BEN
-JFB
It was a lovely day to sell masks on the moon, thought the Happy Mask Salesman. It would have been a perfect day to sell masks on the moon, if the cows had had any money, that is.
For hours the perpetually grinning seller of masks had approached the grass-chewing bovines, and although most of them did seem to take an interest in his wares not a one of them had enough rupees.
Defeated, Happy sat himself underneath the moon tree to sulk.
So he sulked.
And he sulked.
He sulked harder than anyone had sulked in the history of sulking.
Happy kept sulking until he heard a familiar, unmistakable jingle. A jingle that was gradually growing louder, moving closer to him.
Happy grinned broadly. Someone on the moon had rupees, a LOT of rupees. And by the goddesses, he was going to sell that person a mask. The best damn mask there was!
Tingle ran as fast as his tiny, dainty little legs would carry him. Which was not very fast at all. To be fair, he was encumbered by the gigantic pack on his back, but there was no way in the Dark World he would leave his precious rupees behind.
The cause of the little green man's flight should be obvious to those of you who have read the previous chapter. Indeed, a naked, boastful Shiek was hot on his tail, still eagar to share that which the goddesses had so graciously given him.
And so Tingle fled through the tall moon grass, not knowing he was running a path right to-
"Why hellooooooooooooooooooooo~! You look like you've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"
-The Happy Mask Salesman.
Tingle looked up into Happy's slitted eyes, a terrible thing to do, and was instantly frozen in place. Searching for the willpower to move, Tingle stammered "Uh, h-hullo, ingle!"
Happy grinned a grin so horrific it defied description.
"You seem to been in quite the hurry, my little friend," Happy purred, "But you're legs cannot carry you as quickly as you would like, am I right?"
Tingle swallowed his panic, "I, uh, yes? Limpah?"
"Oh ho ho," the Mask Salesman cackled, "I have a mask that I'm sure could... help you..."
Happy reached a hand inside his enormous pack, and slick as a snake retrieved a certain bunnyesque mask.
Without realizing he was speaking, the question "How much is it?" escaped Tingle's numb lips.
Happy could only smile.
The next thing Tingle knew, he was alone in the tall moon grass, holding some kind of bunny-ish hat. His bag, which held every last rupee he owned, was nowhere to be seen.
And Shiek has caught up with him.
"WE HAVE TO ESCAPE THA MOOOOOOOON!11one!" Sheek roared, "GRAB HOLD OF ME, FAIRY-MAN!"
Before Tingle could respond or otherwise object, Shiek dramatically scooped the little fellow into his arms. But how were they to escape the moon?
How do you think?
With two powerful strokes, Shiek ejaculated forcefully onto the moon's surface. Forcefully enough that he (and Tingle) shot off the ground and excaped the pull of the moon's gravitational field!
As the two of them floated safely down into Hyrule Field, Tingle wept, "Myyyyy ruuuuuupeeeeeeeeees, limpah... Myyyyy !
TO BE CONTINUED?