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OrangeShoeSevenAide - Friday, Midday-Ish

Their first day of business had been a smashing success! They had discovered Jerry's dead dog Shoelaces and given him a phone, and yelled loudly at a pregnant boy. Plus they had plotted to kill the president. Maybe. That last one was hazy.

But then, so were most things. The government's mind rays were pretty strong, after all.

Luckily they had received a shipment of tiny penguins. The tourists would love those! Where else could you get penguins, after all, but South Mexico?

So Jerry painted some unicycles and accordions on the big display window, so everyone would know about the sale.

And they resumed their usual position by the door.

"Come innnnnnnn!"

"Come innnn, we are open!"

"We are open, you prrrrrrrrrricks!"

They were open! Welcome!

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What the ... who are those crazy prrrrrrricks!?

Be alone with the crazy people! Good idea, that!

Deadpool, with a few weetiny penguins riding on his shoulders and peeking out of the pouches around his belt, sauntered into the store. He normally walked, but was giving sauntering a try.

"Look kiddies! Drag queens!"

All the ickle penguin eyes turned to stare at the sisters.

"The queen?" one Jerry gasped. They looked around excitedly.

"Jerry! He is the Queen! She is here!"

Both bowed.

"Your Majesty! May we take your sleigh dogs?" Jerry gestured to the penguins.

"Does this mean I get to be played by Helen Mirren when a movie is made about my life? Because I think she'd do a smashing job as me." Pause. "With a little weapons training, of course."

The penguins nodded in agreement.

"Jerry," one Jerry hissed to the other. "His sleigh dogs are robots."

Both stared at Deadpool.

"Your Majesty! The robot dogs are trying to kill you!"

"Your death shall be played by Helen Mirring!"

"She is a fabulous actress and not a prrrrrrrrrick!"

"We have many weapons! Come innnnnnn!"

Wow. A train of thought that even confused Deadpool.

(Touche, crazy Jerrys. Touche.)

But his eyes did light up at the mention of weaponry. "Then lead the way my good subjects!"

"Yes! We have weapons! Don't you try to rob us, prick!"

"We are armed and can defend ourselves against your robot dogs!"

"Come in! Come in!"

The Jerries gestured urgently towards a broken ping-pong table. On it were a box of used plastic forks, several broken light bulbs, a soup can marked "TOXIC - DO NOT EAT" with no other label, a rusty hubcap, and half of an N' Sync CD.

If there was an audience, Deadpool would be sharing a look with them.

(Now that's just crazy.)

"I guess the light bulbs can be used as weapons, but I was looking for something smaller. Penguin sized, if you will."

Soon his dreams of a wee penguin army would be realized!

"We can't sell you weapons without seeing your license, you prrrrick!"

"Yes! Yes, we must see your license, or else they will take our store away!"

"They will put us in jail! And they will poke holes in our brains!"

"They will make us take the pills!"

Both Jerries lean in very slowly.

"The pills make us crazy, Your Majesty."

"Pills do that, I know," Deadpool said, nodding sagely.

They nodded rapidly. Clearly, here was a man that knew how things were.

"Jerry," one Jerry said, "quick, show him our license."

The other Jerry pulled a card out of his wallet. It stated clearly that Lester Piedmont was certified in CPR training as of August, 1997.

"Yes, yes," Jerry muttered. "Now, the weapons! Release the hounds!"

"The hounds!" the other Jerry shouted.

"The hounds!"

Both waved their arms expectantly and looked around for the hounds.

Deadpool looked around for the hounds.

Nothing yet.

"Maybe they're asleep. Lazy hounds."

"They're not hounds, they're donkeys."

"No, Jerry!" The other Jerry corrected. "The donkeys drowned!"

"Right! Right! Release the donkeys!"

"Release the donkeys!"

Both waved their arms expectantly and looked around for the donkeys. Hounds. Anything.

"If this turns into a donkey show, I am so out of here!"

"You have a donkey?"

Both Jerries clapped their hands. "A donkey!"

"We must buy it from you!"

"To replace our donkeys, which were stolen!"

"They ran away!"

"They ran away because they were stolen!"

"Sell us your donkey!"

"Release the donkeys!" shouted one Jerry.

"WRONG!" shouted the other.

Both Jerries proceeded to smack themselves in the face while shouting "WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!" over and over again.

Deadpool and his penguins shared a look. He reached into a non-occupied belt pouch and pulled out a shiny ball of tinfoil.

It was left over from an attempt to give the penguins armor.

"Look! Donkey!" He tossed it to the other end of the store.

Because OOC is like candy - it's slightly sticky if you spit it back out into your hand!

*loves*

*loves you as well! in a non-sticky way! unless you're into that!*

*loves so much* no really *LOVES*

This is so great!

Hahahahaha. WE THANK YOU, JERRY! WE LOVE YOU AS WELL.

Omg, I love you!! Seriously? The Jerrys rule!!

HOORAY! WE CANNOT WAIT TO FIND WHAT IT IS THAT WE RULE, SO THAT WE MAY TAKE IT OVER AND BEGIN ISSUING COMMANDS OF SOME KIND!

[thank you very much!!!]

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