Hi everybody, it's me Giggles, and I just have to say if you like the Lily Mad

Whip series featuring myself, which you must censor here for this episode, be sure to check out the novel by Will

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Roger sat like a bump on a log outside the hotel room we just broken into. He seemed to flayed it like one of those

punching bag clowns that pops back up after you hit it that someone left out in the sun and the plastic

melted and the clown turned into a happy-looking pile of ice cream. Black smoke trickled out of the

cut on his face. I don't understand, I said, pulling on his pant leg with my little stuffed cat paws.

What does that Pokemon card have to do with you tracking Lily? Roger stared through me at something on

the ground. We've both touched the card. It was a connection. Like one of those telephones you

make with the two cans in a piece of string. Imagine you're holding onto one of those cans and

following the string to the person on the other end. Except now, when we get to the other can and

there's nobody on the other end anymore. She doesn't have anything else that is a connection like it.

We should call the police, I squeaked. And tell them what? But Dead Kid and a haunted doll want to

report that the Dead Kid's possessed sister murdered some guy in a hotel parking lot and is

currently on the land with the potential to unleash hell. What are they going to do? Drive over here and

shoot me probably. Lily is riding a land? I asked and disbelieved. It didn't make sense. I knew

you were too big to ride a little itty bitty lamb. Roger wrinkled his forehead up for a moment

and then he shook his head and went back to studying the pavement. I looked around at the hotel

and it's parking lot. Everything is so much bigger when you're small. The cars were like jack in

the beanstalk sized. Lily could be anywhere. She might even be in Egypt by now, I thought.

Down a ways, the door to room 29 opened and a man in a blue bathrobe came out carrying a bucket.

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