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Not the Lollipop Lady!

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Sam, Izzy and Claire all dove to the side, whilst Eric froze in horror as one of the General’s most feared mob leaders; Ducky, a young duck blessed with fluoro orange flippers and super strength that is usually found wearing a nappy, rounded the corner.

Being the youngest mob leader ever, he had something to prove, making him widely renowned as the second most vicious leader, second only to The General himself. Curiously his voice was extraordinarily deep, defying his age. Ducky roared, swinging his wing into Eric’s midriff, cracking several ribs. Eric falling limp, sailed 100 feet, landing in someone’s crystal blue pool, scaring an 80 year old lady wearing a one piece swimsuit whilst resting atop a large duck. Another duck threw a electro-grenade, which upon making contact with the water’s surface, exploded releasing an electric pulse, electrifying the water, exploding the rubber duck, electrocuting Eric and frying the retiree.

In the meantime, Sam, Izzy and Claire had commandeered a hot dog stand and were racing down the hill, holding on for dear life. A water blast from one Ducky’s henchmen’s water soakers, blew out one of the wheels, causing the cart to careen into a lollipop lady (not the traffic controller, an actual lady selling lollypops).

 “Sorry, gotta run,” yelped Izzy at the lollypop lady, who lay sprawled in the middle of the road surrounded by lollypops and hotdogs, her outfit covered in mustard and ketchup making her appear severely wounded. There was even a rib poking out of her pocket (the meat type, not the bone).

 Sam slung Claire’s arm over his shoulder having noticed her limping and the three of them stumbled their way to safety in the confines of a national park. The trees should buy them at least a few minutes of leeway before the ducks would catch them.

Ducky smiled and heartily yelled, “Don’t let the vermin escape. And someone get me a lollipop!”

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Shields Sam Strong (17 years old) has sandy blonde hair that sort of covers his forehead lightly, is kinda muscly, yet not jock muscly. He has blue eyes and is roughly 5 foot 9. Is a child of the Food Lovers.

Izzy Cando (16 and a half) has long straight black hair usually worn in a braid, wears a pair of reading glasses with red rims is 5 foot 4/5 foot 5.

Danny Dreary (17 and a quarter) has overgrown shoulder length black hair and is 5 foot 7. Has a rather skinny body build.

Mrs Dreary (Age: Unknown) Mad as a Hatter (almost). Current Status: Dead.

General Qwackers (Age Unknown) yellow with brown flippers. Commonly wears a green army bandana, smokes cigars and loves guns. Nickname: The General.

Ducky (young) yellow with fluoro orange flippers. Commonly wears a nappy and has super strength. is the youngest mob leader ever, yet the second most vicious leader, second only to The General himself. Has a deep voice which defies his age.

Hell-geese. Are the ducks versions of hell-hounds, as dogs tend to eat ducks. These geese have been enhanced with a keen sense of smell, red horns on top of their head and a red stain to their normally white feathers. These geese are more vicious than any dog though. They also have teeth so sharp that they put a dog with rabies to shame. They are the ultimate hunting and killing pet you can have.

Claire: short redhead, with medium length hair who screams alot.

Reynold: Status: Dead.

Suzie (Status: Dead) Sassy's daughter. (Is a child of the food Lovers).

Eric (Age:19) Black hair

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