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Date Posted: 03:19:41 03/07/02 Thu
Author: kande
Subject: Back at the klub...
In reply to: Stardoe 's message, "CW roams through the park stabbing litter with her size 1103 knitting needles." on 01:06:01 03/07/02 Thu

...Bubba is hanging balloons and streamers in preparation for a blowout party. Ka-chunk! Bubba shoots the staplegun at a stray streamer, attaching it firmly to the ceiling.

"Hey, Bubba! Whatcha doing?"

Startled, Bubba loses his balance and instinctively pulls the trigger on the staplegun. Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat. Staples go flying about the klub.

"Ow! My eye!"

Bubba drops the staplegun and turns toward the voice. He sees Detoured with her hands over one eye, stomping her foot obviously in great pain.

"I'm ok!" Detoured says unconvincingly.

Bubba smacks himself in his long, sloping forehead. D'oh! How could he injure the town's only superhero? Oh, man, he is in so much trouble. The fines alone could wipe him out. He has to cover his grey alien butt. An idea pops into his head.

Grabbing the staplegun, he rushes over to Detoured and presses it into her hand, making sure her prints are all over it. Then he sneaks up behind her and whacks her in the head, knocking her unconscious. He counts to ten, then rushes over to the mayor's office.

"Bubba? What's wrong?" Kenamom looks over her half-glasses at the alien. She is concerned about the beads of orange sweat dripping down his face. Will they stain her carpet?

Bubba mimics Detoured standing precariously on a table stapling streamers to the ceiling, then losing her balance and shooting herself in the eye with a staple.

"Ohmygod!" Kenamom picks up the phone and punches in the emergency number. "Yes, I'll hold." She taps her foot in time to the hold music. Then she stops and barks into the phone. "Get someone over to kande's klub RIGHT NOW. There's an eye injury." She pauses, listening to the person on the other end. "Staples." She hangs up, grabs Bubba, and they hustle back to the klub.

The emergency workers are already at the klub by the time they get there. Kenamom cinches her skirt, then goes inside. She is stopped immediately by an emergency worker.

"I'm afraid I have bad news."

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