Author Note: I would really appreciate it if you would review this part of
the story. I would also like to thank everyone who has reviewed so far. :
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"The Kindergartners!" gasped King Bob. "That settles it, we're going after these-these-criminals!" He snorted, still disgusted by not having his throne back with him. He paced back and forth, his body guards close behind. "We must form a team," he said at last.
"A team?" Gretchen questioned, as the kids on the playground began to whisper.
"Yes, a team." King Bob stated. "That will go into the kindergarten territory and bring back this criminal!"
"But-but who?" Digger Dave asked.
"I shall go, for I won't rest until the playground is safe." King Bob said, gulping slightly.
"Hustler Kid! You're going to come with as well. I still can't trust you have nothing to do with these acts"
"But-But!" The Hustler Kid began to say, but stopped, seeing the glare from King Bob. He cringed, having not wanted to go in such a dangerous mission. This wasn't his line of work, as everyone knew.
"I'll go," T.J. said, gulping. "Anyone who dares rip off a Senior Fusion comic has to deal with me!"
The whole playground began to whisper in admiration: even Randal was impressed.
"What about us!" Spineli yelled, impatiently banging her feet and waving a fist. "What are we suppose to do?"
"We won't be gone long," King Bob said. "Keep a look out until our return."
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The Hustler Kid, King Bob, and T.J. set out to the Kindergarden Territory far off from Old Rusty. It seemed like forever until they reached the dangerous territory.
"Do-we-have-to-go?" The Hustler Kid asked, looking at the "KEEP OUT" sign posted in front of the gate.
"Of course we have to," King Bob said nervously, looking over at T.J., slightly chattering his teeth.
"Look!" T.J. yelled out, as a kindergartener walked over to them. It looked like the leader, having a small paper crown on its head.
"YOU!" The leader shouted. "TAKE THING!"
"What?" King Bob asked, confused. Suddenly, he looked around, seeing he and his friends were surrounded by kindergarteners with spears.
"TAKE THING!" the leader shouted again. "MUST PAY!"
T.J. gulped. What were they going to do?
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To Be Continued
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"The Kindergartners!" gasped King Bob. "That settles it, we're going after these-these-criminals!" He snorted, still disgusted by not having his throne back with him. He paced back and forth, his body guards close behind. "We must form a team," he said at last.
"A team?" Gretchen questioned, as the kids on the playground began to whisper.
"Yes, a team." King Bob stated. "That will go into the kindergarten territory and bring back this criminal!"
"But-but who?" Digger Dave asked.
"I shall go, for I won't rest until the playground is safe." King Bob said, gulping slightly.
"Hustler Kid! You're going to come with as well. I still can't trust you have nothing to do with these acts"
"But-But!" The Hustler Kid began to say, but stopped, seeing the glare from King Bob. He cringed, having not wanted to go in such a dangerous mission. This wasn't his line of work, as everyone knew.
"I'll go," T.J. said, gulping. "Anyone who dares rip off a Senior Fusion comic has to deal with me!"
The whole playground began to whisper in admiration: even Randal was impressed.
"What about us!" Spineli yelled, impatiently banging her feet and waving a fist. "What are we suppose to do?"
"We won't be gone long," King Bob said. "Keep a look out until our return."
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The Hustler Kid, King Bob, and T.J. set out to the Kindergarden Territory far off from Old Rusty. It seemed like forever until they reached the dangerous territory.
"Do-we-have-to-go?" The Hustler Kid asked, looking at the "KEEP OUT" sign posted in front of the gate.
"Of course we have to," King Bob said nervously, looking over at T.J., slightly chattering his teeth.
"Look!" T.J. yelled out, as a kindergartener walked over to them. It looked like the leader, having a small paper crown on its head.
"YOU!" The leader shouted. "TAKE THING!"
"What?" King Bob asked, confused. Suddenly, he looked around, seeing he and his friends were surrounded by kindergarteners with spears.
"TAKE THING!" the leader shouted again. "MUST PAY!"
T.J. gulped. What were they going to do?
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To Be Continued
