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From: Sailor Jive Turkey 
Subject: Re: [OW!:99] The Machine is dead, long live the Senshi!
Date: 04 Mar 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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Previously on OW!
--All sorts of trouble with the Midget Mexican Mafia and the Mini-Midget
Mexican Mafia.

--The Clownians split into two factions.  Both factions go in search of
Tuxedo Clown's tent.



> "We've got to go on, before the other get to the caves and the Jesters!" Sally
> shouted. "They could gain more members!"
>
> Terra agreed.
>
> "Which way, Sailor Clown?" Terra asked.
>
> SC pointed north, while Grandpa pointed south.
>
> Terra face-faulted.
>
> Sally Atkinson sighed.  "This is hopeless," She responded, "but at least the
> Artemis half hasn't reached the caves."
>
> Terra sighed.
>
> "I hope you're right," Terra responded.
>

Tuxedo Clown, BoB, Murray, and Sailor Jive Turkey walk through the Underground
Tunnels looking for Tuxedo Clown's tent.
"Man, these underground tunnels go on forever!  I think we must be lost," says
Sailor Jive Turkey.
"Yeah, we're lost.  But I'll bet the Luna half hasn't even reached
the caves yet," says Tuxedo Clown.
They walk around a corner, and see a door.
"That's a small door," remarks BoB.
"Almost like a door a midget would use," says TC.
They all exchange glances.  Tuxedo Clown crouches down, opens the little door,
and walks through.  The others follow him.
When they step through the doorway, they find themselves in a room full of
midgets in suits.  Some of the midgets are small, while others are even smaller.

"Who's in charge here?" Tuxedo Clown demands.

"That would be me," says a voice from the shadows.

"Who are you?" asks TC.

A small figure steps out from the darkness.

"It's you!" says TC, in wonderment.  "Tattoo, from Fantasy Island!"

"Indeed," says Tattoo, nodding.

"What are you doing here?" asks TC.

"I am the head of the Midget Mexican Mafia," says Tattoo.  "We are in the midst
of a war with the Mini-Midget Mexican Mafia."

"Why?  What is this war about?" asks Tuxedo Clown.

"Well, the Mini-Midget Mexican Mafia are our little brothers.  As you can see,
they are even smaller than we are.  For years now, they have resented our taller
stature.  Until recently, they have taken their aggression out on the Lemmings,
but lately they have made several attacks against us.  What you have wandered
into is a sort of peace negotiation between our little brothers and ourselves."

"All right.  But why did you take our tent?" demands TC.

"Ah, that was a mistake," explains Tattoo.  "We thought your tent was a new
secret weapon of the Mini-Midget Mexican Mafia."

"Well if you think I'm going to let you keep my tent, you're wrong!" shouts TC.

"Don't yell at me, clown," says Tattoo, angrily.  "You have no idea of our
strength.  If you cross us, you will regret it.  And besides, we have no
intention of keeping your tent.  If you walk down those stairs to the right,
you will find your tent.  Take it and leave."

"Good, we'll do that," says TC.

As the Artemischanians walk down the stairs, Tattoo whispers to one of his
henchmen, "Just wait until they see the redecorating job we did on their tent."


TBC...Can you dig it?

--Sailor Jive Turkey

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