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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
BIKINI BRIGADE
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Chapter Eighteen
“What a place to be at midnight,” Al muttered. Their tumbril
had stopped before a black, brooding swamp. It smelled of molasses.
Percy and Paul had jumped down out of the tumbril and were showing Polly
their raft.
“This is it, ma’am,” the two peanuts said respectfully,
pointing to a raft of bamboo lying in the brush along the shore. “I
think we can just crowd onto it. We’ll have to leave the cart behind,
though.”
“Yes,” Polly agreed. “Leave the tumbril, boys,” Polly called
to the peanuts who’d pulled them.
“May we rest, ma’am?” a peanut called out in the night.
“Yes, if you wish,” Polly said. “It’s quite late.” She turned
to Matilda. “Usually when I come to the Citadel, it’s because the
Sultan has sent for me, in his royal coach. Then he sends out his royal
raft, from the castle, and it is put in the far end of the moor and
transports me across it. I suppose we’ll have to make do on our own,
this time. Or I can send Percy and Paul ahead. Perhaps they can have
the Licorice Lad send out the royal raft for us in the morning.”
“No time!” Matilda said. She gazed at the dark swamp, and felt
a chill run up her spine.
“It’s awfully dark,” Al said. There was a sliver of moon
overhead, but in the swamp they’d lose it, in amongst all the cypress
trees. Al thought he saw something move in the swamp. “An animal. Or
a bird,” he muttered hopefully, wondering if it might be something
worse.
“This bamboo raft will just have to do,” Matilda said. She
stepped out onto it. It rocked in the still molasses muck of the
swamp. “Get on, Al,” she said.
“Shouldn’t someone stay behind, in case there’s trouble?” Al
asked. An owl hooted. He jumped onto the raft. “Then again, I don’t
want to be left behind!” Al said. They were alone, just the four of
them, plus Polly, Percy and Paul, and a group of peanuts who’d pulled
their tumbril. Al guessed the peanuts who’d pulled them would stay
behind. He didn’t want to be left alone with a strange bunch of midgets
who insisted on wearing peanut costumes. Wilma got onto the raft behind
him, then Glenda. Somewhere he thought he heard the column of
peanut-pulled tumbrils, rolling along the road. Then again, perhaps it
was just his imagination. The others might have chosen to stay behind
and make camp along the Sea of Cream, despite Polly’s order for them to
catch up. Al gazed at the forest behind them. It looked spooky.
They’d passed between oaks and pines, and between patches of wet-looking
grass. There hadn’t been any savory fruit hanging off the branches of
those trees. The branches of the trees waved against the sky, as if
trying to clutch at the moon.
“Alright, shove off,” Matilda told Percy and Paul. The two
peanuts picked up a pole lying on the raft and stuck it into the swamp.
They found the bottom with the end of it and gave a push.
“Help them, Al,” Matilda said. The bald man cringed a little,
but took hold of the pole.
“On the count of three, guys,” Al said. “One, two, three!”
Together he and Percy and Paul all pushed on the pole at once. The raft
glided out into the bog.
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