But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

"Sorry I missed your call. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Have a nice day."

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[whitetwoguns]

[Sit, lay, whatever! Larry's using whatever part of his body. A portion of Howdy is starting to split. It's just not meant to support heavy big ol' bodies. Limbs out of commission have the puppet biting.]

Hurry. I got him just hurry!

[Those teeth better not leave marks!]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh hell naw. Nobody bites Lawrence Dimick's ass without Freddy Newendyke's teeth and no that's not an invitation for Howdy Doody's evil twin to take his chompers out. Roll of duct tape acquired, the kid returns with a strip already rolled out.]

Okay on the count of three--three!

[There was going to be a countdown but the puppet's gone berserk with overly cheerful maniacal rage. Something about wanting to know them better and deeper than ever, so deep they'll be coughing up splinters. Yeah no thanks. Freddy does his best to get those limbs taped together.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Scrambling with the flailing bits really is making the old man wish he had stayed in bed. The sandwich wasn't that good.]

Keep at it. Keep at it now. Almost-!

[A close sort of state of tape mummification. Larry turns Howdy and almost gets chomped at the wrist.]

Nasty fucker.

[orangetoughguy]

[Strrriiiiip and slap! Now Howdy has a piece over his black and white wooden mouth. Nasty son of a bitch. Huff puff.]

.......What now?

[The kid asks since this is a poor copy of the old man's old friend. He gets to make the call, as long as he doesn't expose himself to more biting and tackling.]

[whitetwoguns]

Looks like he's not gonna move.

[Or talk. That's a relief. Big ol' eyes and eyebrows blink and wobble to show how pissed off he is. Larry stands up and puts a foot on his middle.]

Can you please get a pillow case? Think we should find a body of water to put him into.

[Like an enemy. This ain't no friend. Though he is having a very hard time reconciling what he's presently capable of with an image from his past. Well, it is easier after being smacked and bit. Seeing him duct taped before he knew the stuff existed also takes off the traumatic edge.]

[orangetoughguy]

I'm on it.

[Freddy dashes off to get a case from upstairs, quick to make it snappy in case the evil thing somehow manages to get free of the tape. On his way back down the stairs the kid asks.]

You think he's the only one?

[The TV's still on. Maybe they should turn that off yep.]

[whitetwoguns]

I...I don't know.

[He didn't even think about it. Not for a second. Larry swallows. Howdy on the TV is still grinning. Making nice with the kids as he has done for the space of Larry's childhood.

Brown eyes are darting to every corner. Shit it is night. And they didn't turn on all the lights.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Click click. That's his gun locking and loading.]

Let's get outta here and wait it out.

[Like they had to wait out most of the day in a goddamn tree. At least the TV turns off with a simple click. No tricks here. Yet.]