>>5211729What’s next, you answer as you lead your goons back over to the van, is that you’ve got a date… at the <span class="mu-g">GALLERY!</span>
“What’s this about a date?” Mitzi asks with a perplexed look on her face. You respond by passing the note around to the rest of the group, save for Denise who’s still busy trying to stop <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY</span> from gnawing her hair. Hopeless.
“You know this is a trap, right?” Art asks as he hands you back your ex-paper airplane. “Because in case you didn’t catch it: <span class="mu-s">THIS IS A TRAP.</span>”
Yea, you shrug, but if whoever chucked this plane <span class="mu-i">does</span> have Gus, you’d rather not take any chances. Not <span class="mu-i">yet</span>, at least!
“Take what chances?” Tucker asks as he and Kiki emerge from the <span class="mu-g">DOG HOTEL</span> carrying a pair of bags and a <span class="mu-g">HUNTING RIFLE OF SOME SORT.</span> Hold on, you counter, what the heck is <span class="mu-i">that</span>?!
“<span class="mu-g">TRANQUILIZER RIFLE.</span>” Tucker answers as Kiki holds out a nasty-looking dart for the group to see. “Found it in a case–was one of the only things that <span class="mu-i">didn’t</span> get blown to bits in there.”
You can’t help but scoff a bit–uh, Earth to Tucker: you can’t trankinize <span class="mu-i">SKELETONS!</span>
“Well yea,” He shrugs, “but Keek figured it’d be useful against, y’know, other stuff.”
Seeing her cue, Kiki mimics firing a dart at your pet who responds with a disapproving hiss. You’re not getting rid of Stanley, alright!? And that’s <span class="mu-i">FINAL!</span>
“Yea!” Art agrees in a surprising act of supportiveness, “Do you <span class="mu-i">really</span> want to separate Stan from her long-lost sister? That’s cruel.”
Ha-<span class="mu-i">ha</span>, you growl, flipping the bird his way.
“Well anyways, we found a bunch of <span class="mu-g">PAINKILLERS</span> too.” Tucker adds as he tosses a bottle of pills your way. “We’ll keep the rest in the <span class="mu-g">VAN</span>.”
Stowing your meds in your pocket, you give the two film students an impatient stare–can you <span class="mu-i">PLEASE</span> finish what you were saying now?
“Sure!” Tucker nods as a sheepish grin forms on Kiki’s face, “What’d we miss?”
>CONTD. 