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Date Posted: 23:59:07 11/30/02 Sat
Author: Stardoe
Subject: woooo wooooo wooooowit woooooo wit wit wooooo oooooo
In reply to: Kande's Sis 's message, "He disappears into his room, slamming the door" on 23:05:51 11/29/02 Fri

"What on earth is that?!!!" exclaims Kenamom as the eerie sound gets louder and louder, closer and closer. KS and Kande stop rolling on the floor and get up on their knees. Everyone is poised listening to the enchanting sound. The door of the Klub swings slowly open and in walks the oddest creature anyone has ever seen. It's a human form wearing a checker-dot orange and purple suit buttoned up the front with big green buttons in the shape of swiss cheese. The hat is octopus-like with bells on the end of each octopus-leg-like floppy thing, that tinker softly. The shoes are red with pointy toes with bells on the ends of those too. The hair sticking out from under the hat is blondy -brown and frizzy. The eyes are a maniacal blue and placed tenderly between the lucious red lips is a golden wind instrument that looks somewhat like an Irish Tin whistle but certainly doesn't sound anything like one.

They all stare at the weird creature until suddenly shaken from her revery the mayor goes up to the the thing and wollops it over the head with her gavel.
"Yowwwwww!" screams Stardoe "Whadja do that for?"
"What do you think you are doing? " the mayor asks
"I"m getting rid of your mice for you, that's what" replies Stardoe indignantly.
"And how do you propose to do that?" says Kande, getting to her feet just so that it doesn't look like she is trying to propose marriage to Stardoe.
"With the flute of course. You know. The pied piper. It worked in Hamlin so why won't it work here? " replies Stardoe as if they are all stupid or something.
"Just where have you been you ninny? " says KS " These aren't regular mice. These mice can drop and regrow body parts faster than you can play Danny Boy on that thing."
" I don't know, " says CW "She could have a point. Just one look at her would frighten anything away."
They all laugh and CW smirks at her joke.
"Anyone got any other suggestions?" asks a miffed Stardoe.
Everyone stares around blankly.
"Ok then. I didn't think so" Stardoe throws her head in the air and begins to play.

Way down deep in the labrinthous hall of the Mouse King, Detoured hears the strange melody and wonders if indeed this time she really has gone to that place that all spent super heroes go. But then she notices something horrific. The three mice sitting on her chest begin to drop arms and legs and tails and heads and suddenly there are 18 mice sitting where the original 3 were. Each part regrew a whole new body at a much faster rate than ever seen before.
" Oh no. Stardoe. Someone stop her" she moans. But there is no use. The entire hall is moved to regeneration fervor as each mouse is replaced by 6 again and again.
"This time," thinks Det, "Stardoe has really done it.

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