Puny Cutie Comics Chapter 3: An Explosive Party

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Puny Cutie Comics

Chapter 3: An Explosive Party

As Maggie licked her lips, she did what Zale use to call “The circus jump.” Flan and Zale rushed to rescue the human-tops, but missed three of them. Maggie beat the girls to them and crushed them.

Zale wanted to cry, but when Flan snapped her out of it they ran with a drooling Maggie right on their heels. Meanwhile, Slain collected the crushed human-tops to make one of his wild dishes or drinks. While Zale was trying to think of a place to run and hide, Maggie clung on Zale’s leg with her sharp claws.

“Ouch! Flan, help me! I’m about to fall!” Zale said in pain.

Flan did all she could, but didn’t succeed. When the baby kitten saw what was happening, it got really excited and jumped at Maggie thinking this was a fun play-fight.

“Uh… Little kitten! Get back here!” Zale said worried. The kitten landed with its hind legs in Maggie’s eyes.

Maggie couldn’t see what was happening and said, “Get off of me you filthy black cat! Ow! Stop biting my tail!” The cat turned about and put its front legs in front of Maggie’s eyes, jumped off, and ran after Zale.

“Thank—“Maggie didn’t notice the wall right in front of her face and ran into it.

“Catch the turtle by the railroad if it falls then write me,” Maggie sang the beginning of the old nursery song she used to listen to with Zale and passed out.

Zale came up with an idea and told Flan to follow her to the bedroom. When Zale and Flan finally got to her room, she told Flan to follow her into her closet and through a secret compartment up to the attic. They hid the human-tops under a dusty old blanket in a far corner. Zale then made a little bed for her new kitten and told her to stay put. The girls took a different way downstairs and found Slain cooking what smelled like Top-Coffee. It didn’t smell like his usual Top-Coffee.

“Well, hurry up, we are going to be late for the birthday party,” Slain suddenly said behind a mouthful of cream.

Zale and Flan loaded themselves up in the van and Slain got inside. When they finally got to the party, the customer was very angry. While Zale and Flan walked around to the gift room where hundreds of gifts were stacked up high. A boy wearing a very fancy tuxedo was crying, “I wanted one hundred not ninety-four presents!”

“Well this is as much as we could afford! This whole party cost nine thousand dollars! That clown magician was expensive too! U,h what a BRAT!” said the dad.

“Man,” Zale thought. “This kid must be very spoiled”.

“What?” said Flan, “Did you tell me something?”

“I didn’t say anything. I was thinking for a second”. Zale paused. She remembered once that her dad could speak through minds.

“Flan, remember that one time I told you that my dad could speak through minds?” Zale said.

“Yeah, so?”

“Well, I think I can. What you just heard were my thoughts.”

“Sweet! Now, we can have secret conversations.” Flan said excitedly.

Zale gave Flan a worried look. “You don’t get the point! Whatever.” Zale walked away in frustration. Zale did not like that she was becoming like her father, not one bit. Flan and Zale played a couple of party games and started to watched Slain do his potion act.

“Can I please have a volunteer from the audience?” Slain announced.

All of the children at the party raised their hands with excitement.

“What about you, Zale?” Slain motioned for her to come over to him. All of the other children let out a sigh. Zale clenched her fists, frowned, grinded her teeth, and held her arms at her side.

“Come on, we don’t have all day!” Slain said. Zale crossed her arms and walked very slowly over to Slain.

“Pick two different potions from the table and pour in the silver powder.” Slain instructed Zale.

Zale chooses two different potions and looks at all different colored powders on the table. She couldn’t tell the difference between the gray and silver powders. The children started to get restless.

“I’m bored! Boring! BBbooooooooooo!” screamed a few of them.

Slain get close to Zale and nudges her, “The silver one is right in front of you – just pick it up!”

Zale quickly grabbed the vile of powder and poured it into the potions.

“Now, watch as this bubbling pot of potions and powder turns into a rose bush!” Slain exclaimed to the audience. After Zale poured in the powder, the liquid began to glow different shades of red and sparks began to fly out from the pot into the audience.

“Ahh! Run away it’s going to explode!” yelled the birthday boy.

Slain turned around and his eyes expanded as wide as his stomach. “You put the gray powder in – no the silver!” he yelled at Zale.

“Well, how come you didn’t do it, you’re the magician. You were rushing me, I couldn’t tell which color was which!” Zale defended herself.

“Take cover – it’s going to blow!” Flan yelled. The entire party stampeded outside. Slain grabs a rainbow colored powder and pour it into the bubbling mixture. The spark slowed and finally stopped. The mixture turned into a rose bush. The birthday boy’s dad storms back into the house.

“I want a refund! You almost blew up my entire house! Do you know how much this all cost me?” he yelled as his face turned red.

“Well, I didn’t blow up the house. Everything turned out as planned. I just added a little excitement. You got exactly what you paid for.” Slain said.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” the father screamed at the top of his lungs. Slain packed up his stuff and left the house for good. Zale and Flan followed him.

When all three of them got home, Slain turned to Zale and said, “Go to your room. I don’t want to see you.”

“My pleasure” Zale said sarcastically.