TwiLyghtSansSparkles

"Oh no you don't!" That was what Nathan said, although his thoughts were more along the lines of: "AAAAHHHH EPIC ON THE WINDSHIELD GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!" He took Funtimes' wrist, but the feral Epic already had a grip on hers. Not to mention the Catmobile was headed directly for a fence, with a home beyond. Nathan grabbed the steering wheel and swerved from the fence while trying to pull Funtimes back into the car. "Alice! Do something!" Too late he recalled Lightwards' orders to Donald regarding thinking. What if her idea of "something" was to scream and wave her arms or-- Alice mashed a button. A mechanical arm shot up from the hood, and a wrecking ball cast in the shape of a daisy swung out, colliding with the feral Epic and knocking him from the vehicle. Funtimes was nearly torn from her seat, but Nathan wrapped his arm around her just in time. "That meanieface!" She shook out her disheveled hair, raining bits of glitter, and regained her grip on the wheel. Nathan had other concerns. Alice had been commanded to do as they said, so... "Good thinking, Alice!" He turned in his seat to grin at her. "Do more of that, all right?" She nodded, paused thoughtfully, and said in a monotone: "I think we need a jet." Even with his heart racing a hundred miles a minute, Nathan knew brilliance when he heard it. "Doctor, can you make a jet?" She grinned. "Yes! Yes I can!" She stepped on the gas. There was a brief clatter of metal, and then Nathan's stomach lurched as the Cat-jet rose from the ground and swooped over the feral Epic's head.

Where they all walk into a bar?

It's Roadrunner, a green pony, a Doctor Who cosplayer, and a zombie against a living trollface.

Their white-flour English muffins that leave you hungry in an hour symbolize the sweet yet fleeting daydreams of lasting love.

Their high salt content symbolizes the tears cried by an unnoticed love interest.

Aided by a zombie, with blood that used to be a sitar. I believe now would be a good time for him to sit back and think long and hard about the direction his life has taken. I think Al has more shipping potential than we think.

Unless they steal her waffles.

Maybe Nighthound will take her seriously? or maybe Arizona will freeze over. Hmmmm....either one, I'd say.

Unless.....

A single zombie to the windshield broke the spell. To that point, Nathan had actually enjoyed the fight. And what was not to enjoy about riding in a Catmobile at top speed, breaking the laws of physics while a zombie pressed buttons in the backseat? But when the zombie—no, a person, just an undead one—hit the windshield, he remembered: There are people here and people are going to die. "Doctor," he said, "do you think we could pick up some of those hound-things? Just to keep them away from Stupidface?" She giggled. "Alice! Press the cage button-thingy!" Alice did so. The man, now rid of his canine features, was trapped between three barred walls that descended from a mechanical arm of the Catmobile. His feet remained on the asphalt. The cage would render him useless to the feral Epic, thus keeping him safe. The feral Epic's face came into view just before ducking out of it. Funtimes swerved the Catmobile toward him, shouting "Bee-beep!" Nathan couldn't help it. He laughed. Kee—runch. Something was torn out from the underside of the car, causing it to lurch. "What was that?" "That—agh! He took the floaty thingy!" The gliding mechanism. Nathan looked out the window and realized the green glow had left the street. He searched the console, found a button labeled with melting candies, and pressed it. "Can you make another one?" Funtimes shook her head. Her lips were pursed in anger. Then there was only one thing left to do. "He's back that way." Her scowl became a devious smile, and she spun the wheel around. Nathan caught a glimpse of the feral Epic on the ground, coated in some kind of brightly colored jelly, before Funtimes stepped on the gas and charged him headlong.

Do I smell a love triangle? No, that's just the sausage McMuffins. Never mind.

I will post in the morning. Feel free to continue with both the RP and the Loony Toons references.

I picture her singing to the tune of "You Belong with Me" by Taylor Swift: "They're taking Portland, I'm eating waffles, you're staring at me, I'm still eating waffles…" And then Altermind leans over to Flashpoint: "How many waffles do we have left?" "Total, including what she's got? Two." "Tell the kitchens to make more!" "I did!"

So if she's Roadrunner and Acme, does that make Nighthound Yosemite Sam? Which would make Lightwards his opposite, which would make him... Marvin the Martian. Wow, Kobold, you were right! This game does get more awesome with every page!

Best part: It wouldn't be out of character for her to say "Bee-beep!" as she runs Nighthound over.

Then it would make sense for him to nearly get run over by the Catmobile, and, seeing her attempt was unsuccessful, have Funtimes deploy weapons. Also, I realized her powers are strikingly similar to Roadrunner's and Wile E. Coyote's. I'm playing with a Loony Toons character.

Must….resist…..urge to use "Why don't we have both" meme…..not….resisting….well….. It depends on distance. How close was he to the tank, and would it be more plausible for her to deploy weapons or run him over? Also, she could always run him over and then deploy weapons. Or deploy weapons and then run him over. She's not picky.

Just after the fight at the bouncy castle.

Taken from page 30, where Funtimes creates her very own orbital party cannon.

I hope that's not the case….

Sweeeet. Sad Theory has to drop out, though. First Delightful, then Leftinch, now Theory….

In an effort to coax Mailliw into the Herd, I have created…. An Altermind pony.

Welcome to the Herd, friend!

Alice climbed into the back and sat with hands in her lap, awaiting instructions. "Traveller! My sitar, please!" Nathan didn't ask where the sitar was, for it was draped across the backseat. Nor did he ask why she had bothered to transfigure a destroyed couch cushion into a sitar, rather than leaving it as it was. He pulled the sitar into the front seat. Funtimes put the ragtop down long enough to stand on her seat and hand the sitar to Lightwards. Then she sat down, and up went the ragtop. "What's the type that anybody can take? Is it Q?" "O-negative," he said quickly. If Lightwards died of a bad transfusion, he would not be a pleasant man upon resurrection. "Q's not a blood type." Funtimes giggled. "Right. Silly me. The minus sign made it look like a Q." She snapped her fingers, and the sitar became a bag of blood, small metal stand and hook, and an IV needle. "He'll need some antiseptic and gauze for the wounds, and allergy meds in case there's a reaction." The items appeared from a bowling ball Alice handed up from the backseat. Funtimes passed them to Lightwards. "And you should have one of the zombies monitor you, make sure there aren't any complications." The feral Epic seemed intent on destroying every zombie he saw—not a bad goal, but it wasn't good for their cause. Meanwhile, the hound-person who had been thrown from their roof was bounding toward them, eyes narrowed and teeth bared. Nathan would have liked to stay and monitor the emergency transfusion—he had done it before, whereas Funtimes' previous experience seemed limited to a passing glance at the label—but there was no time. Before Nathan could explain their departure, Funtimes put the Catmobile into reverse. Nathan pressed a console button labeled with a boxing glove. An oversized one rocketed from the front bumper and sent the hound-person flying. "Let's get that cuckoobrain!" With that, the Catmobile lunged forward, leaving Lightwards with his tank, instructions, and whichever zombie he thought would make the best nurse.