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Chamametchi and Pipospetchi's Dream Jewel Adv. CH7
So then the SkyTrain landed just outside 'Spacey Headquarters' and Pipotchi grabbed the intercom.
"Last stop, y'all! Everyone off!"
As Chamametchi and Pipospetchi got out of their cabin, Pipotchi waved from the conductor's seat.
Then she drove off into the sunset. "See y'all 'round town!"
Chamametchi smiled. "Well, that was some adventure!"
Pipospetchi nodded. Now all their dreams can come true! Then he asked what they should wish for first.
She pulled out the Dream Jewel, gave it a long look, and thought long and hard about it.
Then she got an idea. "I want a....hmm.....How about a kitty? I LOVE kitties!"
Pipospetchi smiled. he did too.
And suddenly, a little orange kitten walked up to them and purred.
Chamametchi gasped and picked it up. "Wow! It really DOES work!"
Pipospetchi asked what they should name it.
"Hmm....Let's name him Stevey!"
The kitten purred and rubbed his head against Chamametchi's cheek. "I think he likes that name too."
Then Pipospetchi said that they should keep t
Chamametchi and Pipospetchi's Dream Jewel Adv. CH6
When they got back to the parking lot, they found that their car had been stolen!
"Aww, nooo! That was the Pipo-Mobile! Our only ride home!"
Pipospetchi told Chamametchi to calm down and maybe they could go back home on foot.
She sighed. "Maybe you're right....."
Just then, a man stepped up to them, cracking his knuckles. "What'cha got in the bag?"
Chamametchi and Pipospetchi gasped simultaneously. It was Duster!
But they still stood their ground. "None of your business!"
"Gimme the bag."
Suddenly, a giant train came out of nowhere and knocked him out.
Chamametchi and Pipospetchi gasped. Was that a giant train?!
Out stepped Pipotchi from the Captain's Quarters. "Howdy, y'all! What're y'all little fellas doin' all the way here?"
Chamametchi waved. "Hi, Miss Pipotchi! We're....on vacation!"
Pipotchi smiled. "Well, tarnation! Y'all even go a few souveniers!"
"I suppose you could say that...."
"Anyhoo, y'all wanna ride back home on my SkyTrain?"
Chamametchi and Pipospetchi nodded.
On preparing to never let goWalking slowly down the hall, arms filled with the day's mail, we spoke of morbid things.
She wants to be reduced to ash and I want to know if I can keep her on my mantle.
She looks at me sideways with a curious face and forgets her footsteps.
It's a little bit morbid, she tells me, deciding it's time to continue shuffling along,
but I think the way I'm trying to picture her perfect urn is probably worse.
There's nothing that I can think of that suits her, though,
and I wonder if I even know her.
Do I scatter you somewhere? You can't visit scatter.
(I think good daughters plant guilt in the carpet pile to trip upon.)
But she doesn't trip, instead she ruminates on how appalling it'd be to divide her in fourths:
she laughs as she's divvying up her body parts for our mantles.
I tell her we'll set up a custody schedule, but only between my closest sister and me;
we're the ones that take care of her. But in reality, I'm not planning on sharing.
She tells me she wants to be in the n
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