Carnevil
Original Young Adult Fiction
Written by The Funk Mistress
Part Seven
“Well, alright, this is the place we last saw Tinkles,” said DJ Wang.
“I wonder if this is where we were supposed to meet. I mean, Tinkles never really specified a location for us to do this,” mumbled DJ Hadoken.
DJ Fuji the Man Scout observed, “Well, let’s just wait. He’ll get here eventually. I think.”
“What if he doesn’t?” asked DJ Benvenuto the Raccoon.
“Then The Funk Mistress dies and we get a million bucks,” replied DJ Wang.
“That would never happen!” exclaimed DJ Skittles.
“How do you know?” asked DJ Wang.
“Because The Funk Mistress is writing this. She wouldn’t kill herself off in her own story. One of us sure, but not herself.”
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Meanwhile, at DJ Hadoken’s house...
“Where is that kid?” wondered Tinkles the Karate Bear. “I mean, really, doesn’t he have a curfew or something? I swear, kids these days are out of control.”
“Hey, Tinkles... maybe they went to the place where you kidnapped me. I mean, it makes sense,” said The Funk Mistress.
“Hmm... good idea. I’m glad I thought of it.”
“Does it hurt to be so stupid?”
“Are you trying to call me stupid?”
“No. I’m outright calling you stupid.”
“Oh. Okay. Just checking.”
___
Back at the Scene...
“Alright Tinkles, here’s your money. Count it if you want,” DJ Hadoken tossed a briefcase full of the ransom money at Tinkles. “Can you give us The Funk Mistress back now?”
As his little boy sidekick, Billy, picked up the briefcase, Tinkles said, “I suppose. Take her. She wins at poker too much anyway.”
With that, he pushed The Funk Mistress towards her friends and turned to walk away.
“Not so fast!” called a voice behind them. Who could it be?
“It’s him!” shouted all the Riaopians in unison.
But it’s not what you’re thinking. It’s not Pop Artist with a Questionable Reputation, but worse.
It’s Maguire, The Funk Mistress’s hulking, 6 foot tall, 20-year-old brother. Like The Funk Mistress, he’s Irish. And we all know Irish boys are protective of their sisters.
“Don’t mess with my little sister!” he growled. He pulled his hands out of his jacket pockets to reveal fists clad in brass knuckles.
Suddenly, he pounced; and he was quick for a man of his size. For five minutes straight, Maguire, Tinkles, and Billy were just a blur of fists and teddy bear stuffing.
When he had tired himself out, there was no longer a teddy bear and a little boy named Billy, but a pile of stuffing and fur. Billy lay next to the remains of Tinkles.
Suddenly, Billy stood up and uttered, “You will rue the day you did this, Riaopians. I will make sure you regret this moment!”
With that, he threw something out of his hand that ignited like a flash bang. When the smoke cleared, all that was left of the pair of Billy and Tinkles was a little plastic teddy bear eye.
The Funk Mistress picked up the teddy bear eye and put it in her pocket.
“Why did you do that?” asked DJ Fuji.
“I have a feeling that there’s more to come of this story.”
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Tune in next week for part eight of RIA’s amazing adventure,
Carnevil.
Note
All I can say about the last four parts of the story is, “Bugger off if
you don’t like it! I asked for suggestions!”
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