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Date Posted: 18:40:10 07/31/05 Sun
Author: Kande's Sis
Subject: As KM starts to turn the cart...
In reply to: CW 's message, "As the golf cart tries to fly down the road," on 17:56:45 07/31/05 Sun

...a huge explosion causes the cart to skip ten feet down the road, coming to rest underneath an Oak tree. Rabid turns to stare in disbelief at the dark cloud rising from what used to be the vicinity of the bus, while aliens and alien "parts" fall from the sky.

"Oops," says KS, covering up a little grin with her hand. The Mayor turns to her furiously.

"I thought you said those were tracking devices!"

"I must have grabbed a bomb by mistake." KS shrugs nonchalantly. "Good thing Bubba wasn't on that bus."

Rabid stares at her open-mouthed, then takes one hand and gently pushes up at her chin. "You are so evil. Evil! How is it that we were born on the same day, the same year, and are cyber-twins when I...I..."

The Mayor impatiently waves her hand in the air. "Yes, yes, we know, you're all sweetness and light." The points an accusing finger at KS. "What have you done with Bubba?"

KS rolls her eyes heavenward and puts her hand mischeviously together beneath her chin, striving for an angelic look and failing miserably. "Nothing."

Rabid and the Mayor advance on KS. "Tell us where he is and no one will get hurt!" KS's eyes narrow and they hurriedly back up. "Or not, we'll leave it up to you."

KS shoos the two into the golf cart. "CW has him trussed up in his room at the Klub."

"Wha-? Why is he trussed up? Has CW turned evil too since I was last in Shipperville?" Rabid just can't take in this sudden turn of events. She'd been looking forward to a trip to Roswell.

The Mayor slams the heel of her hand into her forehead. "Of course! He'll want revenge for his Uncle. He must have hired you to blow up that bus because the she-devil was on it."

KS starts to look shifty. "Er...well, she was supposed to be."

The Mayor slams on her brakes. Rabid bounces off the hood of the cart and just misses falling into a cow patty on the road. KS reaches down and helps her up. "So where is she? Where is the she-devil? We can't allow Bubba to see her!" The Mayor is frantic. There's a group of political supporters coming to see her in Shipperville in an hour to fund her next campaign. She can't allow Bubba to be on a rampage while they're in town.

Meanwhile, back at the Klub...Kande has just been reassured by CW that Bubba is safe in his little room beneath the stairs, and his Uncle has been sedated upstairs in her apartment. They are both just about to break into a congratulatory rootbeer keg when suddenly a tall, impossibly thin woman in a Wisconsin cheese hat strolls into the Klub.

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