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Fantastic Lore: When is a String...Knot?

 
Though String was admittedly relieved by his comrades sudden  arrival...
the look of intensity on his face showed he was more concerned about
his own survival. Because in that moment, the Dixie and Fuller
distraction  appeared to cause a counter action. String felt an immediate
'release' of whatever hold, Ca-Mhey previously held over him.

String,  without pause was intent on retaliation, quickly he knotted on one
end, called out to Dixie and Fuller, "Okay troops in unison let's all  hit him
again!" Like a fine tuned machine, Straw, String, Red,  Dixie, and Fuller
too,  leveled a barrage of blows upon Ca-Mhey and his one assist crew.
They were completely overwhelmed and beaten easily in a span of a few
minutes, so scrambling to escape further punishment they turned tail and
like the wind, ran. The crowd that had gathered hissed,  and booed  and
even the city's long time resident, a  'liquid connoisseur' chimed in and
heckled, "Rrrunn ~hick~fer cover ya ~hick~  squeaky ca- ca-caat lober!"
As  Rick crudely added to their shame by pretending to hide them under
his 'wrap' and then exposed them to the crowd by pulling himself away
leaving them uncovered.

Timmy and BobbyPin, had just turned the corner, when BAAMMM! WHFIPP!
they crashed directly into the two nemisis' on the fly. CA-Mhey found himself
wedged in between the spokes of
Timmy's bike with Bobby relentlessly
poking him in the eye!

"eeeeooooouuuccchhhhiiee!" That hurts kid!, stop it already I can't see!"
Which was fine with Bobby, who replied,
"Sorry it's a nervous habit, I can't
stop, I'm a 'poking B! he he!" Timmy, landed safely on his butt, his fall
cushioned by some piles of trash, and one achingly upset furball underneath that
who wore the look of a cat that wanted
out and  just prayed the pain wouldn't last.

In hot pursuit, the sky was filled with helicopters hovering above Fuller
and the disposable crew, they wanted more action as their public had
demanded and judging how those products were going after their foes,
keeping up with them was all they
needed to do...

Written by Poetikmind (_---_)
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