Kevin jumps on board the great red shark and our story begins. * * * * * * * Kevin couldn’t remember how long it had been since he had arrived in the desert. He was pretty sure it had[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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Kevin, Peaseblossom and the weird little woodchuck that was always hanging out with her had been traveling down the highway for one hour before he saw the road sign. “Bat County,” It said. Just like the sign next to the[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The trip seemed to have gone forever and the landscape hadn’t changed in any way to make it feel like they were making any progress. Kevin was beginning to feel a little saddle sore riding great red shark for so[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“First we check into our hotel room!” Peaseblossom said as one of the lizard valets handed her their ticket. “Then we got t’rush because… She looked up in frustration, “Ye listening to me?” She shouted. Kevin turned in shock. He’d[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“So why do you think it’s called the Lizard Lounge?” Kevin asked. Bert looked up at him and blinked. “Over their the hotel bar why do you think it’s called that.” Kevin pointed at what he was talking about. The[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Kevin was relieved that the elevator to their suite was nothing like the humid swamp the lobby was slowly turning into. To his surprise, it looked like there were just ordinary people inside it. He nodded and turned to stare[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Their “suite” was a single bedroom that, in contrast to the rest of the hotel, was remarkably plain. After briefly making a few knowing glances at the bed, and making some suggestive comments that they’d have to share it, Peaseblossom[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
It had taken them forever to get to the Hotel roof to start their mission. First, they had to wait for it to get dark without drawing attention. This hadn’t been easy since Peaseblossom’s idea of this was to “act[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Peaseblossom watched Kevin climb up to the tower’s penthouse. “Climb” really wasn’t the right word for it but it sure sounded better than. “Dragged a kickin’ and screaming, while being pulled at a speed of fifty-five meters a minute… He[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…