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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
BIKINI BRIGADE
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Chapter Ten
Tommy lay in the grass. He had manged to get quite close to
the eclair. It was the same eclair he’d ridden before. It was quite a
little eclair, he thought, and he was a big troll. Maybe he wasn’t big
like a person, but he was big for a troll, and Tommy was mad at the
eclair for dumping him in the Soda Sea. Not that Tommy had asked the
eclair for a ride, of course. But then a troll shouldn’t have to ask
for something. It should just be given to him. Whatever a troll wanted
a troll should get. That was Tommy’s opinion, anyhow. And what Tommy
wanted now was a target.
Tommy raised his two guns. They were long and sleek, with
well-polished barrels. He pointed them at the eclair. He pulled their
triggers. To his great delight, long sprays of marshmellow goo shot out
of the guns. They hit the eclair. It let out a fearful whinny and
rose, with some difficulty, into the sky. White goo was spread all
along its side. The goo weighed it down. It gave small, terrified
yelps as it tried to free itself from the goo and fly properly.
“Ha! Ha! Ha!” Tommy laughed. He stood up in the grass.
“That will teach you, eclair!” Tommy yelled. “I’d better not see you
feeding near my swamp ever again!” He turned and walked into a grove of
cypress. He walked along the bank of his marshmellow marsh. “I’m Tommy
the Troll,” Tommy said happily to himself. He swung his guns on his
hands. “Tommy the big, important troll!” And then he sang a song,
“Oh, I’m big, bad Tommy the troll!
Do you think me droll?
Then I’ll shoot you right through to your soul
Because I’m big, bad Tommy the troll.
The very terrible troll!”
Just then there was a crashing sound behind Tommy. He whirled
about, only to see the eclair he’d just shot smashing its way down
through the trees. Furious, still laden with cream, the eclair attacked
Tommy. It was like being hit with a big flying log. The eclair hit
Tommy from behind and sent him flying. Tommy lost hold of his guns.
The eclair caught them as they spiraled out ahead of it, through the
air. Tommy fell into the marshmellow swamp nearby. But the eclair
managed to catch Tommy’s guns with its big pee hole. It rose swiftly up
through the trees, clutching them in its mouth.
“Curses! My guns! Come back here with my guns!” Tommy wailed
to the eclair. Then he sank deeper into the muck of the marshmellow
marsh, and his last words, blurted out to the escaping eclair, were
“BLUB!”
“Well, it’s nice to be in civilization again,” Matilda
Brunswald said to the little old woman. Her name was Peanut Brittle
Polly. She owned a small home in the middle of Peanut Province. They
were in her sitting room. Matilda, Al, Wilma, and Glenda sat with her.
They held delicate peanut brittle cups. They were drinking peaunt
butter tea.
“So where are we, again?” Glenda Guilty asked the old woman.
The woman reached up and patted the bun of her white hair.
“Why, Peanut Province, dears,” Peanut Brittle Polly said. She
sipped her tea. “You are welcome to stay as long as you like.”
“We’re looking for two girls,” Matilda said. “Two little
girls. Their names are Katie and Bambi. They’re runaways. They need
to be put into Child Protective Services.”
“For their protection, of course,” Wilma added.
“Well we all need protection these days, I imagine, with
Licorice Lad in charge,” Peaunut Brittle Polly said.
“You don’t actually have to remain in character while we’re
speaking to you, do you?” Matilda asked. “I’ve heard of actors who stay
in character, even when they’re not playing a role, but the matter of
the girls is important.”
“Government business,” Glenda said.
“Say, are there any candy apples around here?” Al asked, gazing
out the window. “All I see are fields of peanuts. And lots of little
midgets running about, in peanut costumes. This must be some movie
you’re filming.”
“Quiet, Al,” Matilda said. “Madam, two girls are lost on your
movie set. We’re trying to find them. If you see them, don’t let them
out of your sight! Just keep them here. Send one of these midget
people on up the road. We’ve been following the road outside for some
time now. And we’re going to keep following it, I suppose.”
“Alright, dears,” Peanut Brittle Polly said. “But, really, you
should stay the night. I have plenty of peanut brittle I can feed you.”
“Mmmm!” Al said. Matilda glanced out the window. The sun was
setting.
“Well, I supppose we must,” Matilda said. “No use going on any
farther today.”
“Do you have anyplace to bathe?” Glenda asked.
“There are pools of steaming peanut butter near here,” Peanut
Brittle Polly said. She stood up, carefully, setting her cup on a small
table next to her and reaching around to touch the small of her back.
“Come, dears. You do look rather bedraggled. I’ll show you where you
can wash up,” she said. “Sorry, I’ve got arthritis,” she added. She
reached for a cane leaning against the table where she’d set down her
tea. Grabbing it, she said, “Come! Come! Peanut Brittle Polly will
take good care of you. Don’t you worry!”
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