Chapter Morelull: Psyduck Steals Halloween
The death of Baldi was a commandment of the meter stick. Kelso expertly twirled the heinous weapon around and plunged it into the earth. He drained the soil of the evil bald energy and then cast it into a well.
Ploop, said the well, thankful for Kelso's donation. It was so good at granting wishes that it forgot what it was like to be completely helpless.
"Did we finally win?" asked the guy with Sith tendencies. He looked at Pal the Werewolf and felt the menacing vibes.
"Pal is totally an elite now!" said Knuckles, taking off his boots and storing them in a safe place.
"Thank you to your friend and you," said Baldi's freed servants. "We are gladdened."
"No problem," said Vader. He began to weep. "But we lost Jim and he was totes righteous."
"Aye, we are sure his abs shan't be forgotten, bro," said Kelso. He marched up to the puddle with the sticky note and sighed deeply.
Knuckles used his digging powers to make a handsome grave. Pal made a tombstone with his knee and everyone gathered for the earthworm burial.
Vader looked down at his lightsaber and recalled all of the horrid action of the day. I shall never fight again… for your honour, Earthworm James…
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