御負け.

  Pepe performed an evasive maneuver and flew behind a tree to evade the Shadowfangs pursuing him.

  “Unce, unce, unce, unce, unce! Shadwowfangs awe scawy wawy! Mwe haht, it gwo doki dokis. Mwe safe now, but mwe stomach gwumbly wumbly fwuhm aww the chasey waseys. Mwe nweed to fwind an ah—ah—ah—ah—ADWULT!” Giggletwinks inexplicably struggled with certain words sometimes. “But mwe stomach . . . weww, nwo one else heah . . .” Pepe looked around him and saw no one. He had missed the female peppinelle at the bottom of the tree on the other side.

  “Weww, heah gwos nothing!” Pepe stuck out his left foot.

  Pepe began spinning his right foot like a motor, causing her to arise and walk to the other side. She went right behind him. He was winding up. And then he did it. He farted. Not just any fart. A bona fide Giggletwink fart. Loud and proud. And long too. It went for at least twenty seconds. He sighed, relieved, before he heard a high-pitched sound. “Wha? Wha? Wha? Who thewe?” He saw her knocked out on her back on the grass. Her limbs wiggled futilely in the air. “Nuu! Nuu! Nuu! I wooked! Whewe did you come fwuhm?” She came to and locked eyes with him. Then, her eyes changed. She changed. She doubled, tripled, and quadrupled in size. His legs trembled.

  “NYOOOOOOOOOOOO! EEEEEEEEEEEEK!” screamed Pepe as he flew away with a new pursuer after him.

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