Next chapter of Right on the Left

Based on a vid/comic I made.

Enjoy 2nd Chapter.

In normal text

Toothy opens the gate to the mini golf course silently. He motions for Lammy and Handy to come in. He hands both of them golf balls and a putter. "Thanks for sneaking us in!" Lammy exclaims.

"Eh, it's no problem. I know the owner. If you don't mind my asking, but, why do you two need to go through the handicap accesible gate?" Toothy murmurs under his breath.

"Well, we're Left club, and the golf course owner is Right club." Handy explains, words gargled with the club in his mouth. Toothy slaps himself.

"God, not this bull!" he cries. "I honestly cannot wait until this damn fad is over!"

"Well, we came here to play mini golf, so let's play!" Lammy smiles.

Meanwhile...

Truffles, Russell, and Sniffles are playing on the same course as the group earlier. Truffles swings the putter, hits the ball and all three follow the ball with their eyes into the hole. Truffles smiles, "Sniffles, mark it up, whole in one, I officially win the game."

"Yar, Sniffles has to go, yar scurvy dog, yar!" Russell croaks, waving his hook at the blue pig. Sniffles steps up, swings the putter, and the ball rolls towards the hole, only to stop at the edge of the hole. Truffles falls over, oinking between hysterical laughs. Russell puts his hand on Sniffles's back. "Yar, I don't think that was very bad..." Russell spots Toothy, Handy, and Lammy, the latter two in Left club green shirts. "Yar, I see Leftwings, yar..." Russell grins, pointing to the three.

"Don't worry, I got this fellas!" Truffles snorts, taking aim at the two.

Back with the trio, Lammy was explaining the Left vs Right conflict, while Handy was trying to hit the ball. "So, Toothy, I am part of the Left group because Mr. Pickels and I need the support of a group to help us be who ever we can be. The Right club is one for all, if you fail, the only person you bring down is yourself. I need a trampoline to recover from falls like that." Lammy explains.

"I don't know which side to be on. Both ideas have flaws, and obviously cons as well, but I don't know. I don't just want to be another one of the flock." Toothy mutters.

"Well, I'd think you'd be great in-" Truffles's golf ball hurdles straight through her cheek, blasting a clean hole through it. Toothy gasps, and ducks down.

Handy, meanwhile finally adjusted the putter to his liking. He whacks the ball, and it spins into the hole. Handy spits out the golf club, jumps in the air, and exclaims, "Hole in Fucking one!" Suddenly, another of Truffle's golf balls smack through his face.

Toothy flees, fearing a strike from a golf ball.

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Toothy sits in the Happy Tree Plaza outside The Mole's electronics store, watching 'Texas Jigsaw Massacre'. As with many citizens, his tolerance of death was particularly high. As a commercial for jigsaw puzzles flashes on screen, and Toothy's eyes begin to wander, a brawl began in the Clothing store next door.

He could see Giggles was arguing about the price with the cashier, Disco Bear. "And you bump up the price of this blouse because I am part of the Left Club!" Giggles protests.

"Yeah, guess what, that is our policy! Go shop where you want, just not here!" Disco shouts at her.

"Well I don't want these stupid clothes anyway!" She pouts, tossing the pink blouse aside. As she steps through the automatic doors, they shut, splitting her in half. Her face remained in a tortured scowl until the doors pulled away, and it falls to the floor.

Toothy leaps up and storms in the store. "What the hell, Disco!" he yells at the disgruntled bear. Disco glares at him, then looks at his attire. There wasn't anything involving the Left club, nor propaganda from the Right Club. Disco was confused by this, even a Toothy was barking off swears and complaints.

"Disco, you fat ass cumwad, are you even listening!?" Tooth demands.

"I'm sorry, but you must leave the store immediately, or be arrested for disturbing the peace!" Disco stammers, trying to sound authoritative. Toothy stomps off. Disco smiles and twirls around. "Disco, you are one funky bear!" he growls seductively at his reflection in the storefront window. He rests a hand on the conveyor belt, and it sucks his hand under it. He screams in agony, as his arm is crushed, and torn apart by the conveyor belt. It snags the Right Club jersey over his usual apparel, and begins tightening the jersey. He gasps for air as his collar tightens around his neck. Finally, the carotid artery burst, and flesh begins pouring out the gash in the artery. Finally, his head rolls of, spinning on the conveyor belt.

Somethings before you leave,

If you saw the vid, which I doubt, you'd notice there isn't a golf course scene and the Cashier's head doesn't roll off. Of course, I'm not a miracle worker, the comic and the vid will differ dramatically.

And Lammy, Mr. Pickels, and Truffles are not OCs. Check out the HTF website if you don't already know.

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