A Land of Tales and Dreams

Bullets, Rubber Ducks, and an Army of Penguins

WEEK 88

Prompt:

"You keep a bulletproof vest in your gym locker?"

"Yeah. Where do you keep yours?"

"I don't HAVE one."

"A gym locker? Everyone has a gym locker."

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"I meant a bulletproof vest!"

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because I myself am bulletproof—who needs a vest to be bulletproof?"

"Well, let's test that out then."

Suddenly, the locker transformed. There were so many BB guns and, while they didn't have real bullets, it was close enough. Instead, they had rubber ducks in them that started shooting randomly at us.

Rubber ducks... there were so many that they started to take over the entire school!

"Let's swim!" my apparently bulletproof friend cried.

Someone let out a shriek and started crying loudly behind us.

"Did you hear that?" I asked.

"Yes, it sounds like a wailing woman. Scary!"

"Should we run or stay?"

My friend turned around. "Let's check it out!"

"I saw them!" Another person cried.

"Saw what?"

"Someone's gym locker clearly opened and it's full of bullets."

"Bullets? What about the ducks?" I stopped, my eyes going wide. "Oh my God look at that—they're transforming into real penguins!"

The penguins started to amass an army to waddle to the North Pole, destroying anything purple that was in their line of sight. But then the whole world was drowned in purples, creating a deadly violet haze. So the penguins just destroyed the world with the rubber ducks. Soon, all that was left of the world was a beautiful violet fog and penguins and rubber ducks that had no bathtub to return home to.

"Now where's the other place that we can shoot with the one of the last rubber ducks?" a penguin asked.

Another shrugged with his flippers. "The moon, perhaps?"

"How can we get there?"

"Sheer willpower?"

"You drive!"

And so they all got into a pink Ferrari—to go to the moon, presumably. But they forgot to take space suits, so they all died very soon. However, the rubber ducks didn't need to breathe and thus floated around in space for a while, lost and rather dejected.

"What is going on here?" one asked.

Silence. Then a rubber duck squeaked.

"Who did that?"

Another squeak, but this time it was louder.

"I- I think we should run!"

Suddenly, Grace (presumably one of the ducks) was unable to move. She glared at her friend, asking what's going on. Then it began raining acid. It sizzled as it hit Grace's skin.

A great gust of wind swept across the land then, sweeping up Grace and teleporting her far, far away from this dangerous world and into a different story.