This is a story about hopes, dreams, and a small boy. We start our adventure in the rustic town of Eugene....
"Laurel, look out!"
Carrie screamed, as Laurel quickly dodged an ice ball.
"Stand back, Horsewoman, here it goes!"
A giant mass of cigarette smoke slowly envelopes Victor.
"NOOOO!!!My lifespan got slightly shorter and my risk of developing cancer rose by .49%!!!"
Victor, having been defeated, lurks off to hatch a new evil plan.
Later, back at the hideout (also known as Laurel's barn):
"Excellent work girls, you Thwarted Victor's evil plans of legalizing horse fur coats"
Captain Brown's luminous figure exclaims from the monitor
"All in a days work"
Ms. Smokesalot mutters as she heads outside to smoke another pack of cigarettes.
"Wait a minute Carrie, we have something much bigger on our hands, it seems a boy of about 17 is trying
to be happy"
"Whats wrong with that?"
Laurel asks inquisitively
"The boy is David!!" Screams Captain Brown.
A look of pure malice and hatred overcomes Carries face, her pupils somehow become darker, and a fire burns
in her eyes.
"I....HATE THAT BOY!!!"
Horsewomen and Ms. Smokesalot uses their communication skills and whispers into the air. A faint rumbling
is heard in the distance, as two beautiful ponies draw near. Jumping on their horses they gallop into the distance toward
their destination.
Florence, an hour later:
"YES! My dream of going to a beach house with my favorite giant fork is almost here! All I have to
do is walk inside..."
~~!!CRASH!!~~
"MY FORK, YOU BROKE IT!!!"
"Muhahaha...Mwahahaha... MWHAHAHAHAH!!!!"
Ms. Smokesalot chuckled evilly as the fork tumbled to the ground, the broken pieces falling top their separate
resting places, never again to be united again. The beautiful unity of craftsmanship and uniqueness destroyed in utter stupidness.
Splinters fall hopelessly in a surreal epic of horror and destitute. Dreams are forever forgotten, hopes forlorn, wishes fell
on deaf ears. Black and grey covered the earth and a mellow violin sets the scene for the future of mankind. Carrie Ruined
everything for the young man in that single sweep of hatred. But she didnt stop there...
"You will never be happy, and now I will finish you off!"
Carrie lunges at David, but he skillfully steps aside. Attack after attack, each one hitting only air, Davids
powers obviously superior to anything Ms. Smokesalot has to offer.
"Horsewoman, quick help me out!"
Both Laurel and Carrie use all there might but to no avail. Jumping back, Laurel has an idea.
"Carrie, I think the time has come...."
"Laurel, you know that hasnt been fully approved yet!"
"But its our only hope!...we must transform!!"
Carrie and Laurel both raise their right pinky, upon which an intricate and aesthetic ring graces their finger.
Bringing the rings together, a faint glow seemingly appears around them, as they speak the spectral enchantment.
"BY THE MAGICAL POWERS ENDOWED UPON US BY CAPTAIN BROWN, OUR AGES COMBINED, WE ARE REALLY OLD!"
Their forms unite in unison as they transmute into a greater, yet extremely older, fighting machine!
"AHHH! THEIR SO OLD! I HAVE LOST ALL HOPE!!"
David mutters as he succumbs to ashes. Carrie having fulfilled her purpose in life of killing David, vanishes
to never be seen again, and Laurel was rumored to be seen galloping with the wild horses in Western Asia.
David Campbell