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He was lucky she wasn’t expecting it, either, because he would have been caught for sure. But Peter had surprised Midge as much as she had him. She didn’t even think to grab him. Instead she stumbled for a second, trying not to topple over onto him.
Oh my gosh…I’m gonna be crushed to death…
Fortunately she managed to steady herself. Peter bounced off her belly and slammed to the ground.
She glared down at him, sweat dripping off her flushed face. “You…little… punk…” she gasped.
Peter flipped over on his stomach and crawled like the fastest baby alive towards the Whoop-De-Whirl. The earth beneath him shook as her giant dinosaur legs stomped in pursuit.
“Come here…you little…snot-nosed…”
He felt her hand at his back just as he reached the open door to the Whoop-De-Whirl. With one giant push of his legs he leaped into the giant circular room, where he scampered to the far side of the chamber.
Midge’s giant silhouette filled the doorway, blotting out almost all light from the outside.
“You little twit, you think – uff – you think you can hide – urf – in here from me?”
She was pushing, pulling, forcing her way into the doorway, inch by inch, trying to suck in her gut but failing. Her body ballooned around the sides of the door, looking like it was about to burst her dress. At the last minute her fat gave way in a shaking, jiggling avalanche of pink flesh. She was through.
The floorboards groaned under her feet as she moved forward, arms out and sausage fingers grasping.
“Come here to Midge, you little – ”
“DILL, HIT IT!” Peter yelled.
Midge stopped, confused, and looked around.
There was the craaaaaank of a lever, and the click click of a few switches being thrown.
Nothing happened.
“DILLLLLL!” Peter screamed.
“It’s not working!” Dill howled from outside.
Realization dawned on Midge’s face that maybe, just maybe, she had stumbled into a trap. She wheeled around with surprising speed and jammed her head and one arm out of the doorway. All Peter could see was her ginormous behind and blobby legs stuck in the Whoop-De-Whirl with him.
“You little twerp, I’m gonna tear you limb from limb – ”
“Aaaaaaaaahhh!” Dill cried.
The sight of Midge emerging from the doorway like a giant talking pimple about to pop was apparently enough motivation for Dill to get things right the second time. A loud mechanical hum sprang to life, which turned into a whir...whir…whiirrrr…and the room jolted into motion, fast and hard.
Midge cried out as she slammed right and then left in the doorway.
“DILL, CUT IT OFF!” Peter yelled.
The whirring cut immediately, and Midge toppled backwards into the middle of the Whoop-De-Whirl.
Without even waiting for the room to stop moving, Peter raced across the chamber and climbed over Midge’s mountain of a body.
“Come here you little AAAH! OOF!” she yelled as he accidentally stepped on her face.
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6 comments:
Quick Dill start it up again after Peter gets out. That should keep her in place for a while anyway.
Good thing for Peter that she wasn't expecting him to run into her.
Whoah, with quick-thinking Peter on your side, who needs planning?
Just make sure you can keep up!
Ooh, no disrespect meant to Peter's grandfather.
Love the pimple simile. Love the face-stepping-on even more.
Leaving it on is good too. I was gonna let her drop out the bottom... I'm a bit morbid I guess.
~Rai
I know this is unrelated but I hope when all is said and done that gwendolyn remembers everything and joins their monster-busting team.
daymon34 -
Yup! Try, try again!
Um the Muse -
OUCH! Burn on Grandfather!
Todd -
Thank you, thank you!
Rai -
If only the bottom would drop out over a vast, empty pit...
Anonymous -
Hmmmmmmmmmm...
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