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Puny Cutie Comics
Chapter 2: An Appetite for Tops
As the sparks flew, the tops in the cabinet changed shapes, sizes, and color. By six in the morning, Zale woke up before her father and Maggie rose up from their beds like zombies from the grave.
Zale and Flan went into the lab and saw what they didn’t expect to see.
“What?!” Zale almost screamed. “This can’t be. I mean, the counters and cabinets are clean! I mean, SPOTLESS!” Zale thought she had a heart attack because her plan to wreck the lab backfired.
“I know. You said you hid them in the cabinet, right?” said Flan.
“Yeah, and….” Zale was taking deep breaths.
“Look,” Flan opened the cabinet door all the way. “No tops, but…Uh oh…” Flan gasped! “Maybe your father found out and already cleaned up the mess? I mean, we’re the only ones in the castle. I don’t think Maggie would want to mess up the lab either.”
“No, he couldn’t have, I mean he was asleep!” Zale screamed.
“Let’s hope he didn’t find out.” Flan jumped when there was a loud thump….and then another.
“Zale, Flan, are you awake? I need to talk to you both” yelled Slain from the star gazing corridor. They both got a horrible feeling in the pit of their stomachs. They walked out of the lab as slow as they could and met Slain in the corridor.
“Ah, there you are”, said Slain with the tired and hungry Maggie in his arms. “Zale, Flan, Would you like to go with me to the birthday party where I will be doing my potion act?” asked Slain anxiously hoping the girls would approve.
The girls took a silent sigh of relief.
“Um,…no tha---“ Zale was interrupted by Flan.
“Of course!” Flan exclaimed.
“Okay, wake up and get dressed. We are going to leave at noon. Flan, I called your mom and she said it was alright.” He said as his stomach growled. “I’m hungry for some top soup for breakfast”. Slain put Maggie on the floor and walked away doing a little dance of joy.
After Slain turned his back, Zale exclaimed, “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!” to Flan. Flan felt her heart jump into her lungs.
Maggie got a stern look on her face. “Alright, what are you hiding?” asked Maggie.
“What do you mean, we’re not hiding anything” explained Flan.
“I can tell that you’re hiding something. I can see it in your eyes”, Maggie hissed.
Zale became impatient, “We’re hiding nothing Maggie. Now that’s final. Go and get breakfast.” Zale turned to Flan and whispered, “Man, Maggie used to be fun when I was little. Now she’s so mean.”
Maggie turned, stuck her tail in the air, and pranced away. Flan got a curious look on her face. “No wonder”, said Flan.
“No wonder what?” Zale looked confused.
“No wonder your father has thousands of tops. He eats them!” Flan looked disgusted.
“Maggie does too. Come on, let’s go get dressed. I’m hungr—“ Zale stopped.
“What?” asked Flan.
“Nothing. I thought I saw a tiny shadow with a top bottom. Dad must have dropped a top from one of his sleeves. Well, come on. I will look later” Zale turned around and walked with Flan up some steps and through a few corridors back to her room.
Zale and Flan got dressed in a pair of warm clothes. The weather outside was rough and the girls could hear claps of thunder and crackles of lightning.
“Man, it’s raining hard”, said Flan.
“I know. It’s a good thing I have an extra jacket for you” Zale offered Flan a jacket.
Zale and Flan walked down the stairs to breakfast following the sweet aroma of cranberry toaster waffles and orange juice mixed with apple juice. Slain served the girls their breakfast and asked, “Do you want top soup on the side?”
“Ick, gross, no way!” said Flan and Zale with disgust.
They all heard a knock on the front door and Zale had to take a long walk to answer it. Slain followed behind quietly. When Zale answered it, she saw a little girl holding a basket with twelve or more black and grey kittens.
“Would you like a free cat?” the little girl asked.
“Of course she would” Slain made Zale jump and she gave him an argumentative look.
“What color would she like Mister?” the girl asked.
“She’ll go ahead and have black” said Slain.
“What color eyes?” the girl said.
“Um, green if you have any. That’s her favorite color” Slain said knowing Zale loves green. The girl gave a green-eyed, black cat with a grey spot on its foreleg hip to Zale. The girl left without saying thanks for taking the cat.
“Dad did you plan for her to come here or pay her to come here?” Zale asked inquisitively. She remembered telling her father she wanted a pet cat before.
“No, she just came unexpectedly. I have heard that there is a little girl going around town selling free cats. Awkward.” Slain rolled his eyes. “But, it’s a good thing because now you have a familiar”. Slain walked away with a slight smile on his face.
Zale scrunched up her face and said, “But, I just want a cute pet.
Half-way to the dining room, Slain said, “I’ll make a potion for it to talk like Maggie and you also need to name it.”
“Another talking pet, dad, really?” Zale whined with annoyance.
Flan came running down the hall with excitement to see the kitten. “That’s a pretty kitty, can I have one too?” Flan said with awe.
“I just knew you would want one. Well, I don’t know where that little girl is going.” Zale said. “Maybe she’ll stop by your neighborhood—“ Zale dropped her jaw and almost fainted.
“What now?” Flan exclaimed turning around. Flan also dropped her jaw. Zale and Flan could not believe their eyes. A group of about 15, six-inch tall creatures with top spinner for legs and human features for a torso were standing around them in the hallway. They had faint squiggly lines on their spinners that matched the tops Zale had put in the cabinet last night. Zale’s mind raced a hundred miles per hour.
“Those are the exact same tops I put in the cabinet last night. How could they come alive?.....It must have been the potion I mixed…oh no….I AM a magician!”
The creatures stared up at the girls with big, wide eyes.
“What are those things?” Flan said with a dizzy look in her eyes.
“I don’t know. But they look like the tops that I mixed in with that potion last night”. Zale said.
“They look so cute. Maybe we should hide them from your dad and Maggie. They’ll probably want to –“ Flan was cut off by Slain and Maggie drooling words out of their mouths and surprising them from behind.
“Eat them!” Slain and Maggie said at the same time. “We’ve had an appetite for top stew.” Slain said rubbing his hands together.
“Half-Human tops at that!” Maggie added licking her lips. Zale and Flan exchanged nervous looks hoping they could save the little guys from begin served for breakfast.
