Miss Priss kicked sugar in their zombified faces and we were once more off to the races. Pat plucked a candy cane from the nearby grass and start swatting at the zombified floating mass. Drazin just grunted and was on his way. It was clear he was not scared of their ugly display. I simply started to dig a big hole with no real clear goal. Just something inside me told me to dig and so I did until the hole was really big.
"Fleabag, get over here and help."
"I thought a god doesn't need help? But the mook is right, help!"
"These demons are no match for me."
I wanted to help them out and they were right to shout. But I just could not stop digging this hole, something told me it was my role.
"I was with Eve,
Now you will grieve.
For Adam does not lose.
You will take a death cruise."
"Great! Another third person talking mook."
"Feel the Zen,
In your den.
Mama will help you.
I'll turn you black and blue."
"Sorry, the one eyed demon already did that. No redundancy allowed."
"Poke the rock,
Will put you in shock.
For I and this flock,
Will chop off your..."
"The cat has already been snip snipped. I don't need to be double dipped.'
It was hard not to chime in on that one. I mean I was sweating under this candy sun. A cat can sweat? Sure can, you bet. Then I hit a head and out popped a person who once caused me dread. It was Glory Dear. The one who stuffed food in my little rhyming rear. She looked rather ticked off and began to scoff.
"Oh dear you are rude.
You spit out my food.
For this you will fry.
My pot and pan will make you die."
"So we've got a poking rock, some mama with zen, just plain Adam and a psycho baker. Now all we need is a candle stick maker. Damn it, Drazin is rhyming like that damn fleabag."
Why in the hell would I dig for her? She just ruffled my fur. But she was as normal looking as could be. So I climbed up the nearest tree. Then I jumped on Glory Dear's head, causing her much dread. She swatting and turned around, making quite the "oh dear" sound. I played her like a puppet on a string and made her pot and pan began to fling, she knocked out a zombified floating nut. Damn, I am a clever little rhyming butt.
Drazin and Pat both took an arm and caused one quite the amount of harm. The ripped her arms clean off and made poor Zen scoff. To say she was beat into my hole might disturb a clean soul. So I will just say she was buried under the sugar beach. But by the things she said, she really needed her mouth washed out with bleach.
Miss Priss acted quite proud as he lured the poking rock from the crowd. She then poked the poking rock with a rock. That came as such a shock. Then she rolled a big gum drop down a hill and the poking rock better have filled out her will. Killed by a gum drop, that would be hard to top.
Just plain Adam was still knocked out from Glory Dear and so we kicked things into gear. Meaning I tripped Glory Dear when such got nearby and let's just say her pan now had a little stir fry. It had one mushy zombified head in it. She did not like that one bit.
"Dears, you don't mess with my pot and pan. I'm going to make you dears pay, starting with that bald headed man."
"Does everyone have to rhyme? Drazin is going to end this."
Glory Dear raised her pot and Drazin came at her rather hot. He went to take a swing and poof, Glory Dear disappeared before her pot could fling. This was getting weird to all. For if they were not some zombified floating freak and truly off the wall. Then they just disappeared from view. Except for maybe that Beer Shower crew.
It was time we made our way back to that Candy Hall of Fame and ended Thinkingcap's game. She could take her god myth and shove it with some sugar sand. For we would make it back to our land. Then I would fry that witch or at least give her some fleas to make her itch. So Drazin lead the way, stomping and muttering in his usual third person display. Pat thought he was a pirate of some sort and Miss Priss was the first to notice the candy fort. Now what were we in for? Some nutcracker lore? That sounded bad in every way. This was beginning to be a very long day.
From one thing to another for the cat and the crazy crew. What has gotten into all of you? You just disappear like the breeze. Do I make you sneeze? Or you turn out to be some crazy zombified floating witch thing. I think the dong came before the ding. But the cat will find out what has come to pass. For no one can fool my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.