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PART TWO: Keanuville
Meanwhile, at the Reality Storm's Ground Zero…
"CHIIIIIIIICK!!!!!!!"
"KENNNNNNN!!!!!!!"
Our other team of heroes is honored with front row seats to the demolition of the Space-Time continuum.
"WHAT ABOUT THE DOGS?????" King Dog howls, "WE'RE IN THIS HELLHOLE TOO!"
"WHY ARE WE ALL YELLING REALLY LOUD?" asks the Jackal.
Suddenly, the only noise is coming from outside.
"Well," he continues, "we ARE all in the same random force- field thingy."
"We're in a WHAT?" Kaminski asks, innocently, forcing his eyes open.
He wishes he hadn't looked.
"Ohhhhhh….. SHIT!"
The view from the random force-field thingy would make Salvidore Dali want to commit himself to the cruelest mental institution extant. The sky is on fire one minute, which melts into vapor the next minute and then changes into writhing intestines. The trees corkscrew, grow eyeballs, uproot themselves and sing weird "hooming" songs. The ground sprouts hair, staircases that turn in on themselves, rocks with teeth.
Needless to say, Ken's a tad messed up by all of this.
"Woaaaah…"
"Eh," says Whack Chick, "it's not all that trippy."
Her attendant males stare at her.
"It's merely REALLY weird," she continues.
"Wee, Chicky-moo."
And now they are all staring at the remarkable little man hovering a few feet off the ground within their random force-field thingy.
"I made it, 'minski-Wombat," he says, proudly
"Huh?" Ken's confused and distraught.
"Yiss forcey-field," the little man clarifies, "you wassa gonna ask if t'was me doin'."
"No I wasn't," he pauses, "wait a sec, is it a bad thing that I understood what he said?"
"Umm…," begins Junkyard Dog, but he decides it's best to withhold the comment.
"Gooda thinking Junky-Canid."
"Right, that's it," Junkyard bristles, "who and WHAT the hell are you?"
And although they don't know why, the minute the little man answers them, the entire team is infused with an inexplicable feeling of amazing calm.
"Je suis Mendo," the little man says, "of the Sidhe."
Something tingles in the very back of Chick's brain, like she should have reverence for this strange being. She feels hot, which is appropriate given the primal energy in the air.
"You are here to help us," she asks.
"Yes, mon smartie moo," says Mendo, "I make an itsy time warp so youm no slarked with rest of Universe."
"Slarked," Jack-em-up echoes.
Mendo gestures towards the outside of the force-field. His next statement chills his audience.
"World getting slarked now," he says, "you see. Happened to Sidhe World before. Not very pleasant. Survivors time- shifted here. Now, we have need of you."
He leans in closer to his attendants, "Youm canna be slarked yet. Too important."
"You wouldn't," Chick is apprehensive about what the answer to this question might be, "you wouldn't happen to know where Lyra and Mad-Ness are?"
Mendo fingers his chin thoughtfully, "Hmmm, yes. Angel-moo et Hyper Izzard. They are fine. Alive but just not here. I send friend to fetch them."
"Oh," Whack Chick nods without quite understanding, exactly, how this information is going to help them.
Suddenly, the roaring outside the force field ceases. The world that was Keanuville a half-hour ago has become a three dimensional nightmare. The four Crankydestined and their Sidhe mentor gaze out on the blasted landscape.
"Now," Mendo announces, "we must find other Crankydestined. Youm make sure world get saved. Not hard choice, eh?">
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