The Fantastic Lore: What if...

*to whomever shall read... I realize
unless you've already read enough of these, that this will sound like WTF!? but trust me, I really does make sense if you simply remember
this: they're a group of "Disposable
n recyclable Products" lmao besides
I think this one has enough silly in
it to stand alone! lol*





Imagine if...Ca-Mhey  learned the power of hypnosis? Oh the slimy things he'd do to the Fantastic
gang to alter their already flighty  pychosis.

"How you like me now you clown?" A deranged  looking, Cah-Mhey taunts his own image in the mirror with a twisted frown.He's gone
away and returned, having gained some basic skills in the Far East. It was another shifty trick The Man had insisted he learn.Training
under the watchful eye of his Tibetan master, 'Bow-Wan-East'
he though, is now deceased.
He carried the remains of him around in an urn. Ca-Mhey felt he was now a more formidable foe. Being taught how to 'entrance' others, in addition to learning
close quarters combat: hand to hand, going toe to toe.

" Wait'll I slip in on those fools!" "They'll be helpless against me
and nevermind  stopping me,
they won't have a single clue!"
Yes, revenge danced rampantly around in his demented lil head.
It's quite apparent to his new
friend, Jasper (a crossed-eyed
snow leopard), who just rolled
his eyes in opposite directions
after hearing what his supposed
new friend had said.

It's now four days later, and some
of  The Fantastic bunch are celebrating String's 5th straight
year of emancipation from Shoe.
In attendance, were, Straw, Rick Wrapper, and Red Writer too.
The others were somewhere
cruising the city skies with Fuller, some nuts and a few screws. Little do any of them realize, this day
isn't gonna be the usual routine
that they're accustomed to.

Ca-Mhey slides swiftly down the side of an unsuspecting little old lady as she tries several times to remove herself from the backseat
of a taxi. It's been made harder, because of the Slick soapy film
left by a 'sudsy stowaway' in her purse. the driver, Grochi Abu
hops out to offer assistance, while simultaneously quoting a jacked
up taxi fee, and the old lady's eyes told how badly she wanted to
recall a few choice words she'd
like to have cursed. As Ca-Mhey slips into an alley he whistles for
his feline friend to hurry, and
catch up. Jasper, the snow leopard gasps, and snarls  thinking about how he just ran for some 14 miles chasing a cab like some insane canine pup.

String has turned himself into a knotted mess, attempting to untie himself after Red took a glob of Contact's glue residue and rubbed
it all over his chest. Straw laughed so hard he spilled some soggied seeds on Red's cap. Although, the look on Red's face said that Straw could really use a good slap. "Oopsie! Sorry pal!"  Straw said,
in a less than sincere voice,
while Rick entertained by the
scene, snickered at both Red,
and String- repetitively saying,  "aaahhhh ooooohhhh wow,
haha haha wow!" Just to add a
bit more salt to the sting.

Didn't take too long for the four to trade insults, and put downs on one
another, until a familiar voice broke the jovial mood,  with two sickly,
and vomit inducing words from a former friend, now hated foe, a real
slimeball, a hack. It was Ca-Mhey sliding in his slippery suds sardonically announcing...I'm baaaaaccckkk..!