Part One Hundred Eleven
Something Exciting Happens "Thank the maker
the maker did some good before he turned all the way bad,"
quoted Harry from somewhere. Or else he was just being confusing.
The mummy smacked Rocko all over the room while Turf
tried to steal the Orb Staff out of the mummy's mitts. The mummy
wouldn't let him and instead took Turf's sword from him.
"Hey!" cried Turf, now weaponless. The
Sneaky Guy snuck in and stabbed the mummy with his poison dagger
while Turf was wrestling with it. Harry bashed it again with the
torch and the mummy really began to burn and stink and smoke.
The mummy, confused and battered and burning too,
swung wildly at the owl, Hedwig. Or the bunny. Whatever it was. Turf
punched it in the chest and it howled in frustration. The mummy, not
the bunny. Or the owl. Through the smoke and confusion, Turf finally
managed to get his sword back and chopped off its arm. A bright
flash of light filled the room and the mummy was consumed by the
fire, leaving just a pile of ashes and its Orb of Sum weapon thingy.
"Yay us!" puked Rocko luckily. "Nice
torch action, Harry. Where was Corky all this time?"
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," preached
Harry.
"Lucky I was there to deliver the killing blow
again," bragged Turf. He saw a red key hanging on the wall and
grabbed it. Rocko picked up the Orb Sceptre weapon. Rocko recognized
it as the Orb of Sum, a really, really Minor Artifact.
"We shall camp here for the week. Err,
night," proclaimed Turf. Rocko gave the Orb of Sum to Harry who
really, really, really, really seemed to like it very, very much and
they all snuggled up around the bed by the armoire and got their
first night's sleep in a day.
112. Rocko Dreams
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