(And now, for the moment you've all been waiting for! I am now going to reveal who the goat is and why she's been walking by whistling! Drum roll please...if the budget permits it.)

They had sent Moneybags to the hospital many times, they had faced the Evil Ghost Duck on several occasions, they had even won some arguments on occasion, and they had saved pizza guys for obscure reasons. Now they were to face their greatest adventure yet. They were about to discover the identity of this goat, and the dark, mysterious meaning of her whistling.

"I've seen you walk by whistling in every one of our adventures," Spyro started, "and each time I've been meaning to ask you this question: who are you and why are you whistling!"

The goat started to answer, but before she could utter a word she was surrounded by dozens of reporters, complete with cameramen. These reporters were sent here from all the major news broadcasting corporation, and even a few minor ones. They crowded in close, recording every second for posterity. "Will you get outta here!" yelled Spyro.

The goat cleared her throat and tried again. This time, she was cut off by a mob of tourists and retired people demanding autographs and group photos. "Hey, look! Is that Elvis over there?" asked Hunter. All the amazingly gullible people ran off to see Elvis.

She tried again and was cut off by the author laughing because the story was being dragged out slowly to annoy the readers. All right, I'll get with it.

The goat started again. "My name's Skip. Skippet D. Goat. I've been wandering around here all week, trying to find someone who could give me directions." She said.

"Well that tells us who you are." Sheila said. "But why were you whistling?"

Skip rolled her eyes. "Sheesh! Do I gotta have a reason for everything? I just like to whistle!"

"Whistling is fine. You said something about needing directions?" asked Hunter.

"I got lost trying to find the rest of my herd." explained Skip, "We're all highly trained in the field of martial arts, by the way, and we were headed for a convention in Avalar when I got separated from them. Do you guys know where Mystic Marsh is?" she asked.

"Sure we know where it is. We'll gladly take you there, but first could you do us a favor?" asked Spyro. He had just begun to think of a plan. They took Skip to Mystic Marsh by using an amazing Superportal that just happened to be hanging around.

There they saw eleven other goats taking a tour of the land. Skip ran to them and they were ecstatic to see her. "Hey, goats!" said Spyro. "Could you do us a favor?"

Intermission

Okay people, intermission time. You are now free to move about the computer. Go get a snack or whatever; the story will still be here.

For those of you who wish to stay during intermission, here's a small skit.

A duck and a chicken appear. They pull out top hats and canes and start tap dancing.

Alright, intermission's over! The duck and the chicken fall through a trap door.

Story Continues

The Evil Fodder of Avalar (EFA) was having a meeting in the Secret-EFA- Hideout-That-Nobody-Knows-About-Except-For-That-Pizza-Guy. They had just finished their plan to try and reveal the secret identity of the Angry Mob, unsuccessfully, of course, and they were busy trying to think up something new.

"Curse that Angry Mob!" screamed Sandy. "If it wasn't for them then we'd um, err..." he trailed off. "C'mon, guys, a little help here!"

"If it weren't for them we'd be able to conquer the world and destroy the pizza guy who knows where our hideout is?" suggested Carl.

"That works." They were all silent for a moment. "Alright, next order of business. Dan, did you remember to destroy that pizza guy who knows where our hideout is?"

"Um..." said Dan.

"I have to destroy you now. You know far too much."

"Wait! If you come back here every Friday, I can get you a free pizza."

"Don't try to bribe me."

"Including breadsticks and dipping sauce."

"Deal."

"Uh, yes." said Dan. Fortunately for Dan, Sandy thought he was telling the truth.

Suddenly, the secret hideout shook. The lights flickered. "Okay! Who forgot to pay the electric bill?" demanded Floyd. Then the wall crumbled to reveal about a dozen goats in full karate gear. Behind them was the Angry Mob, pitchforks drawn.

"How did you find our secret hideout?" demanded Sandy.

"Some pizza guy told us." replied Spyro.

"Dan..." growled Sandy. Dan looked away and started humming innocently.

It was a showdown. One of the goats suddenly stepped forward, performed an astonishing backflip, and kicked Bob into oblivion. The remaining members of the EFA decided that they might as well do something about this and fight back. The goats were doing wonderful. They moved as one, and gave the EFA a big owie. The Angry Mob barely had to do anything except block the EFA's escape.

"Wow, this is like an action movie!" exclaimed Spyro. "Hunter, are you getting all this?" Hunter was busy filming the whole scene. The goats made short work of the Evil Fodder of Avalar and made it look very impressive. After about seven minutes of this, the bad guys were no longer as durable as they had been and weren't very fun to beat up anymore. So the goats went with the Angry Mob to Summer Forest.

"So, you do karate?" asked Sgt. Byrd. Skip nodded.

"Yep! We've been a first- class goat karate organization for years!

"Cool." remarked Hunter. "Can you teach us?" he asked. The goats were more than happy to give the Angry Mob karate lessons. Suddenly, in a last-minute clichéd plot twist, Sandy jumped out from behind a bush. "This isn't over yet!" he shouted. "Spyro, you against me, we're gonna end this right now!"

"So! You think you can beat me in a thumb wrestling contest and overthrow us, bring back the EFA, get revenge on the pizza guy, and destroy all humanity?" said Spyro.

Sandy was outraged, indignant, and above all, miffed. "WHO told you my plan!" he demanded.

"It's written on the sign that Clem is holding behind you." said Bianca. Sandy turned around and saw Clem standing there holding a sign with Sandy's secret plan written on it. Sandy grabbed the sign, beat Clem over the head with it, and threw him in a blender.

"Now about that thumb wrestling contest?" he asked. "Oh yeah." said Spyro. "I win."

"What? We haven't even started yet!"

"Sheep don't have thumbs."

Sandy paused, and looked down at his hooves. No thumbs. He invoked the wonders of the endless 'no'. In a flamboyant, dramatic way, he fell to his knees and threw his arms into the air while shouting:

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And so the EFA was defeated, the identity of the whistling goat was revealed, the Angry Mob took up karate, and all was well with the world.

Coming soon: an epilogue and a movie preview.