Chapter Five: Last Stand!

"Reinforce the barricade!" Kai ordered as the clothes continued to slam into the gates of the junkyard attempting to knock the gate down.

Tyson, Max, and Rei kept taking whatever they could to block the gate with. Kenny was trying as fast as he could to make the stupid giant washing machine.

"Set up another barrier in case they break down the gate!" Kai barked at the other three.

"Aww man…" Max complained while pushing an antique piano into place to be a part of the second barrier. "This is like boot camp all over again!"

"Quiet! Less talking! More defenses!" Kai commanded brutally.

A loud crash echoed throughout the junkyard as the gates crashed down and a mob of clothes burst forth through the defenses and struggled against the second defense.

"I told you to have the-mff!" Kai couldn't finish his last order because a moldy sweater had clung to him and covered his mouth. A ripped, torn, and grass stained pair of jeans wrapped around his legs. Knocking Kai off-balance, he fell into the heap of garbage/junk and the clothes piled on top of him.

"Kai's down! Repeat, Kai's down!" Tyson yelled in a military voice.

"The clothes are molesting him!!!" Max shouted in panic. O.O;;

"They are not!" Reasoned Tyson.

"No time for chat the clothes are coming! The clothes are coming!" Rei hollered as if the British were coming.

"Hurry up, Kenny!" Tyson yelled at the small boy carefully and I might add slowly putting the machine together.

"Dizzi… we had a future together why did you leave me!" Kenny cried.

"The clothes! There's too many of them!" Max was engulfed by the wave of violent clothes.

"They've got Max, sir! Man down! Man down!" Rei picked up a flamethrower and roasted the clothes commando style. You'd be surprised what some people throw away…

"How's it coming, Kenny?!" Tyson demanded while choosing a shotgun and blowing holes into the clothes Kentucky Hill Billy style.

"Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes." Kenny sang while working on the machine.

Even when engulfed in flames or full of holes the clothes were only slowed down but not stopped. A Jessie Clark Middle School T-shirt inched towards Rei while dying a slow and painful death. Hah! I knew my school shirt was possessed!!! Rei toasted the little sucker and got the clothes to retreat slightly when what should happen… but his flamethrower run out of fuel!

"AHHHHHH!!! TYSON HELP! I RAN OUT OF GAS!!!" Rei screamed while running from the clothes that wanted revenge.

Tyson paused his Kentucky Hill Billy shooting to look over at the fleeing Rei. "I don't think farting on them really works, Rei."

Angrily, Rei chucked another Jessie Clark Middle School T-shirt at Tyson's face and it wouldn't let go! "AHHH!!! MY EYES!!! THEY BURN!!! IT'S SUCKING MY BRAINS OUT!!! AHHHHHHH!!!" Tyson screamed and was overrun by the attacking clothes!

"Hurry it up, Kenny!" Rei was searching for a new weapon of choice while running from the angry clothes mob.

"I WILL AVENGE YOU DIZZI!" Kenny exclaimed triumphantly, pausing from his tedious work.

"KENNY!!!" Rei shouted as he fell into a large hole and the clothes piled in after him. Screaming came from the hole as Rei Kon met his painful end.

"Hey guys I'm finished!!!" Kenny grinned and looked around to see all his companions buried under clothes and in great pain. The clothes now realized he was the only one left and inched closer. "Now w-wait a m-minute, clothes buddies!" Kenny stammered. "They forced me to make this machine… I was on your side." The clothes paused and the almighty super ultra giant shirt king stepped forward! A tattered bra whispered something to the almighty super ultra giant shirt king and the almighty super ultra giant shirt king nodded. Kenny sighed in relief. Then they all at once pounced on him and ripped him limb from limb! Thus… sadly… the almighty super ultra giant shirt king took over the world starting from that little town called what's-it's-name. Warning, do NOT turn your back on your clothes! They just might be working for the giant shirt king! What…? They're going to attack me? Ack! I'm sorry! The shirt king's title was so long I'M SO SORRY!!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!   

Let me ask you this… have you cleaned your room recently? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!

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