Fantastic Lore: What Power Surge...

 
 
"We did it!, We did  it! We took down  
'The Man! " Yelled, a dented can from amongst the crowd. "Settle down youngster, he was only one man"
but it's good to see your  proud" returned a Feisty Straw. There they
were, Daydreaming...Happy...
 
They're  beginning to show their growing dominance in the war. "Gather up n' move 'em out. We'll take out one n' all!" Yells a Rejoicing  Straw, and String.
 
They all start to move  toward the south end of the park, When they momentarily stop and then  realize it's getting kinda  dark. Charlie and Buck-L take achor down watching  the back. While Straw and String got their destination marked.
 
It's a place in the south, where they heard about other some products  
who've made their mark. It's a place called Columbia in  S.C.
(they're real fighters...) They called themselves  The Rough Writers.
 
Straw twists to the side (releasing a spitball thru the air) dips,  and untwists
to catch it, then respits it without care and laughs, "ya'll sound like some biters"  String chuckles along too Adding,
"what exactly do you do?"
 
A bold-looking Red marker stepped forth...Tipped his cap, and said " My name is Red. Yes sounds just like I said, Red."  "I'm leader of the 'Rough Writers'  
everywhere we go  we leave our mark and we got family all over" proudly
 he remarked (as he recapped his head) .
 
Half an hour pasted, now they're  
down to the last members of the  
gang. The blacksheep of the family, 'Markie' used in most crimes perpped  
on the man.'Yellow' just stood around staring wide-eyed, (forever hot,he's  always asking for a fan) 'Blue' the hyper sensitive overly emotional one who's more times  down, than up  
Green, (never did like how 'Red' just 'assumed' control over the gang), especially after  The Man just set him aside to do his thing. As he looks off  
in the other direction, secretly  wishing he could just twist off Red's cap. Then  
bellows out, ok man, can we finish up with the pleasantry crap?
 
On the other side of the park, imprisoned in a box,  a voice emits.
He kicks and screams,  "Someone  
Please! ,  let me out! please help!"  
Shouting loud as he can. "Wait a minute"  he thinks to himself , " what's that smell? " says  The Man.
 
Meanwhile after a good while of battling through some tough obstacles, he's  freed himself. Now Hotplate smiles, as he's about to reunite with 'The Man'  
and  he can barely wait! Then, After gouging out a hole big enough to get through,  'The Man' was also free
at last... then he rushed over in  utter
 joy, towards his grimey mate 'Hotplate.'