Part One Hundred Twenty Six
The Bee-Orcs Are Gone
Having found many, many dead ends and lots and lots
of Bee-Orcs, the Fantasyers back tracked to the beginning of the
maze to try a different route. As they walked, Harry said, "Turd
is a funny word."
"It brings smiles to everyones' faces,"
approved Rocko. Rocko examined Turf with a Bad Healer's examining
eye. "Turf, you're limping and dragging your leg and seeping
pus from a thousand wounds. Why don't you ask The Bad God to heal
you?"
"It would be unhero like of you to get
killed," noticed Harry.
"I can't be killed, silly," believed Turf
poorly.
"If you don't like The Bad God Guy, let's get
out of here and select a Good God Guy for our next adventure,"
whispered Harry to Turf. And then they turned the corner into
another dead end. But this time, there was a Green Key there! Turf
added it to their collection and they headed back.
"Let's skedaddle." Harry waved his arm
over his shoulder hoping everyone would follow him in a skedaddle-like
fashion. "Turf, how many keys do we have?"
"Three." Turf showed Harry the Blue, Red
and Green Keys. The Fantasyers emerged back in the Hall of Bones.
127. Buster Owns A Horse?
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