Operation: Porcupine Tyre
"Tighten your belts ye yellow-bellied wimps!! Argh!! I shall whip ye all with the flat of me blade! Argh!" a sound of applause erupted around Mouth. "Thank you! Thank you!" he yelled. "So, now that I've won the competition, where's my prize mone?" The trolls around him looked at each other, dumbfounded by the simple question. "Well!? Where is it!?" Mouth began to get angry. "You
DON'T want me to turn into master do you? After all, I
AM his Mouth and can talk a LOT higher then he!!"
"Um, sir?" one of the trolls cried.
"What!? Can't you see that I'm venting here!?"
"Umm......I don't know how to tell you this, but..."
"Spit it out you confounded troll!!" Mouth yelled.
"Porcupines ran off with our front tire and made flat's out of the other three..."
"Well, replace the one in the front with-
"-the spare tire got stollen to..."
"That explains why we haven't been moving for the past five hours...Umm....hmmmm...This is predicament...Hmmm....It's times like these when I wish master
WASN'T sick!" Mouth cried in despair. "Send me a sign from above!! Wait!! I mean below. Ya, below!!" Just then, a RatWraith spirit (one of the one's that Dwarfy's dragon killed[poor, poor RatWraiths..]) arose from the ground. "Ahh! It's a spirit from below!! Wait! It's a spirit from below!! We're saved!!"
"Squeak!!"
"You have a plan?"
"Squeakity squeak!"
"A wonderful plan?'
"Squeaken squeak"
"An awful plan?"
"Squeakity squeaken squeak!"
"An awfully wonderful plan?"
"SQUEAK!!"
"Oh!! A wonderfully awful plan! I get it! Well come in here and we shall converse."