Once Slappy followed the trail, some weird error happened and the story is uncomfy reading what would be written here, so we're just gonna go to the part where she gets cornered by the assassin. Ok? Ok.
Looking up at the hooded figure standing above the wounded squirrel, Slappy thought she saw a familiar face... "Wait, is that... Yakko? Is that you?" Yakko chuckled, pulling down his hood. He knelt down to Slappy's level with a crazed look on his face. "Sorry it had to end this way, Slappy. But, no one can know. I promise Skippy will go to a good home. =)" He said as a knife sliced across Slappy's throat. As the world faded away, Slappy thought about her nephew, dying with a smile. Yakko stood up and looked down at the toon. "Now..." He said with a chuckle. "Who's next?"
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