Wasket and Carbo lay upon the edge of the Spahtz field's grass, looking at the night sky. The other Munchos and Xtreme Spahtz are busy playing Bolleyball. "Ooh! A shooting star! Yeehaw!," Carbo says, before squinting a bit. "Wasket confused. Is the star getting closer?"
WHAM!
The very alternate dimensional ground itself is shaken to it's core. "WHAT," Carbo shouts, "Stars... don't... LITERALLY fall down yonder?? To the tootin' ground???" "Oh yeah, Wasket think it must've fallen from the skybox." Carbo retains a quizzical expression, "Skybox? What would the outside of this'n city have t' hide?" Wasket shrugs, "Wasket not know." Carbo smirks, "Eh, don' matter anyhow. We can has this as a keepsake."
Carbo hoists the star up with incomprehensible strength, chucking it in the storage section.
The End
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Mixels: A Mixful Journey Series 3
HumorShort stories centered around 4 Mixel tribes! The food-loving Munchos, the sporty Xtreme Spahtz, the partying Radikoolz and the internet savvy Mixtooberz! Credits Radikoolz/Empress Nixel/Pollyanda character/design concept: @/_electielectie_ on Insta...
