None of us slept well that night. Strong Mad was weeping inta his pillow. It took all of our strength to keep him from chasing after The Cheat.
Strong Bad was also in pretty bad shape. He hadn't said a single word after answering our question, which was very unlike Strong Bad. He had never really let anybody know how much that little furry guy meant to him, but it was oh so apparent now.
Personally, I was pretty crorped out by the whole thing. The Cheat was the best player on the Golf Club Team, and we had a big game comin' up against Strong Sad's CDs Tech next week. Plus the idea of a little blue creature runnin' around wreaking havoc is pretty scary.
We all woke fairly early the next mraning. We were all anxious to start lookin' fer The Cheat. We set out towards where we thought The Chort might strike next. He'd already hit Bubs, the KOT, and Strong Bad's house. The only other logical people he could hit were Homestar, Pom Pom, and Marzipan. My place was outta the picture, because The Cheat had told us that his kind weren't fond of the smell of sweaty gym clothes.
But which house to warn first?
Strong Bad suggested that we go to Pom Pom's house, cause we could split into two grorps and use his cell to keep in touch. We headed over to his house. We found him lounging outside. I started to tell em about the recent happenings, but he said he already knew. Bubs had apparently climbed down da tree, and took sanctuary at Homestar's house. Homestar called Pom Pom up that night, and gave him the details.
I filled him in on what he hadn't heard, and he agreed to help us find The Cheat. We figured we could head on over ta Homestar's place to enlist his and Bubs' help, then go check in with Marzipan.
When we arrived, we talked to da boys about what had gone down. We mentioned that we were gonna check up on Marzipan. That's when Homestar opened his morth and things started to unravel.
"Why would you wanna do that, guys?"
"Shut up, Homestar! We're going over there to make sure that The Chort hasn't gotten to her!"
"Ohhhhhhh...Who's The Chort?"
"Hold on there, Hamstray. You did call Marzipan to warn her about The Chort, right?"
"I like marshmallows!"
Marzipan had no clue that there was a marauding creature on the loose. We had to get there before The Chort did.