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The Five Pigeons of Acapellapocalypse!
(Brought to you by: Foxhole Productions)
At Candle’s house, the rich fox girl’s father, Roy. was having a yard sale. There, Kiff and her friends were doing some browsing.
Ralsei, Kris’ younger goat monster brother, was looking at some books. “Candle’s father has some rather… Interesting tastes in books.” Ralsei said, going over some books. “ The Guide to Meditation, A Rich Person’s Guide to Dealing with Depression…Ducks and Geese, an intimate affair?”
Kris and Susie were drawn by the massive prop sword. “Wicked, it’s the Bat-sard sword from that awesome tv show my dads said I’m not allowed to watch.”
“Susie, I found some comics!” Ralsei called out as Susie walked over.
However, Kris became enamored by the blade.
As Kris dragged the sword over to Candle’s father to buy it. Kiff and Barry were looking through some items.
“Ooh, don’t you collect these?” Barry said, showing her a cute shot glass with a cartoon postbox on the front.
“Eh, I already have the whole set.” Kiff said, shrugging.
Barry gasped as Kiff looked over a lamp. Pulling out a rectangle card. “How about these?”
“Eh, I don’t collect those anymore.” Kiff said, putting the lamp down. Ralsei and Susie walked up to them. With Susie holding some barbarian comic books.
Kiff was still digging in a box, looking for anything worthy of collecting. “Anything?” Barry asked.
“Eh, nah.” Kiff sighed.
“Hey, check out this stupid thing.” Susie said, grabbing the friends’ attention. “Hey, Kris, Ditch the sword and get over here!”
Kris, having made it to the counter. Turned back. Dropping the sword as it carved through a shelf. Before walking over to them.
As the five friends gathered around the table, they laid eyes on a cute pigeon statuette. It was green, wore a black fedora, and wore a gold chain necklace with a shining number 4 on it. Kiff chuckled: “Who would buy that?”
Just then, Helen, one of the teachers at our group’s school, walked passed. “Trust me, Let sleeping pigeons lie.” She said passing by.
“...That…was a bit cryptic.” Ralsei said, concerned. “Even by Hellen’s standards.”
“Well, I’m going to buy these comics.” Susie said, waving her pick around, before saying: “Don’t tell my dads.” She then concealed them in her jacket in case her parents were nearby.
“Look, Mr. Tenna, I can’t come into the station today." Roy said on his phone. "My shows took a dip in the ratings last month, so I’m playing it safe and having a yard sale and selling a bunch of junk.” Candle’s Father said to his boss, Just then, Kiff’s father strode up, holding several items. Candle noticed he reached for his smartphone and slapped his hand away. “Phone’s not for sale.”
As Kiff looked around for something else. Her eyes wandered back to the figure, Kris was standing their, watching the statue. Kiff tried to ignore the urge, by looking at some records. But eventually her inner collector won out. “So dumb…” Kiff falsely said.
Later, Kiff and Kris walked up to Kiff’s mother who was making her purchase. “Oh, find anything?” She asked.
Kiff and Kris looked at eachother, before Kiff produced the same pigeon statue and set it at the table.
“Ah-ha-ha, what!?” Barry said, grinning.
“Dude, seriously, you're getting the dumb statue?” Susie said, crooking a brow.
“There’s just something about him,” Kiff said, shaking her head.
“But, what about Helen’s warning?” Ralsei wondered.
“It’s probably just Helen being Helen.” Kiff reassured him. However, Kris kept their eyes on the statue.
At Kiff’s house, the orange squirrel was already dissecting every detail of the mystery figure. “I mean, where did it even come from? Why is he wearing this little hat? Are those loafers?” Kiff then pulled it close. “Wait, there’s a number 4 on his necklace. Does that mean there’s more of them? Is this part of a SET!?”
“Are you asking me?” Barry asked, confused.
“Oh no, Kiff’s gone down the collectahole.” Susie said, visibly worried. “Lets hope she doesn't break out the-”
“TO THE COLLECTORIUM!” Kiff called out, before scooting her chair over to her wardrobe. Opening it up, she moved the clothes to reveal a desk where Kiff does her hardcore appraisals. Complete with a restoration kit, magnifying glass, and more!
“No manufacture, no date.” Kiff said, after a thorough examination. Rubbing it, she gave it sniff. “Ahah! Barry, smell that?”
Barry sniffed it when Kiff moved it to his nose. “Huh, it smells like birthday cake.’
“This was made out of a material called Hannapin, which was only produce in 1908 and 1911. We got a lead.” Kiff said, looking excited. “TO THE LIBRARY!”
Kiff ran to the door as Susie groaned. “Great, we’re going to be out all day.”
“True, but it might be a little fun!” Ralsei said, clapping excitedly while Kris nodded.
“Yeah, guess you're right.” Susie said smirking as the four followed the squirrel to the library.