Chapter Popeye: Dwight
Toto held a candle out to everyone. It was really dark now, so they needed the light. "We begin our contest once the guests arrive. Together, we will all do our best and the judges will deem who is worthy of the sacred grand prize."
"It will be me," said Arle.
"No! It's gonna be me!" roared Vector, already practising his Backstreet Boys.
Mighty smiled with exclusive dishonesty to the rivals. "This might be fun," said the hunky one to Blaze and her feline elegance.
"I do not want fun," said Blaze grumpily. "I want to kick Arle's butt, take the emerald, and then force her to grant me her rings."
"Five is a pretty neat number," said Omega the head. "It's like how many fingers most people have."
The SLJ Bros looked at the horizon with their binoculars and gasped.
"40,000 people are coming in quick, dudes!" Frozone shouted to everyone.
"The contest commences…" said Toto, a tad nervous. His team had to win or else the death of all people was a given.
The 40,000 guests sat down in their 40,000 seats. One guy was really fat and took up two seats. One guy was really small and sat on another guy's lap.
The stage before them lit up like a light-up banana.
Toto stepped onto the stage and waved to the impressive crowd. "Today we begin… the Battle of the Bands…"
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