More Lore: Shave the last Dance for Me...

*the following is a clear example of
how my real life brother, is very much
as silly as I am. Lol THIS piece is HIS
add to the previous one written by me.
The next one up will be Me again, n then I will wait all before releasing anymore of this (book 2) to see if it's finally more coherent to those who've been following it :) *






The blaring music was interrupted by the outbreak of the Product’s hullabaloo. A variety of nuts, screws and shoes knocked over the loudspeakers trying to escape.

“Wait! Halt! In the name of the law!!” an Officer yelled to fifty or so nuts that went pinging off of the walls of the alley. The Officer dropped his jaw as a raid of paper, nuts, screws and plates rained down into the Police barricade.

“Naaah! We don’t think that would do us any good at all!” Foolie Lou screamed back at the top of his lungs. And some loose shoes ran up the wall.

The crowd was in an uproar and the products did a downpour and scattered like so much litter. “You better not lose them Al!”An agent said to the Police Chief. “Don’t yell at me pal! I’m not one of yours!” The Chief fired back. “You take it up with your commander buddy. NYPD has botched up this entire operation!” another agent argued.

“Whoa! Wait one New York minute son. We had no idea that the Plight House was all over this. We need to work together to contain the situation—not bicker” The Chief reasoned.

In the heat of the moment, Dixie whistled to Fuller, “Hey Fuller! These fellows are not very seasoned. But we better make like batter and whip-up a hasty retreat!” Fuller, the leader of the Foam Plates zipped in and out of the chaos. He nodded to Dixie and commanded the Foam Plates, “Carry everyone you can and head for the bridge!”

Straw looked weathered and screamed, “Dredge the area before we leave! Youth Fuller, fly me to the ridge of that apartment building!”

Camera men were shooting scenes that promised them future prominence. Schmo-Dancer called out to Shoe, “Your Eminence, Straw and his band are fleeing!” Shoe stuck out his tongue at Schmo-Dancer, “No daah! I see the same thing you’re seeing. Can you do me a favor Dancer and tell me something I don’t know.”

High Heels came stumbling from out of the dumpster, “Oh Shoe…can’t you please go easy on Schmo? It’s not his fault that he doesn’t have class or that Inspector Six didn’t let him pass. He’s as much a misfit as Straw’s nutty crew. You keep pushing him away, even after he was drilled by the screws.”

Schmo-Dancer sighed, “I’m not that hard-up High Heels. If Shoe wants me gone, he just has to say the word…” and as he said that, he looked up at a billboard which read: SHOE’S A NERD!

The writing was done in red ink. Schmo-Dancer giggled, “Shoe, who do you think did that?” Shoe smirked, I could not care less! WE had better beat the pavement though. Your guess is as good as mine about what the government will do to us if the catch us nitwit. Now make a run for it!”

SWAT and NYPD had managed to round up many of products and rushed them off to a secret destination. The media continued filming on location. One reporter called his wife, “Sorry honey, I can forget about my vacation…”

Fuller carried Straw and Dixie aboard with his Foam Plates in the rear. They darted through the air to the streets until they spotted the Rough Writers jumping out from the back of a stopped Moped.

Straw ordered Fuller to descend on a bed of grass near them. “Hey fellas! What are you chaps doing here?”

In that exact instance, a newspaper blew over them. “Ahem! Fuller, can you—ah, never mind” Straw said and then flicked the paper off of him. “Gee Straw—you could have gotten it off of us too. You have to always think beyond yourself, if you don’t mind my saying so” Dixie remarked.

When the last part of the paper was flipped back, they gasped at the headlines:
RED AND BLACK ATTACK THE WALLS OF NEW YORK! It’s a black night: The Rough Writers vie for the spotlight!!

Markie gasped and dropped his cap, “We’re being framed! We came looking for you guys only to see that there must be instigators or spies amongst the products!”

Red was burning with rage, “Somebody’s out to give us a bad rap…but who?”