss and I were ready to take the fight to The Gawker because we really hate a creepy stalker. Drazin just eyed down the blue guy as that R thing stood floating in the sky. That was when Miss Priss sounded the cry and it was now do or die.
The Gawker's eye popped from his head and we wanted to make that dead. The glowy eyed freaks had other ideas though as Grammar Nazi lead the show. Dictionary Collecter and Penguin Man each took the left and right as once more day seemed to become night. Irish Air used the liquor she took and started frying all of those at The Gawker's nook. Drazin marched right up the middle as The Blue Guy continued to smile and then his slot machine eyes began to dial. Drazin was then caused dismay as he started marching the other way.
"Drazin doesn't want to go that way. What the hell did you do to Drazin?"
"Backwards is forwards and forwards is back. Now let's see you attack. I did not mean to rhyme like that. Stupid cat!"
It seems The Blue Guy made Drazin do the exact opposite of what he was trying to do and he finally got a clue. He struggled with it though moving forward once more ever so slow. Miss Priss and I ran for The Gawker flipping over and under any glowy eyed freak as the others made them feel like they needed a walker. He grinned at us with his big eye and then he started to cry. Blabber being so small snuck around the other side of his hall. It seems her magic horn necklace thing actually worked, to which Pat just smirked. I jumped for the eye but I missed on the first try. For that chicken sucked it back in his head and then The Blue Guy declared it was time we were dead.
Petsy still seemed to have something up her sleeve as she watched everyone else giving the glowy eyed freaks a heave. Then that stupid Blue Guy raised his hand to the sky and sent us flying at Petsy's feet declaring we all admit defeat.That stupid R just floated there being no help at all, just watching each of us fall.
We all got up and as The Blue Guy smirked once more I remembered what he showed me when he opened my brain to explore. For I could see behind him a pot that was sparkling quite a lot. I knew that must have been the magic he spoke of that gave us that extra shove. So all had to be like Pat and Blabber which I hate to admit. Find their nutcase vibe and use it.
********************Hmm wasn't this supposed to be the end? Did I send you around the bend? Well it is written as the end of the series I will admit but it was so long many would have a fit. So for part ten you will get it in part one and part two at me den. Can you break a part into a part? Pfft who cares, as I am going to do it at my cart. It won't take long to come to pass and you will see how it ends for all including my little rhyming ass.
Exprience spring, have a fling.