Chapter Mok: Thanks A Lot
Knuckles, Vader, Pal, and Kelso the Hedgehog looked down at a letter posted on the helipad.
"A musical championship?" Knuckles pondered as he read with his analytical purple orbs.
Vader examined the note closer. "Yup, looks pretty legit, dawgs. Shall we enter?"
Kelso thought about how he really needed to get to Eric's house. "But what about our missions?"
Knuckles looked at Pal and thought about the time his brother Arthur was once in a cereal jingle contest. "No, dudes, we have to enter this because it honours our fallen brethren."
Vader looked at his wristwatch and remembered how much he cared about worms. "Yeah, and Jim is dead, so we should honour him too."
"So, we should buy instruments," said Pal. Everyone then took out their wallets and pooled their money together.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Iberian Peninsula, Silver was inside a giant bottle, sitting atop a large model pirate ship. He was unconscious, but dreaming of scurvy.
"That dimwitted dolt," sneered Squlliam in his fancy son tone. His stolen abs glistened against the reflective glass.
"Squilliam, stop baring your illegal abs and come drink tea with me and da boys," said a green-cloaked figure.
Squilliam scoffed at the idea, but remembered that showing up to tea without his cloak was not very fancy. "I do not want to look cheesy and uncouth…" he muttered to himself before snagging a blue cloak and adjusting the abdominal area such that he could breathe properly.
The opulent octopus gave the captured hedgehog one last conniving grin. "And now, you are nothing. You are like a squirrel without an acorn. A papaya without pulp."
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