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The Onceler ran through the halls at breakneck speed. He knew he had to be fast– the guards of the Spanish prison were right on his tail.
“Come on! We have to get to her!” He yelled back to his companion, a plump feline named Garfield.
“I’m coming!” Garfield gasped, his breath coming out in pants as he wheezed.
The two rounded the corner of the hall, and Oncey could hear the clicking of boots on the tiles behind them. Luckily, he could sense they were getting closer to their goal. From just further down the hall, he could hear the angelic sound that was none other than his target’s beautiful music.
“SHAKIRA, WE’RE GONNA GET YOU OUT OF HERE!” Garfield yelled. “YOU DON’T BELONG IN HERE!”
As the two approached Shakira’s cell, they paused just long enough to catch their breath. Who would guess that breaking into a Spanish prison could be so tiring? The Onceler grabbed the keys he had stolen from the lead guard earlier and unlocked the cell in front of him.
“Shakira, we need to hurry! Before he notices us!” The Onceler gasped.
“Thank you both for rescuing me.” Shakira thanked them. “I’m a lesbian.”
“There’s no time for that, we need to go!” Garfield panicked, grabbing them both by their hands and running towards an elevator. The party of three packed in and quickly descended to the bottom floor, the guards none the wiser.
Just as the heroes exited the prison, they heard him.
“No…” Garfield gasped, only coming out as a whisper.
“HOW DARE YOU!” A voice shrieked. The Onceler looked up and saw him, floating down from above. It was Dream.
“Clay, please! Shakira is innocent! Look, these hips don’t lie!” The Onceler pleaded, but it was not enough. Dream did not care.
Suddenly, Garfield pushed Shakira (politely) and Oncey onto a boat and revved the engine, but he didn’t have much time. “Go!” He yelled. “I’ll distract Dream! Go, Shakira! To freedom!”
“But Garfield!” The Onceler yelled. Garfield stopped him, looking at the both of his companions. Tears pricked the brave cat’s eyes.
“Please… kick Odie off of the table for me… just once.” And with that, Garfield was gone, running off towards the swarming guards.
“GARFIELD!!!” The Onceler screamed as the boat took off. His friend. His companion. His lover. Gone.
But Shakira was safe. That was what was important.