All Around the Island, Early Friday Morning

[shapethecentury]

Everypony had had a great time, yesterday, right? If the answer was no, well, Friday was yet another new day, and everyone's bodies were back to their usual non-pony state.

But now mutant alligators were rising from the sewers. And for whatever reason - no one had been able to figure it out back in 2009 and no one was likely to figure it out now - the alligators also occasionally spat out mutant goldfish that had CHOMPY JAWS OF DOOM. Yes, the all-caps was important, somehow.

And surely that would be enough for one day?

Wrong!

Because Thursday had been whimsy/terror, and so Friday also had to exist on a similar scale, apparently, according to the island. So now physics itself was a little bit off. Gravity no longer had meaning as long as you didn't look down. You could stop a gun from firing if you stuck a finger in the gun barrel. If you ran away from someone - or something like say, an alligator, or its goldfish - and didn't look where you were going you could leave a you-shaped hole in the wall...

In essence: Looney Tunes rules.

Meanwhile, the island's ever-present gremlin population, who'd just been going about their usual business up until this point in the week, saw this all as their chance. They were deft hands with the cartoon rules, and would be springing so very moddable ridiculous ACME-brand schemes all across the island to try and trap people and bite them all throughout the day.

Had you ever had an honest-to-God anvil dropped on your head by a gremlin looking to chomp its teeth into you? Now was your chance!

[HAPPY 20TH ANNIVERSARY, GAME!

Still no cursing, still the option of seeing stuff like perhaps a classic gremlin bite play out.]

Pick Your Poison, Friday

[joan_of_bark]

The boob-ghost had left over the course of the week, at least, and Pam had let herself be lulled into a false sense of security.

That ended on Friday morning, as she watched the gremlins outside through the window. They had pulled a trampoline all the way down the stairs, to just to the side of her store. Now one of them appeared to be dragging in a... bowling ball?

She sipped her coffee.

A goldfish went flying past.

"..."

She was - had once been, sort of was again - a Gothamite. She should have something. But she did not. Besides the facepalm.

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The streets- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

This week was a lot. It was a lot and Rey didn't appreciate the holding-spitting alligators because what did you even do with that? Sure, you smack goldfish away with a lightsaber or the Force, but come on.

Other things she did not appreciate:

* That her eyes bugged out like a cartoon when she saw said goldfish-spitting alligator
* That she said "what the help" when that happened

Plus she was just trying to get to her warehouse and there was a box ahead held up with a stick that was clearly attached to string, with a sign pointing to it reading "PUPPIES INSIDE."


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