Pompadour

This chapter contains unfriendly door-knockers and singing.

there is emoshun

Malkolm makes mistairs--I mean: mistakes.

Searching for parties; please wait a second as options load.

'I'm gonna catch meself a wabbit.' 'Nyeeeeh, you're lunch, doc.' *Things happen*

Enter: Evian Threshold.

Yeah this sucks.

The Whirlwind has whirlwings an' he's hitting the streets.

these folks are batty.

Malkolm is a bad boy.

There are dramatic entrances and plans.

Oh teary me. Drama.

Serious stuff. Er, serious-er, anyway.

boom badabam~

It takes a child to raze a village.

Whose woods these are, I think I know...

Of strange and unruly places; of strange and unruly things.

*something engaging*

wibbly wobbly

hero meets hero. ...sort of.

During carriage-rides, we wear pink.

ladeeda ladadoo

huzzah, more surprises~

strike a match.

skidoosh~ enter: Quixa.

Princes and perils~

guess who's back? evian's back. (here be dragons!)