Yamino and the Kreepy Krawlies

The Untidy Treating

Tinkling, Kicktoria and Kekta touched down upon the tenth outer side of the Kuad. They teetered out into the tummy of the night.

"What to do tonight?" Kicktoria tooted -- for once, a terrific question.

Kekta touted his thoughts. "Take the treasure from the thoroughly trussed one's kin."

They thrusted toward the twisty tree trunks. Tumbling through the mud, they tripped into a thinking tank. There was a tear in the tank. They entered. Kicktoria was tackled by a tumultous train of thought.

"Kekta! I have an idea. We need to acquire a coin. Then we proceed two terralitres in some yaklike direction. Then we flip the coin. Upon flipping the coin, we see which way the coin points. We find the first person in that direction and ask them what to do next. Then whatever they say, we just do it. We're sure to find the male relative soon!"

Kekta's tongue tangled at Kicktoria's timely talent. In tact, Kicktoria was so tick-tock timely she transformed to Ticktoria. She twisted a tight tie betwixt her thighs.

Then, finally, Kekta tried to tell her that her thoughts were terribly terrible. He failed.

Finally, Kekta tried twice again, but the air did not thrust up his trachea.

A third time. He almost triumphed.

Ten tries thereforth, he took the path of tiny traction (least resistance). They took Ticktoria's idea for tackling their trial. Kekta tipped a coin onto the terrasphere. They took a look at it.

"Tell me, Tickto. To where must we two tread?"

Ticktoria tottered.  There was only one living thing existent in ten tram-lengths. She gestured to it. "The coin points to trot towards that tiny tortoise."

The tortoise was tittering with some tweeting twigs. "You must tell us what to do!" they threateningly told the tortoise.

"Triumph will tether to you if only you try to teach the topic of truth to teenagers." the tortoise told them with a temperate climate.

"Kekta, where do we transport ourselves to find teenagers?" Ticktoria tossed out.

"Teenagers..." Kekta twittered, "Teenagers tend to trickle towards towering temples."

At the hour of twenty-two, the two trespassed into a nearby tenteen-story temple. There, they saw three thousand tiny tots. Kekta tickled Ticktoria with disappointment. Ticktoria trembled away and tocked back, "It's okay! We'll wait for these toddlers to grow. Within thirty terrabytes they'll be old teens."

Kekta kackled. "You tumultuous thug! Let us do so." Pitiful Kekta simply had no ideas.

So, tick-tock, tick-tock, time went on. It tippled forward in a timely fashion. A treasonous, antique form of fashion. Bonnets and corsets and such.

As Ticktoria and Kekta waited, they tasted some traditional tomaatti toast. It really twanged their tastebuds.

A ten-degree tot teetered to them and talked. "Te rasvaa tomaatti!"

Ticktoria took notice that he was too tall to be a tot. He was a teen!

She tapped Kekta to try telling him that. Kekta understood and they promptly sat the teen down to start teaching him the truth. The teen refused. Kekta tremored with anger. Kekta trumpeted, then trundled into the teen's territory and started to torture him. The terrified teen twitched in agony.

Ticktoria tapped Kekta's toe with a teaspoon to get him to stop. "Kekta! That is a terribly untidy way to treat him."

They realized that teaching teenagers was two (maybe even three?) tough, so they telepathically transferred the topic of truth onto the teen's tête.

Triumphant in their task, they once again tipped a coin to the terrasphere and the tricycle continued twice again.