Pelle Politibil

"NO!" Belboz V cried. "Are you out of your friggin' mind?! You've just doomed us all!!!"

"You lose, my friend," Belboz X proudly exclaimed. Belboz V was furious. "I am your great-great-great grandfather, and you've just sentenced me to a life under the dreadful rule of this horrible tyrant!" he pointed his finger violently at Fred, who stood still like a question mark, looking from Belboz V to Belboz X.

"Well, I'm not gonna have it!" Belboz V shouted at them. He pulled up his sleeves, pointed his fingers at Fred and started chanting:

"Hannes navn det e Pelle, han kjøre på vei og gate..." Fred suddenly felt very cold. "...han e svart, og litt kvit, og tree meter lang..."

"Aaargh!" Fred felt as if a huge, icy hand had reached into his chest and was clutching his heart, trying to rip it out of his rib cage! Belboz V was chanting ever louder: "MEN DET RARE MED HA-AN, E AT HAN KAN PRATE..." Fred was sprawling on the floor, screaming like a mad man.

Suddenly he felt the pain drifting away. He stood up and saw Belboz V and X fighting, blue, red and green sparks flying from their fingers, hitting each other in mid-air and exploding in fiery clouds of pure, magical energy.

1. Fred threw himself in between them, trying to stop the fight.
2. Fred helped Belboz X fighting Belboz V.
3. Fred helped Belboz V fighting Belboz X.

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