"I love going out of business sales!" exclaimed the runt of the group, admirig himself in his shiney new sneakers.
"Yes friend," agreed his sister, M-Rat, "won't we look spectacular in ur new shoes for our big prison-break. Hooray!"
The PJ nodded happily in agreement. "And friends, I do think our narrator is less grumpy after finding those fancy red boots on clearance."
Indeed, the interdimensional travelor had a point. The noble young Perry Jr admired the narrator's gorgeous new boots.
"If all it takes is ugly boots to keep the narrator happy, thats fine with me," the girl's grating voice sounded stupidly. Thew other two nodded in spectacular ignorance.
"Sigh" the three snotty weasels muttered and they slimed off once again in teh direction of the escape route. They kept walking and walking until suddenly they all fell and splashed into the cold river.
"AAhhh! HEY!!" they shouted in panic.
"Whose turn was it to watch the ground and tell us when it ended?" asked M-Rat accusingly.
"I bleieve it was the narrator's turn, " Richie said, rather immaturely. THey both darted they demon eyes toward the innocent narrator. But the witchhunt was pre-empted as M-Rat realized Perry Jr was about to be written out, aka drown.
"Gurgle gurgle gurgle!"
"Notice anything unusual, bro?" shouted M-Rat.
"No."
"Well then look around and tell me what, or WHO you don't see" she continued.
There were many things the boy didn't see, among which was warmth and food, and success, meaning him as a rockstar, he thought grudgingly. He had formulated his list and was about to enumerate it to his sister alfabetically, when Margerat submerged with a gasping Perry. She swam him over to a rock, where he rested, caughing up water and seaweed.
"Richie, stop futilly treading water and join us on the rock," she cried, hastily forgetting the other miserably cold member of the little escape party. Richie ceased his uselss space-staring and followed direction.
After climbing onto a piece of driftwood, the group floated towards the candy factory while discussing their plan of action. The candy factory, yippee, the candy factory! I mean ummm.... uh... (blush).
They paused to roll their eyes for no reason at all, then continued.
"So we have to figure out who killed John the Nihillist," said M-Rat.
"I guess," said Richie blandly.
"Um..whatever" Perry added non-commitally.
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