Monday again! Days tend to run together in the summer and I occasionally forget what day it is. The kids are worse :)

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Prozac conjured a clone of Murder and threw her into the air. The normally appalling honk of the goose rang out over the mists, clanging and jarring, and entirely welcome to Evil’s pointed ears.

The green slick on the water seemed to pull together, topping the swells and swirling into a large Crack-tinged whirl pool. A gossamer green mist started to billow upwards. A ghostly Crack began to form in the mists, insubstantial and otherworldly. Evil squinted, seeing the brownie detritus and pieces of ice cream cone drifting beyond through the incorporeal Crack now floating above the ripples. The fur on the back of his neck lifted as the Ghost of Crack turned its baleful gaze his way. A sudden shock of guilt brushed through his body. He thought of every time he’d made fun of, or maliciously pranked Crack, and wondered if this was karma reaching to get him from beyond. Visions of corn cob walls and broken night lights filled his head as the Revenant of Crack raised one wraithlike paw and pointed at Evil. There was a rush of wind and darkness, and Evil stepped back, suddenly blind and convinced that skittering sound behind him was his death approaching on too many clawed feet…

Then Prozac sloshed his way between them and clapped his paws in Crack’s face. Poltergeist Crack blinked, turned solid, and splashed down in the watery mist beside them. 

“Yes, yes. Very dramatic. We’re impressed.” Prozac was rolling his eyes as he turned away from Crack, seeming very unimpressed. “Hopefully you’ve got that out of your system, and your battery is charged, or whatever. I’m going to need some help.”

Crack sneered at Evil. “OOOO! I’M the useful one, and YOU’RE dead WEIGHT. How does that feel, Evil?!”