Attack of the Stompers
Chapter 1
CARL: (disgruntled) Okay, okay, so we’ve both agreed that if they did have to fight, UltraLord would beat Llama Boy. But what if UltraLord fought Donut Boy?
SHEEN: (snorting) Then he’d lose even worse.
CARL: Nuh-uh! Donut Boy has the power to shoot donuts from his nostrils! UltraLord loves donuts!
SHEEN: (rolling his eyes) Not if they came out of Donut Boy’s nostrils.
CARL: Come on, Sheen, you’d eat a donut wherever it came from.
SHEEN: (stops walking) Carl, that’s you.
CARL: (pauses) Oh.
JIMMY: (from the DNA scanner) Hey guys! One sec, I’ll let you in!
CARL: (after they landed) OUCH! Sheen, I think you landed on my scapula!
SHEEN: (oblivious) Oooh, cake!
JIMMY: Sheen-don’t-touch-that!
SHEEN: Why not?
JIMMY: It’s the antidote!
SHEEN: (clutching his throat, pretending to choke) To what?
JIMMY: See, I’ve gone back to researching the planet of Twonkus 3—
CARL: (interrupting) What happened to that Megalomania thing?
JIMMY: (rolling his eyes) Megalomium? Well, that didn’t go so well.
He gestured to the flowers in a box hurling heavy objects at each other.
CARL: (trying not to laugh) Oh.
Sheen stopped pretending to choke.
JIMMY: See, I’ve been wanting to research more about the Twonkies. Last time didn’t really go so well…
He paused, and a brief flashback of the Stomper-transformed Twonkies rampaging around Retroville flashed through their minds. Sheen snorted.
JIMMY: Anyway, I’m trying to learn more about them, so I invented this.
He pointed to a turquoise rectangular shape the size of a microwave-oven.
JIMMY (proudly): That thing is a Matter Transporter.
SHEEN: (rolling his eyes) Oooh, impressive.
JIMMY: (ignoring him) You just put a smallish object in there, press the button, it dematerializes into thin air and reappears into its copy, which I flew to Twonkus 3—without getting off the rocket. That saves us the problem of what happened last time. So far I’ve sent up a couple of different foods and I’ve decided that acidic fruits and vegetables are mostly poisonous, but not deathly, to the Twonkies.
SHEEN: How do you know?
Jimmy pointed to an apple, an orange, and a tomato in plastic bags, followed by various types of candy. Each piece of food had a large bite in it, but dark, yellow-brown spots in varying degrees of fadedness surrounded the marks on the fruits.
JIMMY: That tells me that when the saliva of a Twonky makes contacts with the acid of the fruits (or vegetables), that occurs. Now, if that’s what happened to a non-living item like an apple, I imagine the same would happen to anything alive.
Sheen and Carl immediately stepped back.
JIMMY: But, as you’ll notice, the spots do fade after a few days. So, it would take a pretty powerful source to increase the acidic strength so much that it would become deadly.
A pronounced silence followed this statement, and then—
SHEEN: So can I have some cake or what?
JIMMY: No! Cake is one of the most sugary and sweet substances I could think of, it’s the only thing that cures them! I need it for if anything bad happens!
He pointed agitatedly to a piece of cake with a bite in it, but looked fine otherwise.
SHEEN: (loudly) Fine! I won’t have cake! So you
got some
onion rings or what?
Chapter 2
SHEEN: (walking out of the Candy Bar, holding his stomach)
Man, that triple fudge extra double triple chocolate ice cream cone
with extra
chocolate and fudge ROCKED! (burp)
CARL: (excitedly) And the
SHEEN: Yeah right, next you’re gunna tell me that
French
Vanilla isn’t from
JIMMY: And Sam’s new flavor, Strawberry Ketchup Sludge was delicious and incredibly messy!
SHEEN: So what did you guys have for desert?
Jimmy and Carl stared at him strangely, then all three of them burst out laughing.
CARL: Hey guys?
JIMMY: Yeah?
CARL (awkwardly): Do you think, that sometimes, in the bright light, Ms. Fowl looks kind of—
Unexpectedly, without warning, a loud whooshing noise was heard from the sky, growing louder every second. All the light was sucked from the sun, and after a moment everyone realized that something—a meteor?—was concealing it completely, continuously expanding.
And then, out of nowhere, a multicolored comet-like explosion shot down from the sky. It seemed to be made up of Twonkies—[i]angry[/i] Twonkies.
Several loud yells of “RUN!” filled the street, and suddenly no one could see (despite the brightness of the green, blue, pink, and purple Twonkies) and Jimmy found himself lying on the cement.
SHEEN: Jimmy!
JIMMY: (as the wild Twonkies bounced rapidly in his direction, waving his arm frantically) Sheen, no! Go on without me!
CARL: (running for shelter in the
SHEEN: Oh, don’t be such a drama king!
Sheen doubled back to Jimmy, with the Twonky parade drawing ever closer. Within an instant, Sheen pounded his fist on both of Jimmy’s heels, activating the rocket shoes. Jimmy and Sheen rose into the air and gathered speed, flying over the panicking crowd. Jimmy scanned the group and spotted Carl.
JIMMY: Sheen, get Carl!
And Sheen dove, like he was the one controlling the rockets, and grabbed Carl’s flailing arm.
JIMMY: (gasping and panting breathlessly) How did you [i]do[/i] that?
SHEEN: (in the middle of the three of them, holding each of their arms) Thirteen years of playing video games pay off sometimes! I have cat-like reflexes, hi-yah!
Someone randomly threw a rock at Sheen’s head, which bounced off his head.
SHEEN: (after a moment) OW!
JIMMY: (snorting) Yeah. Dead cat-like reflexes.
CARL: Oooh, ooh, Jimmy, can I say it this time?
SHEEN: No, it’s my turn!
CARL: No way, you always say it!
SHEEN: So what? I always do it b—
JIMMY: Will someone just say it already?!
CARL: To the place where Jimmy makes all his cool inventions and gets us all in trouble and in fun adventures usually involving an evil villain and—
SHEEN: To the lab!
Chapter 3
JIMMY: (after they got back)
But—but—I don’t understand!
CARL: That’s something
you don’t hear everyday.
JIMMY: (shrilly) Carl,
I’m
serious! How did the Twonkies get so insane and angry?
SHEEN: Carl’s fault!
CARL: Hey, it was YOUR
idea!
SHEEN: (awkwardly)
Well, that might be both of our faults…
JIMMY: Oh no. What did
you do?
SHEEN: It was Carl’s
fault!
CARL: No it wasn’t! I
wanted to
leave, but—
JIMMY: Guys, just tell
me what
happened!
SHEEN AND CARL:
Weeeell…
YESTERYDAY:
SHEEN
(holding a bag of pickles): Jiiiimmy! Are you there?
CARL:
(peering inside DNA scanner) Nope, no one’s in the
lab.
SHEEN:
Awww, but I really wanted some cake!
CARL:
Fine, we’ll just use his bag of hair.
Carl
turned over the third step from the door and put a
hair in front of the scanner.
SHEEN: Ah,
there it is! (looks at pickles) Dang, I guess
I’m gunna have to throw this out if I want any cake.
Sheen
tossed the pickle he was eating over his shoulder,
and it landed in a purple tank with flowers in it.
CARL:
Hey—hey, what’s that noise?
They
turned around to see the pickle transforming, growing
bigger and an angry face appearing on the top.
CARL: Hey!
It’s that Megalomania thing!
SHEEN:
Nooooo! It’s destroying all that is good and
pickley!
He dropped
the bag on the floor, and turned the box
upside-down to get the first vegetable out.
SHEEN:
Aaaah! Nooo!
CARL: What
are you gunna do?
SHEEN:
Save my poor pickles, what else? Quick, how to we
move them?
CARL: Um…
Help me put the bag into that green microwave!
The pickles were still vibrating angrily.
SHEEN: Are
you crazy? Do you know what kind of damage we
could do?
CARL:
Yeah, you’re right, we shouldn’t…
SHEEN:
What?! Think of the possibilites! We could end
homework!
CARL: What?
SHEEN:
Just put it in!
Carl and
Sheen loaded the bag into the Matter Transporter and
pushed buttons randomly. The machine shook and hummed, and then the
pickles
were gone
Chapter 4
JIMMY: (smacking head) Sheen!
SHEEN: (defensively)
What?
JIMMY: Do you have any
idea what
you just did?!
SHEEN: Uh… eliminate
all homework
forever?
CARL: Yay!
JIMMY: No, you didn’t!
SHEEN: Then whad’I do?
JIMMY: You sent
extra-poisonous
pickles to Twonkus 3!
SHEEN: What?
JIMMY: Good, so you
understand how
bad this is!
SHEEN: No, I just
didn’t hear you. (digs in ear) What did you say?
JIMMY: (exasperatedly)
You sent extra-poisonous, Megalomaniumed pickles to
Twonkus 3! That’s why they’re so insane and power crazy!
SHEEN: Well that’s not good!
JIMMY: Duh!
CARL: Hey Jimmy, this
is the part where our adventure starts, right?
JIMMY: Yes, Carl, it
is.
SHEEN: Oooh, can I
help?
Pleeeeeeeease?
JIMMY: Yeah, you know
what? I
might actually need your help this time!
SHEEN: (pumping the
air) YESSSS!
CARL: Can I help too?
Ya know, as
long as it doesn’t land me in the hospital?
SHEEN: (rolling his
eyes; muttering) Again?
CARL: (incredibly
fast) ’Cause
remember, Jim, I AM allergic to
cats-dogs-birds-horses-rabbits-frogs-turtles-cockroaches-ants-and-dolphins.
SHEEN: How can you be
allergic to dolphins?
CARL: (sighing) We’ve
been over
this before, Sheen!
SHEEN: But it still
doesn’t make
any sense—
JIMMY: GUYS! Focus!
CARL: Hocus!
SHEEN: Pocus!
CARL: Abra-cadabra!
SHEEN AND CARL: Ta-da!
Jimmy stared at him, a
strange
look on his face.
JIMMY: (muttering) No,
I don’t
want to know.
Sheen and Carl
shrugged at each
other.
JIMMY: Guys, can I
give you your
jobs or not?
CARL: ’Kay.
JIMMY: Fine—okay, I
have to stay
here and make sure everything stays okay.
CARL: (scowling) Why
do you get
the easy part?
JIMMY: (angrily) How
is it easy?
The Twonkies could attack us all at any moment without notice!
SHEEN: …Ouch.
JIMMY: Yeah, well,
your jobs won’t
be so easy either. First volunteer?
CARL: Not it!
JIMMY: ’Kay, Sheen,
I’m going to
have to transport you to Twonkus 3. You will battle with the Twonkies—
SHEEN: (excitedly)
COOL!
JIMMY: And force-feed
them the
antidote. This, obviously, will not be easy, seeing as they have
powerful
amounts of Megalomanium in them.
SHEEN: (blushing)
Hehe… right…
about that…
JIMMY: Carl, once I’m
positive
what that is, your job is to go and find
the antidote. Pure cake won’t be enough, there’ll have to be something
else. I
know it’s definitely not going to be something from this country, or
possibly
this planet, and we’ll need it right away.
CARL: (confused) But I
thought you
didn’t know what that was!
JIMMY: Yes, but once I
do know, we’re gunna need it right away.
Carl gave him a thumbs up.
CARL: All right,
captain!
JIMMY: Now Sheen, you,
on the other hand, can start the battle right away. If
we can’t cure them, we’ll have to capture them.
SHEEN: Okey-dokey!
CARL: Artichoke-y!
SHEEN: Hocus—
JIMMY: GUYS!
SHEEN AND CARL: Sorry.
JIMMY: Sheen, you’ll
need this.
He handed Sheen an
ordinary-looking purple stick with two buttons, blue and black, on the
end.
SHEEN: You want me to
hit them
with a stick?
JIMMY: No! I call it
the Net
Launcher, or NL. If you push the blue button a net with fly out,
capturing
anything within three feet of you. If you push the black button, a much
bigger
net will pop out, to catch multiple Twonkies at once. Once you have one
in a
net, put them in the Matter Transporter. Just push almost any button
and then
start, it doesn’t matter. Once they’re back here, I’ll keep them in a
cage
until they’re cured.
SHEEN: Gotcha, boss.
JIMMY: Oh, Sheen? When
you said
one, whatever you do, do not press 911.
SHEEN: Aye-aye, chief!
JIMMY: Oh, and Sheen?
SHEEN: What?!
JIMMY: Good luck!
SHEEN: Thanks, Jimmy.
And by some miraculous
marvel of
Sheen knowing exactly what to do at the right time, he opened the MT,
pushed
123, and stuck his head in. With a loud yell of
“Cowabungaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Sheen
was sucked through, and disappeared. The Matter Transporter hiccupped
and let
out a little steam.
CARL: (admiringly)
He’s so brave…
I wonder if we should have told him something horrible and bad might
happen.
JIMMY: (staring at
Carl) Now why
would we tell him that?
Chapter 5
Sheen appeared in the
middle of a
pink and white swirly planet, glancing around. Twonkus 3 appeared
deserted; in
fact for a minute he even wondered if the lack of alien life meant that
he was
in the right place; then he noticed one little Twonky thirty feet away.
He
watched in awe as the little creature opened its mouth and spit out
three new
Twonkies (the Megalomanium obviously increased inside the Twonkies,
making it
needless for more quantities of Megalomanium to be eaten), ran away,
and
disappeared. Then each of the new Twonkies spit out four more and did
the same.
Then, after a minute,
a green and
two blue Twonkies noticed him and snarled. SHEEN: UltraLord is not
afraid of
Twonkies… UltraLord is not afraid of Twonkies...
One of the blue ones
grew twice
its size and beared its teeth, howling louder.
SHEEN: Okay maybe a
little!
The four remaining
Twonkies positively
roared and advanced on Sheen, spitting up a new one with every step. In
less
that twenty seconds, the battlegrounds were completely covered with
over three
hundred Twonkies. Sheen took a deep breath and ran forward.
SHEEN: This
is for UltraLoooooord!
He spun his Net
Launcher around in
his hand like he was practicing Kung-Fu (or something), pushing the
buttons
furiously.
SHEEN: (amazed) Wow,
my
fast-reflex video game skills paid off [i]twice/[i]
today!
Sheen already had
almost forty
pink and purple Twonkies in nets. Every one was half-gagging and trying
to duplicate
itself, but it appeared impossible with the netting that Jimmy designed.
SHEEN: (jumping
around) Ha! Take
that! And that… and that!
Giant nets flew
everywhere,
capturing Twonky after Twonky.
SHEEN: Hi-ya! Come on,
Twonkies,
is that the best you’ve got?
The battle seemed to
go on for
hours, possibly days. But when over a six hundred monsters were
captured, Sheen
realized that he just couldn’t win. The remaining beasts were
multiplying by
the second and hundreds grew into thousands. There was only one answer:
he
needed help.
Unfortunately, the
blue roaring Twonky
thought that too.
It opened its mouth
wider than was
capable a Stomper—Sheen had one fleeting glimpse of a two-feet long
fang before
it pierced his arm.
Help, Sheen thought, I need help.
Dazedly, Sheen reached
over for
the Matter Transporter and pressed nine.
I need to
get help, he
thought through his stupor.
Sheen pressed one.
Jimmy… I
have to call Jimmy…
He pressed one again.
Jimmy…
Carl… help…
He pressed start, and
the
turquoise-blue swirled around in his mind before he passed out.
Chapter 6
LIBBY: Sheen! Sheen!
SHEEN!! Where
are you?
Libby looked around panickedly, until finally spotting Sheen and
running over
to him.
LIBBY: (sharply) Sheen!
SHEEN: (stirring;
holding his arm
limply) Whuuut? UltraLord?
LIBBY: No, it’s even
better than
UltraLord!
SHEEN: (jumping up,
excitedly) Two UltraLords?
LIBBY: (happily) No,
it’s me!
SHEEN: Dang.
LIBBY: (sarcastically)
Thanks.
SHEEN: So when did you
get here?
How did you know I was here? Actually, why are you here?
LIBBY: About fifteen
minutes ago,
I think. And Jimmy called and told me what was up. He said that since
he and
Carl were totally busy, I needed to come help you. And yeah, I need to
help
you.
SHEEN: How?
LIBBY: (arching an
eyebrow) Well, your arm looks pretty broken to me.
SHEEN: (looking at it
in surprise)
Oh. Yeah.
LIBBY: And uh,
speaking of broken,
didn’t Jimmy specifically tell you not to
press 911?
SHEEN: Yeah, well…
LIBBY: Whatever—Jimmy
gave me this
ancient Japanese chocolate to give you.
SHEEN: Chocolate? I
WANT!
LIBBY: (laughing) Calm
down. It tastes like normal chocolate, but it has
these ancient Japanese healing powers. They’re not available outside a
small
cult in the depths of a small forest
SHEEN: Ah, yes, that
would explain
the tattoo on his—
LIBBY: Eat!
Sheen took a bite of
the candy and
raised his eyebrows; the medicine tasted exactly like chocolate, but
better,
and his arm healed before his eyes and fell out of its limp position.
LIBBY: Sheen!
Concentrate, we have
to fight!
SHEEN: Sorry, you’re
r—we?
LIBBY: We.
SHEEN: Did you say we?
I heard we.
LIBBY: We! All of
Retroville!
Sheen, the Twonkies are getting stronger every second!
SHEEN: (looking
around) Hey,
speaking of the Twonkies, where are they all?
LIBBY: Once you passed
out and stopped fighting, the Twonkies relaxed and
stopped duplicating. I got my N-Men packet back and, thanks to yours
truly, all of the Twonkies have been captured
and sent to Jimmy… which took awhile.
SHEEN: (in awe) Whoa.
Libby blushed.
SHEEN: It’s like
invention-palooza
this week!
Libby rolled her eyes.
SHEEN: (hastily) So
uh, what’s the plan?
LIBBY: I came to get
you and bring you back to Retroville. Carl’s already
gotten the antidote thingy—
SHEEN: What was it?
LIBBY: (rolling her
eyes) Some crystallized sugarcane powder from
SHEEN: Haha, gotcha.
So, we
leaving now or what?
LIBBY: Totally! Come
on, this MT thing is pretty cool.
Libby held the Matter
Transporter
in front of her head, typing in 785 and pressing start. Sheen and Libby
were
sucked through a portal, and landed with a dust-covered thud in Jimmy’s
lab.
Chapter 7
Libby and Sheen spun
in the air
and fell to the floor loudly, just as the rocket landed gracefully
outside on
the soft, muddy ground and Carl bounded out while Cindy went to her
house.
JIMMY: (shrilly and
slightly
hysterical) Where have you been?
LIBBY: (sarcastically) Well, let’s see. I just saved Sheen from a fatal
injury
on another planet and now we’re here.
JIMMY: Oh, right.
SHEEN: So what’s wrong
with you?
JIMMY: (breathing)
Nothing.
Actually, if you’ll look around, you’ll notice that all the Twonkies
Libby sent
me were put in that cage and fed the cake. They’re calming down, but
every now
and then they start getting restless again, and I have to give them
more. Aaaaand…
Carl got the antidote.
SHEEN: Go Carl!
CARL: (proudly) Thank
you very much.
LIBBY: (snorting)
Right. Cindy did
everything and you provided snacks.
SHEEN: Hey, where is
Cindy?
JIMMY: (shrugging)
Beats me.
SHEEN: Oh, what was
the antidote
by the way?
JIMMY: Crystallized
sugar cane from
SHEEN: Sugar cane?! Oh
sure, give him the good part.
LIBBY: So uh, how are
all the
Twonkies gunna be cured at once? Last time I checked, Carl only got,
like, twenty
actual sugarcane plants. And there are, like, two thousand
Twonkies!
JIMMY: Do you remember
the time
when I accidentally caused a second ice age?
SHEEN: How could I
forget? I haven’t been warm enough to eat ice cream since.
(loudly) Do you know what kind of suffering I’ve been through, man?!
JIMMY: I meant, do you
remember
how I ended it?
CARL: I had to sweat.
A lot.
LIBBY: Yeah, you had
that giant
spraying thingy. Why?
JIMMY: I’m going to
crush the sugarcane into a powder and put it in ‘that giant
spraying thingy.’ You guys’ll help me move them all outside and when I
spray
the sugarcane, that and the cake will combine to cure them completely. Then
I can just fly them back to Twonkus 3 in a net all at the same time.
CARL: So why can't we just do that right now?
JIMMY: (clears his throat significantly) In case you haven’t noticed, there are still a whole ton of Twonkies outside, invading Retroville.
CARL: Right.
JIMMY: And there’s, uh, a problem.
CARL: Uh oh.
SHEEN AND LIBBY: What is it?
JIMMY: The Twonkies… aren’t exactly Twonkies anymore.
SHEEN: (nervously) What do you mean?
JIMMY: They… transformed.
LIBBY: What?
JIMMY: Retroville isn’t being invaded by Twonkies anymore.
SHEEN: What?
JIMMY: They transformed into Stompers.
Chapter 8
CARL: (outside the lab) Jimmy, c’you let me—
JIMMY: Hey Carl!
Carl landed painfully on the floor.
CARL: Well ow!
JIMMY: Sorry, but it’s an emergency!
CARL: What is it?
JIMMY: I found out what the antidote is.
CARL: Oooh, what is it?
JIMMY: Crystallized sugar cane.
CARL: Well, that shouldn’t be too—
JIMMY: From
CARL: (meekly) Hard.
JIMMY: See, cake had
some calming
elements in it, such as water and eggs—but sugarcane is a hundred
percent pure
sugar.
CARL: Sugar? Did… did
you say one hundred percent sugar? Sent me to
JIMMY: (laughing)
Relax. You’re
gunna need help, aren’t you? Sheen 9-1-1-ed so I sent him Libby. I’m
sending
Cindy with you to make sure you uh, remember what you’re there for.
CARL: Riiiight. So uh, when do I go?
CINDY: (seemingly appearing from nowhere, sighing) Right now.
CARL: Yay! Ooh, I’ll provide snacks!
JIMMY: (leading them outside) Come on, rocket’s out back.
CINDY: (looking around, where Stompers were now terrorizing the town; sighing) Let’s just get this over with.
JIMMY: ’Kay, the coordinates are on autopilot.
Good luck
* * *
CARL: (as the rocket was flying) Are we there yet?
CINDY: No.
CARL: Oh… are we there yet?
CINDY: Nope.
CARL: Oh… are we there yet?
The rocket took a sudden nosedive and landed smoothly on a blue, icy planet.
CINDY: We’re there yet!
CARL: Okay, good. So where do you think the sugary stuff is?
CINDY: Hmm… (looking around) Now if I were an
earth-saving-plant, where would I be?
She looked down next to her foot, where huge, frozen blue-white leaves
were
planted conveniently.
CINDY: (nonplussed) Well that was easy.
CARL: Who wants the last fruit chewy?
Cindy grabbed a several fistfuls of sugarcane and held them up.
CINDY: Come on, let’s go! Jimmy needs this stuff a-sap.
CARL: Yeah, you’re r— did you just call him Jimmy?
CINDY: …No.
Chapter 9
SHEEN: (whispering) Okay, Jim. There are about two
thousand
Stompers outside of this very room. We have twenty-one sugarcane
plants. What
are we gunna do now?
JIMMY: (bewildered) Sheen, you don’t have to whisper.
SHEEN: WHAT ARE WE GUNNA DO NOW?
JIMMY: (rubbing his ear) You don’t have to shout either!
LIBBY: Seriously, guys, what are we supposed to do?
SHEEN: Alright, here’s the plan.
Jimmy, Sheen, Libby, Carl, and Cindy all huddled up like football players setting up a plan, all looking surprised that Sheen was taking charge.
SHEEN: Cindy, you jump out right away and take this stick. Try to distract as many Stompers as possibly by fighting them until Jimmy or I come in. I’ll get out there and shoot them cake with a paintball gun. Carl, stay in here and shred as much sugarcane as possible. When you’re done, put what’s left of it in that red bin—it connects to the top of the spraying thingy. Jimmy, once I give the signal, jump up on top of the thingy and spray. When we’re all done with that, Carl can provide snacks.
CINDY: (blinking) Wow. That was strangely smart-sounding.
JIMMY: (whispering) It would sound a lot smarter if he didn’t call the Sweat Sprayer ‘the thingy.’
SHEEN: (because Libby and Carl were still staring at him) Hey, someone’s gotta be the main character in this story!
A distant scream of “No, not my chocolate sprinkles!” echoed from the streets, and Sheen looked at everyone else meaningfully.
SHEEN: Aaaand, break!
CINDY: (jumping out from behind the clubhouse
wall) Hey
little uglies! Come over here and fight!
Nine of the Stompers turned around and roared, advancing on her.
CINDY: Haha, not today, guys!
She shot net after net after net (after net), and seven of the Stompers yelled wildly and stepped back, clawing at the nets. None of them actually came close to capturing them, of course, but the Stompers were scared nonetheless.
The two remaining monsters punched and kicked and
took threatening,
earth-quaking steps, but Cindy missed them all. Firing four more nets,
Cindy
cried out triumphantly as the two Stompers retreated and ran to the
back of the
parade.
CINDY: Sheen, hurry up!
SHEEN: Almost done!
Sheen was launching hundreds of pieces of cake randomly in the air. Occasionally when he saw a different Stomper he aimed specifically at its mouth, and soon enough he had them all done.
SHEEN: The mummies stalked 7-11!
Everybody, including the Stompers and Sam Melnick, turned to stare at Sheen.
SHEEN: That’s the signal, Jimmy!!
JIMMY: (sarcastically) Oh yeah, ’cause ‘go’ would have been so hard.
He jumped off a huge diving board onto a huge bottle of spray. A colossal amount of light purple-blue mist filled the air. The townspeople all stopped and put down their pitchforks and torches to breathe in the wonderful aroma of the sugarcane.
Even the Stompers paused to sniff at the air. One by one, each Stomper shrunk ten feet and curled up into a brightly colored fluffy ball.
SHEEN: Woohoo!
LIBBY: We did it!
CARL: Who wants fruit chewies?