What happened to Belboz at Foulwater-by-the-Sewage

"Stop that right now!!!" screamed Belboz, but to no avail. Fred kept on laughing and snorting and...you know, cackling. "All right, that's enough!" yelled Belboz. "I'm getting my turtles!" With that he left the dark room.

"I don't think this is so good," said the ghost of Lots as he floated through the badly melting candles. Fred kept on laughing. "Really, I think you should just skedadle," he said as he wafted through the dead body in the center of the room. "I mean, have you ever seen the turtles from Foulwater-by-the-Sewage?" Fred didn't care, he just kept on laughing, snorting, and...you know...cackling.

That's when Belboz came back and with him were two turtles. But they weren't your ordinary swimming pool variety, they weren't your ultra-big sea turtle type either. They were six feet tall, had two hind legs and four fore legs, their shells were encrusted with metal armor and they wore bandanas.

Fred stopped laughing. "What is this...attack of Gamarah?" Then he started laughing again.

"That's it!!!" screamed Belboz. "No one makes fun of my Teenage Mutant Geldan Turtles!!!" Turning to the turtles he said: "Velcro, snap his legs off! Simba, chew his head off!" What happened then should have been foreknown. The mage should have seen it coming, but as every naive 'parent' he was unable to see the truth of his now teenage creations. The two turtles looked at Belboz, then at each other, then at Belboz again. Velcro just said, "Huh?" while Simba began to question Belboz's request, its hidden meanings and multiple nuances of parental authority and the unquenchable teen angst that it began to stir within his deepest soul.

Fred kept on laughing.

Two hours later Fred walked out of the Quick Stop Magick Shoppe. He was picking his teeth with a toothpick and rubbing his belly. "Hmm, hmm, hmmm...that was the best turtle soup I've had in ages! And the dessert wasn't bad either."

The ghost of Lots floated about the madman. "I told you going to see him wasn't going to get rid of me."

"Fine, fine," said Fred. "Two points to the deadman. I still got a good dinner outta the deal."

Lots flitted closer to Fred and said, "By the way...what does brain of Belboz taste like anyway?"

Fred thought about it a moment and answered, "Sorta like chicken, but spicy."

1. Then he walked down the lane, skipping and humming something about being 'off to see the Wizard' or was that 'Off with the Wizard's head'?

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