“Yes!” Hu Tao clapped his hands. “I’m ready!”
Just like that, clouds were everywhere. Above, below, all around.
But not for long.
“I feel sick.” Hu Tao covered his mouth. “Like I want to throw up my smoothie.”
“Why are the clouds far away?” asked @sft1965.
Because they were falling.
“I believe, I believe, I believe …” Proteus chanted.
They were still falling.
“What the fu–” Frying pans zoomed to the culprit. But they were kid-sized and made out of plastic. They had been downgraded in Nevarland.
“That tickles!” He pushed the little pans away, toward Mila Tinkerbell, bashing her good.
“Save me, my love!” She was dizzy and spiraling out of control.
“I got you!” @nevarmaor dog paddled to his one true love, catching her neatly, putting her in his pocket.
“We are free falling at 9.8 meters per second squared.” @CaptainjaKCsparrow sighed. “I wish I had my abacus.”
“Wheeeeee!” @amrath did triple somersaults in the air. “Just flap!”
“Pfffft.” @Dr-Zoidberg grumbled. “These giant claws aren’t made for flapping.”
Just then, a pirate ship appeared, high in the sky. Hu Tao aimed his rocket launcher and …