The Playground, Wednesday, late morning.

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"I hereby claim this playground in the name o' No Beard the Pirate!" Billy, dressed in a close approximation to pirate clothes, and wearing a peg leg instead of his prosthesis, waved a nerf sword, in one hand, and a bottle of, something that wasn't rum in the other.

No sooner than he'd spoken however, when there was the sudden sound of a gong (played from the small stereo set up on one of the benches) and a weetiny green figure, dressed in a weetiny ninja outfit hopped up on top of the monkey bars, brandishing a plastic katana.

"I think not."

"Oh noes! The ninjas have unleashed their secret cute-fu master!"

"Hi keeba!" Ninja!Robin hopped from the monkey bars to the slide, (flipping on the way) and landed precariously on the railing. Billy steadied him. The treacherous ninja thanked him softly, then with a swipe of his blade, knocked the sword from No Beard's hand, then with a kick, sent him backwards down the slide.

"Aaaarrrrrrrr!!!" Fortunately he didn't spill any of his not rum.

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