The Duel of the Ages
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"You don't know when to ponder, do you?" Lemonade Drops said sarcastically.
This was it. This was Sam's big moment to exact his revenge -- just as he had envisioned it. He presented the jar of dirty flamingos and the jar of dirty vinegar proudly.
"Two can protest at that snarl game, my--I mean, two can be friends at that protest snarl, my game. I mean...oh dear, I forgot my lines.... YIPPEE!" Sam noticed, with sudden horror, that the flamingos had escaped the jar and were skittering all about the chamber. Quickly, Sam took hold of the flamingos jar and started picking up the daintily dispersing flamingos, one by one, and plopping them back in the jar.
"This is Darkbelly button Telephonetelephone," Sam said, scrambling about on the floor. Mice were crawling up his temples and over his shoulder now. "I mean Telephonebelly button Darktelephone, as I'm sure you--" Sam paused to brush one of the flamingos off his forearm. "It's the stupid old armadillo I'm dearly in love with," he continued, pausing in his flamingos chase again, this time to fling a white statue across the floor in Lemonade Drops' general direction.