But his spring was geriatric and far too late. He and some others were encircled by a menacing crowd of Le Socs. They, were no longer victims and had, by dint of divers devious Devices (known by Roc Er's as Moves), asserted ascendancy despite their fewer number.Originally Posted by ElaineB
Their sultry Queen announced, "You have been assessed and found wanting. Guilty of both wanting and actually performing the Dreaded Bounce. To ensure you never do this again you will each be suspended over the pool of cement and dipped to your knees, raised, and left to dry out. Whereupon you shall have permanent concrete wellies and be quite unable to bounce.", and finished her say with a dazzling smile and a shimmy of wiggles.
The awfulness of the prospect outlined caused shrieks of fear, "No!, no!, no!!!. We don't bounce. We never bounce. What is bouncing?." And so on. It was pittiable to behold.
And none was more vehement in those denials than Whitebeard. "Ok, ok, I may flail around a bit and do that rise and fall thing - up onto those piggie pinkies and down again - but surely no one sees that as bouncing?"
Then he became aware of a Ho....t , ahem, a skilled and experienced dancer, gliding smoothly in the direction of the action. A long slide ended in a small but telling flourish. How on earth did he do that on tarmacadam? He wore a mask.
A dreadful premonition struck Whitebeard. Had he not earlier danced with a lady from Honda town? Had others also come up from the wilting shire? Pray be that this should not be the iceman himself!
Just another prayer ignored. The one with the mask must indeed be Mr Cool. "All of you," he intoned "wear dance sneakers and by definition must be Bouncers. Off with your heads. No, sorry, been reading too much. On with the concrete wellies."
"Well," the even sultrier Queen murmurred to Whitebeard, "you haven't got an answer to that, have you old boy? Once you've been dipped it's wiggle or nothing?" Whitebeard leaned forward and cupped his ear, "It's no use murmurring wiggly one, shout it, loud and clear!". Which she did.
At which, Whitebeard blanched as he had never blanched before. "Lou, please Lou, you got me into this, please do something ..... ".
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