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* character(s), meme art & ft dialogue × ct
* writing & story × jb
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12. IN CT CITY
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smol ting was still climbing,
flippers pressed to the McDs slide,
pulling & waddling his way up,
all while lugging his large McD’s to-go bag.
he knew there were way too many wassies were in the ball pit.
max occupancy sign said 3.
& with whole gang there,
he right away scoot way up the slide,
tho something was different . .
“how big is dis slide?”
smolting been climbing for some time.
was thinking about taking a break.
was getting hot & sweated & suddenly, a light ~
“wat d hek?”
suddenly, smol ting was at the top of the slide.
but unlike normally, the slide was in the sky,
abut with a tuft of cloud ~
the wassie, looking out on ranges & roves of cumulus.
“wow.”
the scene was beauty & stretching far & wide as could be seen.
suddenly, a sword fight emerging & quick passing
a sparring between a cat & blueberry
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jousting & dashing & slashing & musketeering about
the tango enlivened b/w the spar
cat charging one moment, the next, blue returning the foil
as swords ting’d & rang out —
smolting all the while, mesmerized, marveling w exceeding marvel
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the two disappeared into a cloud without trace.
Having been enjoying watching them fight all over the place,
smolting thought to get on the cloud
and so pressed itself up w happy meal bag,
touched its little flipper foot to test the cloud’s support.
then hopped on.
several feet before him,
a Phantom Tollbooth rose up from the cloud,
sporting sign that said: Cloud 9 & 3/4
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