We decided it was best to run away and live to fight another day. But before we could turn to run along came Thinkingcap, the ass, and we knew this was not going to be fun. Freaky Betsy and her zombie horde were coming from one way and Thinkingcap was coming from the other with her donkey like display. They began to squabble over us to. But then this was nothing new.
"My zombie horde will tear you apart. Touch my spoils and you will lose your heart."
"They will all see clearer being stuck in my mirror."
"Drazin would rather not watch a freaky cat fight, no offense, Fleabags."
Freaky Betsy commanded her zombie horde to come after us, they moaned and slowly waded through the dead WorqueenDan puss. They were lead by Gloria and Brian. I knew the gawker liked back woods fryin. But would he really eat a cat? I was not going to find out and was prepared to squash his mohawk flat.
"Drazin still blames you fleabags for all of this."
"If you weren't such a godly mook, we'd have been out of here ages ago."
"Time to die. I'll chow down on your eye."
Freaky Betsy wanted to eat my eye? We had to make her die. Thinkingcap just neighed and raised her front legs to the sky. She must have a big rump as she didn't raise them very high. We were surrounded on top hard candy by her zombie horde and then we heard the sound of someone pulling a rip cord.
"Bryan, what do you call a flying drunk in the rain?"
"A beer in a shower?"
"Damn, you finally got one!"
"Drazin thinks Drazin is going to be sick."
Yeah, the beer guys were parachuting down from the sky with Thinkingcap giving them the evil eye. It looked like it was raining to, but then we heard from another and saw it was really drool that was coming due.
"Annnneeeeeeeeeeeeee. It is bad enough I was reborn through their ass. But now they are drooling on me."
"The whiny blue freak is back, along with the Irish and a couple of beer idiots. Drazin really can't catch a break."
Everyone continued to look up, astonished at Terry, Theresa and Rosey, the three headed pup. That is when Anne gave an evil smile and turned some sort of dial. She held some electrical looking box in her hand and kept smiling as she dropped into candy land.
"Stay off the ground, eejits."
The box hit the ground and electricity flew everywhere. It seems the puss of dead WorqueenDan was conductive at the candy land lair. The zombies, freaky Betsy and even Thinkingcap the ass all screamed like a little two year old girlie lass. They then melted into puddles of goo like the wicked witch. Poor Brian and Gloria were casualities of freaky Betsy's high pitch. But I guess you can't save them all. And now all that remained were the good guys at the candy land hall. Thinkingcap's mirrors busted and all were free. Too bad the ground was full of puss and goo, it was so nasty.
"Annnnnnneeeee, I think I got some of Freaky Betsy on my shoe."
"Brandon, what do you call zombie on a shoe?"
"Drazin has to get away from these lame people."
"I agree, Demon."
The three headed mutt stood drooling behind us while Drazin, Pat, Anne, Old One Eye and The Beer Guys stood in the land of goo and puss. Cassie and I remained on top hard candy, getting our fur full of that would not be dandy. Then a glowing sphere appeared in the sky and as it began to float down we hoped it was not going to make us fry.
"Drazin is so sick and tired of this place. Drazin demands you take us home."
"Bryan, is he talking to himself?"
"Maybe he is hard of hearing."
They all shut up, even one eye, who wiped the drool off of herself from the three headed pup. We just watched the glowing thing fall closer and closer to us all, hoping it would be our ticket out of this hell hole and back to our hall.
So is this the end? Or another beginning of some new trend? I guess we will have to wait and see. At least we no longer have to deal with freaky Betsy. RIP Brian and Glory Dear. I try to have sympathy for you but you did try to eat my rear. Now another edition has come to pass. We shall have to wait and see what is next for my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.