Flanz - Baseball Cap to weapon

Flanz-le-Flore's head jerked back and her imitation of the Cleveland Browns hat spiraled upward as the pumpkin pulled back and plowed into her stomach. At the same time, Charm the squirrel caught up to her sister and latched onto Flanz-le-Flore's shin, where it immediately drove its thick nutcracking incisors and drew a bright globule of amber-colored blood.

Flanz-le-Flore snapped her fingers. The hat, reaching the apex of its upward movement, transformed into a sharp wooden spear that Flanz-le-Flore seized with her other hand and jabbed at the pumpkin as it attempted a third hit. Based on trajectory and momentum the pumpkin ought to have impaled itself deep onto the spear, but the same physics-defying force yanked it back at the last moment so the tip only dragged against the thick gourdy shell and spilled a small splattering of innards onto the grass.

That was when Jay noticed the silvery strings spanning from the pumpkin and the squirrel to Olliebollen's dust cloud.

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[9] The Same Wrong Even More Ruthlessly