Discussion in 'Fan Fiction and Writing Resource' started by earlybird-obi-wan, Nov 1, 2012.
Floop and Poot in an intimidating manner. "You two certainly
have something interesting going but it baffles me that you
thought your plans could succeed this time, we have the
inside scoop because you're not very careful with your information."
"What, what did you say?" Floop sputtered. "I am the
brains of this operation! Poot has nothing to do with
this. Let him go and I will tell you everything."
Poot took the opportunity to flee the area as the
zombies encircled the padawans like a rancor with a chew-toy.
And then they remembered the actual rancor that was still
in the dungeon at the bottom of the cellar and
trying to escape the trap set for him by said
padawans. Unfortunately, the rancor has brute strength on its side.
It's massive jaws could snap most beings like a twig.
And the padawans' trap was no match for it. The
Rancor snapped the zombie bones with uncanny ease so that
they were merely chew toys in its mouth. It lumbered
gingerly to the cellar's entrance and poofed into a rabbit.
In its new disguise, the rancor was able to sneak
down the rabbit-hole into a different dimension that led to
the Twilight Zone. The world was monochrome, and there was
no escape this time unless he was able to find
the magical sword of the dancing derwish that had united
all the kingdoms of the Twilight Zone under the mighty
flanneled one who had united with the mighty Mouse to