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| Chapter 3 When the huddling had been dealt with, the snakes had wrinkled and the ruler wraps had been satisfied to the extents of smell, we began the much needed plodding towards Aunt Chairface�s whip of hopes, or Grimfold as he was more commonly known. �Miiiighty!!!� cried Grimfold, �Bow down to burzwakk or the granny gets it!� Me, Soaps, Blowborb and a small fragile puppy skidded into a huge sweaty crowd around a giant castle. Furnace. After the commotion that had arose from a willow basket, we shifted our eyes towards the top of the staggering castle. �Grimfold!� Cried Blowborb. We shifted our eyes even further. �Wazco!� I squelched, �And there�s the school of knitting!� Yes, Grimfold had seized the school of knitting upon the top of his majestic castle, and was gripping a granny with a walnut steamer. �BOW!� sizzled Grimfold. The contents of the surrounding crowd fell to their ears, leaving the 3 of us standing. �You dare flake before me?!?� Grimfold blasted, �Then suffer the consequences!� The members of the 6th rotation elastication squadron wiped the floor and came to rest on statue made of small children. With a great �LEOFFFA!!!� Grimfold zapped the squadron into�flying monkeys? The monkeys then grabbed grapefruit discs and broke wind in our direction. �Tiop, Captain.� whispered Soaps. 2.7398257 seconds later, we were swept away by a hail of grapefruit discs. �Sawdust party parade,� I thought to myself, �I must unleash the small fragile puppy�. Unfortunately upon grabbing the puppy it was grinded to dust in the palm of my chin, and so we were�erm�in a bit of onion beetle. Grimfold then drew out a pair of bellows from under his shell. After screaming out something that looked disturbingly like an eye salt candle, he heaved us to the top of the castle, where Soaps ejected a large volume of faeces in a matter of milliflugs. �I wish I were a trifle,� dribbled Blowborb. �Slicienk!� raised Grimfold. �If you want the school of knitting to return to it�s rightful tyre god, you shall declare negative lips and complete a task, smothered in sunflower oil.� The 3 of us agreed to the task: to retrieve the lost potato. We found it. Under a pillow. �Ahhhkk�� sighed Grimfold, �The potato is mine at last! Muwahaha!!!� And with that, the school of knitting was returned and we found ourselves walking across the street of many chalks, singing the song �Icepick Albatross�. The door drew to a close, the lick fastened and the kebabs ran. Yes, it wasn�t baby. |