"Hello listees. We meet again. You thought that it was done with Snoddy, but we�ve only just begun." *evil laughter fills the room as Blush stabs the extraordinarily large and sharp knife into the pumpkin and slices the
top off with frightening ease*
"Yes, we�ve kidnapped the ever loud-mouthed Race and we will only give him back if our demands are met within the next 48 hours!" Grinning evilly, Blush sticks her hands into the pumpkin and pulls out the slimy innards.
*A giggle can be heard from the back room. The lights flicker, and a terrified shout rings out*
*Mid-dissection, Blush looks around, confused.*
"Excuse me for a moment." *She says to the listees*
*Blush returns moments later, a disgruntled Muffins in tow, followed by a figure covered in shadows. A muffled weeping can be heard from the figure, and a slight soiled smell wafts through the room.*
"How many times have I told you NOT to play with my shrinking machine!?"
*Blush glares angrily at Muffins, who is still stifling giggles* "This is NOT a toy!!"
"Well, I wanted him to have a costume," *Muffins explains matter-of-factly* "But nothing would fit him, so instead of dressing him up, I figured I�d shrink his head instead!"
*Blush looks at the listees, then Race, who�s tiny head can now be seen balancing upon his large shoulders, and then back at Muffins* "What kind of a moron does THAT!?"
*Muffins grins for a moment and starts to point to herself* "It�s a nice costume isn�t it!" *she then pauses, Blush�s words finally settling in* "Now wait a minute! It IS a good costume! And I am not a moron, I�ve seen it done on the movies all the time!" *Muffins grins, self-satisfied and then looks at Race and bursts out laughing*
*Blush shakes her head* "What�s done is done. But, Listees... Now you truly have no longer than 48 hours. That�s all the rewind I get on my particular model of head-shrinking machine. I wanted the 72 hour one, but
Muffins went out and bought a bright-pink, plastic lawn flamingo using the money in the jar CLEARLY labeled �For Evil Use Only."
*Muffins steps forward* "It was an evil flamingo! Did you see the way it glares at you when you walk past it?" *Her eyes become distant* "It�s eyes follow you everywhere you go. . . Everywhere you go."
"Anyway..." *Blush sits back down next to her pumpkin, and Muffins joins her, leaving Race to stare unbelievingly at his reflection in the conveniently placed mirror to his left*
"Our demands are clear. We�ve out grown the groceries and have moved on to bigger stuff.� *Blush Begins*
"Like floss!� *Muffins blurts out*
*Blush ignores her and begins carving her pumpkin with her extraordinarily large and sharp knife* "First off we�d like a lawn mower, with a built in mulcher. Next is a golf cart, preferably a gas powered one. We also would like a green funnel. And, this is very important," *Blush holds up her knife to emphasize the point* "It has to be a green plastic one. No other kinds will work." *Blush turns her attention back to the pumpkin*
"You forgot floss!" *Muffins cries out affronted*
"We don�t need it for the dimension machi....umm I mean we don�t need it for our bake sale, yah.... bake sale." *Blush says with a nervous grin*
"But I want some! The minty green kind. You can never take too much care of your teeth you know." *Muffins admonishes* "These are our demands listees. They must be met in 48 hours or Race�s head will forever be the same size as his brain."
"Help me guys! My face...my beautiful face!" *Race�s tiny voice can be heard squeaking. Muffins looks at Race and begins laughing again. Race runs off crying while Muffins follows skipping behind singing* "Race has a small head, Race has a small head!" *giggles are heard coming from the direction she went*
*Blush sighs, and shakes her head, trying to recapture the evil mood*
"Remember," *Blush lovingly caresses her knife* "If these demands are not met, disaster beyond your imagination will occur!"
*maniacal laughter ensues*