“Little help, puppy!"
Toby swatted at the Sprites with his meaty hand. “Shoo, you little bastards!” Snatching one of the Sprites out of the air, Toby flung it at the back window. I heard it hit with a crunch and fall dead to the carpet below.
Standing on the bottom loop of the wheel, Karl was amazingly able to steer us around the pancake house and onto the road. “Chicks dig guys with cars.” Karl laughed with glee as he honked the horn with his hips.
The remaining Sprites turned their attention to Toby. Launching a volley of sticks, they buzzed in and began to swarm around his head. He waved his arms wildly in the air all the while trying to keep me steady on the seat. The tiny, wingless creatures zipped like fireflies around the Werewolf. Knocking another out of the air, he grunted as a Pixie Stick hit him just below the eye. A wave of sinister chipmunk-like laughter sliced into our ears. The Sprites were obviously having a wonderful time trying to kill us.
"Hold on!” the Goblin yelled from the front. I felt a wave of nausea hit me as Karl spun the wheel hard to avoid slower-moving traffic and nearly tumbled off. Grabbing onto the plush seats, I tried to keep myself from getting thrown to the floor. My head was spinning full force as the poison marched through my system. I had to help, but I could barely hold up my head. I looked up at Toby who was still swinging wildly at the Sprites. “Console." "Not now, Rosy!” Toby barked.
I reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt with every bit of strength I had left and pulled the wolf's face down to mine. “Console,” I repeated firmly. Toby stared with bewilderment for a moment then it struck him. “Oh,oh !" Reaching over me, he pulled open the center console between the front seats. His face lit up as he felt my little, black, emergency kit. No bigger than a CD holder, Toby unzipped it and folded it open like a book on my stomach. Doing my best to lift my head, I ran my fingers over the various charms, spells, and amulets contained within. Toby knocked away a Sprite that landed on my chest with pixie stick at the ready.
Grabbing a small vial filled with what looked like Mercury, I lifted it in my two hands and cracked it like a glow stick. As the vial snapped open, the substance vaporized when it hit the air while a chemical and mystical reaction occurred. With a pop no bigger than a firecracker, the interior of my car was instantly filled with a glittering substance that resembled confetti. "Don't breathe deeply,” Karl warned, his focus still on the road ahead, what little he could see of it. We watched the tiny Sprites begin to fly erratically in the car, their shrill gasps and screams audible above the engine noise. As the miniscule creatures started to drop from the air, the soft thump of their bodies hit the carpeting repeated all over the vehicle. Toby waved the sparkling confetti out of his face. “What is that stuff?"
Toby swatted at the Sprites with his meaty hand. “Shoo, you little bastards!” Snatching one of the Sprites out of the air, Toby flung it at the back window. I heard it hit with a crunch and fall dead to the carpet below.
Standing on the bottom loop of the wheel, Karl was amazingly able to steer us around the pancake house and onto the road. “Chicks dig guys with cars.” Karl laughed with glee as he honked the horn with his hips.
The remaining Sprites turned their attention to Toby. Launching a volley of sticks, they buzzed in and began to swarm around his head. He waved his arms wildly in the air all the while trying to keep me steady on the seat. The tiny, wingless creatures zipped like fireflies around the Werewolf. Knocking another out of the air, he grunted as a Pixie Stick hit him just below the eye. A wave of sinister chipmunk-like laughter sliced into our ears. The Sprites were obviously having a wonderful time trying to kill us.
"Hold on!” the Goblin yelled from the front. I felt a wave of nausea hit me as Karl spun the wheel hard to avoid slower-moving traffic and nearly tumbled off. Grabbing onto the plush seats, I tried to keep myself from getting thrown to the floor. My head was spinning full force as the poison marched through my system. I had to help, but I could barely hold up my head. I looked up at Toby who was still swinging wildly at the Sprites. “Console." "Not now, Rosy!” Toby barked.
I reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt with every bit of strength I had left and pulled the wolf's face down to mine. “Console,” I repeated firmly. Toby stared with bewilderment for a moment then it struck him. “Oh,oh !" Reaching over me, he pulled open the center console between the front seats. His face lit up as he felt my little, black, emergency kit. No bigger than a CD holder, Toby unzipped it and folded it open like a book on my stomach. Doing my best to lift my head, I ran my fingers over the various charms, spells, and amulets contained within. Toby knocked away a Sprite that landed on my chest with pixie stick at the ready.
Grabbing a small vial filled with what looked like Mercury, I lifted it in my two hands and cracked it like a glow stick. As the vial snapped open, the substance vaporized when it hit the air while a chemical and mystical reaction occurred. With a pop no bigger than a firecracker, the interior of my car was instantly filled with a glittering substance that resembled confetti. "Don't breathe deeply,” Karl warned, his focus still on the road ahead, what little he could see of it. We watched the tiny Sprites begin to fly erratically in the car, their shrill gasps and screams audible above the engine noise. As the miniscule creatures started to drop from the air, the soft thump of their bodies hit the carpeting repeated all over the vehicle. Toby waved the sparkling confetti out of his face. “What is that stuff?"