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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
BIKINI BRIGADE
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Chapter Nine
“Bambi and Katie, I hereby dub you Miss Bambi, and Miss Katie,
Protectors of the Realm of Candyland,” Lolita said to myself and Katie.
We both knelt before her. We were wearing our bikinis again. We were
fresh from our bath. Lolita and her retainers stood around us.
Lolita’s wonderful dress cast a warm, sparkling glow over us. In the
room also were gingermen, and Freddie Fruitcake. They all watched as
Lolita placed a lollipop wand briefly across the shoulder of Katie and
myself. “And you must have a name too, a royal name, that applies just
to you,” Lolita added. We unbowed our heads. We looked up at her.
“For I am a Protector of the Realm of Candyland, as is Lord Fruitcake,”
Lolita said. She glanced at him. She did not betray her misgivings as
she spoke of Freddie. He had been a loyal retainer to her father in
years past. She hoped he would continue to be. “Many distinguished
people have been given the title ‘Protector of the Realm of Candyland’,”
Lolita told Katie and I. “So what special title will you two have, in
addition to being Protectors of the Realm of Candyland?”
“Well, we’re wearing bikinis,” Katie offered.
“Try to think of a military-sounding title, if you don’t mind,”
Lolita said. “The honor I bestow on you tonight is not idly given. My
father is in desperate need of help. There will be cross words and
perhaps even fighting needed to dislodge Licorice Lad from my father’s
throne.”
“Well,” I said. “We could be like... the bikini soldiers. Or
Bikini Platoon, or something. Or maybe Bikini Brigade,” I said, hoping
to come up with a very important-sounding military designation.
“Yeah. Bikini Brigade! That way they’ll think there’s more of
us,” Katie said. “And not just two girls.”
“Very well,” Lolita said. She raised her lollipop wand. Then
she placed it softly over my shoulder once more, and then Katie’s. “I
hereby dub you both Miss Bambi and Miss Katie, Protectors of the Realm
of Candyland, the Bikini Brigade!”
An enormously fat person came paddling out into the sea of
cream. She had long, scraggly hair. She wore an old dress that had
been washed so many times you could almost see through it. She looked
like Einstein in drag, without any taste in clothes. She was
straddling, with her big, pudgy legs, a Necco chocolate-covered thin
mint. As the light of the aurora borealis lit up her hunched figure,
you could see her fat buttocks under the thin material of her dress.
She had a pile of bon bons between her legs.
“Pauline Praline!” Bon Bon Bibi called out. A wave of cream
caught her and lifted her, then passed. “Pauline Praline!”
Pauline awoke from her nap. She put her head up.
“Oook! It’s Bon Bon Bibi!” Pauline cried.
“Aha! There you are, you little thief!” Bon Bon Bibi cried.
She lifted one of her fat arms and pointed at the small girl. “You
stole one of my bon bons, didn’t you?”
“Yikes!” Pauline said to herself.
“I know you did!” Bon Bon Bibi said. “Well, if you like bon
bons so much, here’s some more for you!” She picked up one of the bon
bons between her legs. She threw it at Pauline, and hit her square on
the nose.
“WAAAAH!” Pauline began crying. Big tears sprouted from her
eyes. She put her hands to her face. “Stop!” she cried.
“And here’s another one!” Bon Bon Bibi yelled. She threw
another bon bon at the small child, hitting her on the head. “And yet
another!” she yelled, and hit Pauline in her tummy.
“Oooooh! HELP!” Pauline Praline shouted.
We sat in a room of the Fruitcake Fort, before an open hearth
with a fire in it. We were sipping eggnogs. I was delighted at being
made a member of the Bikini Brigade, along with Katie. I felt special.
I knew Katie did too. She yawned, though, sipping at her eggnog, for
the hour had grown late as we sat discussing Candyland. Lolita had
skirted the issue of the Gingerman Autonomy Movement while trying to
work something out with Freddie to help her father. Freddie, for his
part, was mostly non-committal. He was ensconsed in his fort and did
not have the power to take on Licorice Lad directly. Neither,
apparently, did Lolita. And Freddie was supported by the Gingerman
Autonomists. Some of them had been imprisoned by Lolita’s father. So,
while the fire was warm, and the eggnoggs tasty, there seemed little
chance of Freddie and Lolita being able to work together.
I ate the fruitcake we were having with our eggnoggs. It
tasted of blueberries and glazed cherries and limes. I wondered how
heavily the sugar and snow were falling outside.
“I must go,” Lolita said suddenly. She seemed to recieve a
message from afar. She rose up from where she was sitting. She cocked
her head. Then she turned and walked away from the open hearth where we
all sat. Lord Fruitcake gazed after her. Katie and I looked at her
curiously. “My intuition tells me that my sister and Bon Bon Bibi are
fighting again,” Lolita said quickly. “My sister steals bon bons
sometimes from Bibi’s forest, and that makes Bibi very angry.” Lolita
made for the door. Her retainers stood up and followed her. She turned
a moment and looked back at Katie and I, as a gingerman opened the door
for her. Snow swirled in through the door from outside. “I’ll leave
you two lollipops to ride on,” Lolita called to Katie and I, standing in
the doorway. “Bon Bon Bibi is building a catapult. Don’t fly over her
forest. You’re liable to get knocked out of the sky. Go east. Follow
the sunrise. Try to stay on the main pop rock road if you can, if there
aren’t too many bats and gingermen. I don’t know how long the lollipops
will fly, so use them quickly if you don’t wish to walk. Goodbye,
Bikini Brigade. Best of luck to you in helping my father!”
Lolita went out into the snow. Her retainers followed. A
gingerman shut the door. I looked at Katie.
“We should see her off,” I said to Katie.
“Yes. It would be polite,” Katie said.
“Ah, this chair is so comfy,” Freddie said. He seemed not to
want to get up.
I was just rising off the floor, to follow Lolita and wave
goodbye to her, when suddenly the walls of the room shook. I fell to
the carpet.
“Good God, what’s that?” Freddie asked. He leapt up from his
chair. A gingerman dashed through the door Lolita had just passed out
of.
“Come quick, Lord Fruitcake!” the gingerman called. “Her Royal
Highness is hurt!”
We all rushed for the door. Myself, Katie, Freddie, and all
the gingermen. Somehow Katie managed to squeeze through the mass of
bodies first. As soon as she did so, stepping outside, she screamed.
When I managed to get myself clear of the gingermen, I screamed too.
There, lying in the courtyard, her shimmering dress gone dim, lay
Lolita. Strange goo, like from a melted lolliop, was oozing out of
her. Nearby lay a large gumdrop. The walls of the fort shook again.
“You traitor!” I heard, dimly, above the shouts and screams.
The shout came from afar, from outside the fort.
A gingerman called down to us from the fort’s walls:
“It’s Gumdrop Guy, Lord Fruitcake! He’s launching gumdrop
rocks at our fort!” the gingerman yelled. And, sure enough, even as he
spoke, a big gumdrop-shaped boulder came hurtling into the courtyard.
Lord Fruitcake gazed up from the doorway of the room we’d been
in. He watched as a gumdrop rock landed near where the lollipops were
parked. It hit the earth, making them shiver as they hovered in
mid-air. Newly fallen snow shivered down off them.
“Good God! The idiot is digging up the mountain and throwing
rocks at us!” Lord Fruitcake said.
“Not throwing, lord! Hurtling! With a catapult!” a gingerman
said.
“Damn Gumdrop Guy!” Lord Fruitcake cursed. “See to her!” he
cried to his gingermen. Then he went running toward some steps. They
were outside, covered with snow. They led up to the top of the walls of
the fort.
“Gingerman Autonomy!” a gingerman called from the walls of the
fort. He was yelling at someone out in the snow-covered fields beyond.
“Licorice Lad is our ruler!” I heard yelled back.
“Lord, Gumdrop Guy has gingermen with him. Gingermen loyal to
Licorice Lad,” a gingerman yelled to Freddie as he began climbing up the
stairs. Suddenly a whirl of bats came in over the wall. They spotted
Freddie and descended on him. Freddie gave a shriek as the butterscotch
bats fell from the night sky and attacked him.
“Come on!” I yelled to Katie. Our safe, secure refuge was safe
no more. I grabbed her arm. I ran forward through the snow.
“Where are we going?” Katie yelled to me.
“We can’t stay here. The gingermen are attacking, and
Freddie’s been hurt!” I said.
“Shouldn’t we help him? And Princess Lolita?” Katie asked. I
pulled her along through the snow toward the floating lollipops.
“There’s only one way to fix this place. And that’s to put the
Sultan back on his throne!” I told her. “The real Sultan.” I mounted
one of the lollipops, not bothering to brush the snow off of it. I
grabbed the stick of the lollipop and gazed down at it. How did you
make one of these things fly? I wondered. Next to me, Katie mounted a
lollipop of her own. A gumdrop boulder came crashing down near us. She
cringed.
“What about my bubble blower?” Katie asked.
“Never mind that,” I told her. “We’ll come back for it
later.” But I doubted it would still be here, for even as I spoke a
huge gumdrop crashed through the fruitcake walls of the fort. “We’ve
got to save Candyland!”
Suddenly, as I spoke, wishing the lollipop would lift off, it
did. I screamed as I felt it rise up beneath me. I clung to the stick
of the lollipop between my legs. I rose up into the night sky and heard
Katie shriek as her own lollipop, with her perched atop it, took off.
“We’re flying!” Katie cried.
“Yes!” I said. “Let’s go!” And with that we soared away into
the night, leaving the battle below us to continue however it must.
“Let that be a lesson to you!” Bon Bon Bibi yelled to Pauline.
The poor girl lay on her ice cream sandwich. She was crying profusely.
“Ohhh, I’m sowwy I stoled one of your bon bons,” Pauline
bawled. Her face was red. She looked at Bon Bon Bibi, floating on a
Necco wafer near her ice cream sandwich. “But you eat my ice cream
cones all the time!” Pauline added. She rubbed her eyes.
“Only the ones that float up on my shore,” Bon Bon Bibi said.
“Plus a few more,” she confessed. A wave passed under her, lifting up
her fat body. Then it rolled on toward a lollipop shoreline. “You stay
out of my forest from now on, little girl. I’ve built a catapult and
I’ll shoot your tiny ass next time, with a big bon bon! A big, giant
bon bon that will sink you to the bottom of this sea!”
“Ohhh, no! You’re mean! And you hurt me!” Pauline said.
“And you can expect more where that came from, if you ever even
*think* of bon bons again!” Bon Bon Bibi yelled. Then she turned and
bent forward on the thin wafer she was riding, and began paddling back
toward shore. She looked back over her shoulder. “And I’ll keep this
thin wafer too, thank you very much.”
“Oh, you’re stealing my candy! And my nose and my tummy hurt!”
Pauline cried.
“This wafer is covered with chocolate,” Bon Bon Bibi yelled,
riding a wave in toward shore. “I should own everything that’s covered
with chocolate!”
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