Part One Hundred Thirty Seven
They Found Kobolds Anyway "Kobolds!
Attack!" The kobolds attacked. The Kobolds almost immediately
began to die. But not because of Buster. "Uh oh," worried
The Evil Mr. Smarty Pants. "Um, kill them and bring me The
Foundation, my minions!" he yelled as he and the Wicked
Henchman made a hasty retreat back through the Hall of Bones.
"Oooh, The Foundation." Buster pretended
he knew what was going on as Turf exploded a Kobold into a billion
pieces with his sword. "Oh my."
"Yuk," barfed Turf as he was covered in
Kobold parts. The Evil Mr. Smarty Pants and his Henchman disappeared
from view.
"They're getting away!" pointed Buster and
he shrieked and covered his mouth and kicked his foot backwards in
the air.
Turf slaughtered all but on of the Kobolds. This
Kobold dodged and ducked and weaved and fought like a champion
breed!
"You must be some leader of your people to
stand this long against Turf," Turf declared.
"Bark yip yowl," cussed the Kobold.
"Hey! We should let it talk! It sounds
friendly!" screeched Buster excitedly like a girl meeting Davey
Jones. "We can give you more than Evil Mr. Smarty Pants! We can
love you!"
"Yowl!" argued the Kobold. "Grrrr!"
"Hold out your hand, Buster!" Turf knew
how to deal with animals. "Bwa ha ha ha!"
"Shuddap," scolded Buster.
138. The Part With The Fish
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