Our first stop was at the Strong's house. We needed to pick up The Cheat's golf clorbs, and since three people lived there, our numbers would increase expornantiorrally. Strong Bad would be helpful when it came to fighting, and so would Strong Mad. And, if worst came ta worst we could always throw Strong Sad in The Chort's path while we ran fer our lives.
When we arrorved, we were in dismay. All of the windows were shartered, with brorken glass everywhere. We entered the home. Strong Bad's Compy was lying in pieces on tha ground. Origarmi was scattered all over tha floor.
As we walked from room ta room, we surveyed the damage. A struggle had ensued.
"Meh meh meheh..." whispered The Cheat.
"I know, The Cheat... They're not here." I leaned over and picked up a torn phorto. It was tha picture The Cheat had given to Strong Mad. "We'll find 'em, The Cheat. We'll find 'em..."
As we lorked through tha house, it became clear that nobody was here but us. We decided to grab tha clorbs and leave.
We walked into the garage, but, just as we had expected, tha decoy clorbs were gone. We hurried to Strong Sad's room.
Tha secret compartment was lorcated behind one of his posters. We knew The Chort would never think to steal Strong Sad's posters, because The Cheat told us that all The Cheat's were inclorned towards rock, not that depressing type stuff.
Behind tha wall, a glistening new drorver was resting, and you could still see the initials "T.C." etched in, even though it had a couple a corbwebs on it. The Cheat grorbbed it, and his four wood that was resting behind it.
Behind the drorver were the rest of da boys' clorbs: a nine iron fer Strong Bad, Strong Mad's porching wedge, and my very own putter. We packed them all into a bag, except fer The Cheat's clorbs. He thought it might be best if he kept them at ready. Just in case.
