A Birthday Party for Molly

[Guu]

Somewhere, deep in someone’s basement, hidden away in the outer reaches of Ambrosia, a group of women and one man gather in a dark, smoke filled room. The poker table they surrounded was covered in photo and documents detailing their alleged horrific history. They also had playing card out, from the looks of it, they were playing Go Fish.

Also, no one had been smoking.

One of the women appeared out of the dark and joined the group at the head of the table. She straightens her tie as the others bow respectfully.

“Hoi Godtemmie!” Said the others, their cat-like ears twitching, their dog like tails wagging, revealing their respect for their esteemed leader.

The big cheese took her seat in the big chair. Then she got off, stacked five pillows, and then got back on.

“Teh humuns are sellebratin de retun of dere prinncest!” Stated the headtemmie, her voice booming over the others. “Ittis de tyme to striike! Dey won susspe-suspet-sespect a thin!”

The other cat dog people cheered in favor of the malicious and evil plan as the pound ther paws against the table, causing the misplaced doritos to jump about in their wake.

Suddenly, a familiar punk rocker girl appears in the room, causing all the temmies to jump in their seats.

“Yuck, smells like a locker room in here.” She said in the most coherent thing stated in this post thus far.

“Sylvia. Our morta enema!” Cried out the godtemmie. “How dod u find us?”

The gothic second in command didn’t say a word. Instead, she dumped an armful of cute animal and children magazines on their table and left.

“Kiddins!” Cried one Temmie.

“Humuns!” Cried another.

“Puppeees!” Cried the Godtemmie.

The group would proceed to look at pictures in magazine for hours.