The New Adventures of Fang
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Lizzie's POV
Well, I'm at Rachel's house right now watching some animated movie. Then all of a sudden- BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Not again!" Rachel yelled, running upstairs into her parent's bedroom. She came back running down the stairs yelling, "Even if you unplug it, it still works because it has batteries in it too! No!" she yelled running back into her parent's room and unplugging the clock that has a pencil holder included in it, then running back down the stairs with it.
"It won't shut up!" I screamed. Then I proceeded to run around screaming with my hands over my ears.
"How are we going to kill it?"
"Throw it out the window!"
"Okay!" I took my hands off my ears, wanting to hear the sound of when the stupid clock thing dies. Rachel ran to the sink and threw the clock thing at the window behind it, making a shattering sound and then we heard someone say 'ow'. The bright side was that the clock stopped making noises.
"Hark, who goes there?" I asked, taking my invisible staff and twirling it around.
"Fang." The voice replied.
"Fang!" I said, gasping. I heard Rachel gasp, too. "Like, the real Fang?"
"Is there a fake me?" he asked.
"Yes." Rachel said, picking up a shard of glass and throwing it at Fang.
"Ow!" he yelled. We hopped out of the window above the sink like ninjas and then walked up to a damaged Fang, who was sitting on the ground looking confused. His black wings tattered.
"It's the real Fang!" I yelled, pointing.
"How do you-" I caught Rachel off and pointed a little above Fang's head.
"Look, Bigfoot!" I yelled.
"Where?" Fang asked, looking around.
"See, that's how I know it's the real Fang."