Scene: The secret caverns of the local library.
The three kids huddled in the dark but cozy hidaway, that had served as a dungeon in the olden times when dragons ruled the earth and the Meatville library had fueded mercilessly with the demonic librarians of Junkville.
Richie: I sure am glad we could hide out in the library!
M-Ray [M-Rat's uh, new cool nickname... oh, ok, it was just a typo, get off my back]: Yeah, no one would ever think to look for us here!
Richie: I sure am glad we could hide out in the library!
M-Ray [M-Rat's uh, new cool nickname... oh, ok, it was just a typo, get off my back]: Yeah, no one would ever think to look for us here!
They noticed that Perry sat silentlly.
Richie said cheerfully, "Why so glum, chum?"
Just then a legion of bats swooped down from the ceiling, clawing and skreeching toward the young boy. "No more cutesy rhyming catchphrases!" they seemed to be skreetching.
"AAAhhhh, they're in my hair, they're in my hair!" he cried, as his sister grimaced.
"oh Richie, don't be such a baby. Those are just M-bats, all they do is skreech and claw at your scull, but they would never steal from you, or take a bite out of your face like some library-cavern dwelling animals" she said as she glowered at a face-biting thief, aka 'dungeon kitty,' lurking in the shadows. M-Rat had a tendency to add M- to the front of everything that rhymes with her name, in case you hadn't noticed. Its a looong story that I don't feel like telling.
"Yes," Perry agreed, speaking for the first time in a while, "And, well chap, what did you expect, really? The good animals of this underground region NEVER have tolerance for gratingly annoying little boys."
They all nodded knowingly, though Richie was nodding a little too enthusiasticaly, hoping to discreetly shake off the winged pests. This had turned out too be quite an embarassing day. First he dropped his ice cream cone, and now THIS. Sigh.
Richie said cheerfully, "Why so glum, chum?"
Just then a legion of bats swooped down from the ceiling, clawing and skreeching toward the young boy. "No more cutesy rhyming catchphrases!" they seemed to be skreetching.
"AAAhhhh, they're in my hair, they're in my hair!" he cried, as his sister grimaced.
"oh Richie, don't be such a baby. Those are just M-bats, all they do is skreech and claw at your scull, but they would never steal from you, or take a bite out of your face like some library-cavern dwelling animals" she said as she glowered at a face-biting thief, aka 'dungeon kitty,' lurking in the shadows. M-Rat had a tendency to add M- to the front of everything that rhymes with her name, in case you hadn't noticed. Its a looong story that I don't feel like telling.
"Yes," Perry agreed, speaking for the first time in a while, "And, well chap, what did you expect, really? The good animals of this underground region NEVER have tolerance for gratingly annoying little boys."
They all nodded knowingly, though Richie was nodding a little too enthusiasticaly, hoping to discreetly shake off the winged pests. This had turned out too be quite an embarassing day. First he dropped his ice cream cone, and now THIS. Sigh.