"Here it is!" cried Smuggle and Duggle in unison, pointing at the open doorway leading into the volcanic mountain that was Mount Dumb. "No time to waste!"
The Dark Knight was exhausted from carrying the Wyrms. The One Poem ™ to rule them all
"Are we there yet?" DUGlo asked from within the haze that swirled around in his mind. Or was it sulphuric ash and smoke from the molten fires roiling about in the heart of the mountain? He couldn't say for certain. That foreign voice answered him with, The One Poem ™ to find them
and tempted DUGlo to give into its power - forsake all other forms of verse. How easy it would be to spend the rest of his life writing ABAB rhymes, never having to challenge himself to do more . . . put in some repeated choruses, become the latest Country Music sensation, sing about having an achy, breaky heart . . . The One Poem ™ to bring them all
. . . resurrect the heyday of Nashville when records were churned out factory style like kitchen utensils and office widgets . . . and he wouldn't have to listen to any more of his trainer's minimalistic musings . . . Gamjeez instead could become his manager, his very own Colonel Parker . . . DUGlo could ride around in limosines with an entourage, a sort of Fellowship of the DUGster, eating fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches . . . And in the darkness---
"MISTER DUGLO!" Satin was practically shouting to get his attention."We made it!"
The Glowyrm looked down from the Dark Knight's shoulders into a terrible chasm of bubbling magma. The heat rising up into his face was tremendous. His body felt extremely parched, as if an onion ring left in a deep fryer for too long.
"Are we having funyuns yet?" asked MOAR!ON, reading DUGlo's mind. He entered the archway and towered above them. Despite being the next best thing to a demonic wyrm, as well as a raging dork, he had his moments of comedic genius. "Hand over The One Poem ™ and I promise to make you my Chief Librarian. You can play with all the pretty poetry books that I won't be having incinerated. Mwuahahaha!"
"That does sound a bit tempting," said DUGlo as he tried to shake the cobwebs out of his head.
"You don't mean that!" cried Satin with tears in his eyes. "You have to fight this spell you've fallen under, Mister DUGlo! He means to make us all be slaves to the Poem's evilness!"
The Dark Knight ripped The One Poem ™ free from DUGlo's neck and dropped his companions to the cavern floor. "Sorry, kids, but this Daddio can't go on living knowing the love of his life is an immortally freakish, giant eyeball," he said. "I'm going to destroy the darn verse if it's the last thing I do!"
He turned towards the chasm, ready to toss the Poem to its destruction, when Smuggle and Duggle leapt onto him as if a wrestling tag team. They poked their Froggy fingers through the eyeholes of his mask and yanked hard on his leather bat ears. "Give us our Precious back, you filthy flying rodent!" they howled.
MOAR!ON, fed up with the entire bunch, stepped forward to smite them with Grubgrinder! And that's when the ledge beneath everyone's feet broke free, sending them ALL surfing on a large piece of rock towards annihilation!
When The One Poem ™ slipped out of everyone's grabby, grubby hands, and fell into the magma. It caught fire. Mount Dumb erupted in protest, launching the rock they stood upon as if a missile thousands of feet into the air! They were high in the clouds above Muddle Earth with no where to go but DOWN.
The Dark Knight spread his arms to no avail, as the flames from the volcano had burned holes through his cape.
That was it. They had succeeded in saving not only NaPoWriMo, but all of Muddle Earth.
And now they were going to be bugsplat on someone's car windshield.