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Aug 10, 2021 8:59:07 GMT -6
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Malcolm wanted to bounce on the balls of his feet. He was going to get in touch with the mansion! And see if they would be interested in a convention! There were not enough explanation points to embrace how he was feeling. This was the best day ever, clearly.
And it got better. There was a distress call, a real life communicator getting a call for help. Chocolate, was attacking, and Shard was inviting him.
"I wouldn't miss it!" Malcolm said with all the dignity he could muster.
A few moments later, he caught sight of the bike they would be using, straight out of a Perry Hotter novel. Oh yeah, this was going to be AMAZING.
He was more than happy to be placed in a sidecar of a flying bike, hurtling toward possible danger. Where there was fear for normal humans, Malcolm just seemed to have extra excitement. Maybe one day Shard would regret becoming friends with the overenthusiastic writer, but today, they were going to be heroes. Big darn heroes indeed.
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