Aftermath (is English)
Rule Number 18 in the Q Dimension: Don't go there, girlfriend!
Harold, tired from his attempts to break through the wall, and having decided that if there were clams nearby then it was worth risking pulverization, cautiously opened the door to Baby Bear's room and peered out. Larry was nowhere to be seen.
It was quiet.
Too quiet.
Well, quiet except for the sound of the "Fresh Prince" still playing, and the occasional giggling coming from a Percy-esque pile of dust whenever Will said something amusing.
So it wasn't really quiet at all.
More quiet-ish.
Or perhaps, the parts of quiet that were in the room made Harold feel nervous.
Holding the picture of Goldilocks in a threatening manner - in case someone tried to attack him - Harold slowly entered the main room, stepping cautiously over three piles of dust and one of tea-cosies.
Where was everyone?
He lowered the picture and looked around. Aside from the piles of dust, the tea-cosies, and the television, there was nothing in the room except for a stereotypical anvil - the kind of anvil that you would expect to knock a crazed minion unconscious and leave him lying on the floor if it suddenly had devolved from a piece of celery lodged in the minions ear, you know, rendering much of the previous chapter obsolete, but that seemingly hadn’t, and therefore just lay there on the floor, all its potential minion-knocking-out ability sadly wasted…
Harold scratched his head, and tried to piece together what had happened.
There had been a crazed minion and ROGER in celery form in the room - both of whom were now missing. And Roger had been locked in Momma Bear’s room…
Ah hah! Harold leapt forward and stared into Momma Bear’s room, Goldilocks picture at the ready.
But this too was unexpected… rather than a space-pilot named Roger, there was a large pile of what appeared to be PUCEAN WHEAT (that’s wheat which is a brilliant purple-red colour) filling the room - a strange occurrence at the best of times but in this instance enough to completely confuse poor Harold (fortunately for the less-toilet-humour-based blog-novelist, it appeared that the Magic Ceiling was getting on in years, and its hearing wasn’t what it had once been, and thus an honest and thankfully less-scatological mistake had been made).
A pair of shoes suspiciously like Roger’s stuck out from under the puce coloured wheat, but Harold barely noticed them, too busy trying to figure out what was going on.
Think, Harold, think! Before its too late!!
But it was…
Without warning a swarm of cops burst through the doors and windows of the building, pointing their ticklers at Harold.
“Freeze!!!” one of the cops yelled, “And put the picture down!”
“What did I do?” Harold whined.
But despite protesting his innocence, Harold really knew what he had done.
He had broken Rule 10, and now he was under arrest.
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Harold, tired from his attempts to break through the wall, and having decided that if there were clams nearby then it was worth risking pulverization, cautiously opened the door to Baby Bear's room and peered out. Larry was nowhere to be seen.
It was quiet.
Too quiet.
Well, quiet except for the sound of the "Fresh Prince" still playing, and the occasional giggling coming from a Percy-esque pile of dust whenever Will said something amusing.
So it wasn't really quiet at all.
More quiet-ish.
Or perhaps, the parts of quiet that were in the room made Harold feel nervous.
Holding the picture of Goldilocks in a threatening manner - in case someone tried to attack him - Harold slowly entered the main room, stepping cautiously over three piles of dust and one of tea-cosies.
Where was everyone?
He lowered the picture and looked around. Aside from the piles of dust, the tea-cosies, and the television, there was nothing in the room except for a stereotypical anvil - the kind of anvil that you would expect to knock a crazed minion unconscious and leave him lying on the floor if it suddenly had devolved from a piece of celery lodged in the minions ear, you know, rendering much of the previous chapter obsolete, but that seemingly hadn’t, and therefore just lay there on the floor, all its potential minion-knocking-out ability sadly wasted…
Harold scratched his head, and tried to piece together what had happened.
There had been a crazed minion and ROGER in celery form in the room - both of whom were now missing. And Roger had been locked in Momma Bear’s room…
Ah hah! Harold leapt forward and stared into Momma Bear’s room, Goldilocks picture at the ready.
But this too was unexpected… rather than a space-pilot named Roger, there was a large pile of what appeared to be PUCEAN WHEAT (that’s wheat which is a brilliant purple-red colour) filling the room - a strange occurrence at the best of times but in this instance enough to completely confuse poor Harold (fortunately for the less-toilet-humour-based blog-novelist, it appeared that the Magic Ceiling was getting on in years, and its hearing wasn’t what it had once been, and thus an honest and thankfully less-scatological mistake had been made).
A pair of shoes suspiciously like Roger’s stuck out from under the puce coloured wheat, but Harold barely noticed them, too busy trying to figure out what was going on.
Think, Harold, think! Before its too late!!
But it was…
Without warning a swarm of cops burst through the doors and windows of the building, pointing their ticklers at Harold.
“Freeze!!!” one of the cops yelled, “And put the picture down!”
“What did I do?” Harold whined.
But despite protesting his innocence, Harold really knew what he had done.
He had broken Rule 10, and now he was under arrest.
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