HNT - Spud Wars Epilogue

Continued from HNT - Spud Wars The Conclusion

As father and son were celebrating the defeat (finally) of their foe, Darth Tater, they failed to hear the creaking of someone coming down the steps.

A shadow fell across them, and they both froze, wondering how they could possible be caught unawares, being so crafty and clever and cunning.



"What the heck is going on here?" A loud voice boomed through the basement.

Oh no! It was Francine. And she was rather angry.

"And WHAT have you done with the Darth Tater toy that I bought you for Christmas? You've completely destroyed it."

"But, hon, we . . . that is . . . I . . . er," Mark tried to stammer out an excuse while Alexander tried to crawl away and hide.

"I can understand this from Alexander. He's not even two yet. But YOU. You should learn to take better care of your things. Just look at that toy -- it's busted into a million pieces."

"But hon," Mark said in a whiny voice. "We were playing. You know, fun make believe stuff. It was good for father/son bonding. And besides, we got lots of people all over the world excited about the whole Darth Tater Spud Wars serial story."

Francine smiled, then started to laugh. "Well, okay, since you were using your imaginations, and also using the internet for purposes other than porn, I guess it's okay."

"Yaaaa!" Both Mark and Alexander said.

"Now c'mon. Get cleaned up. Supper is ready. I'm sure all this adventure and make-believe has given you a huge appetite. "

"Yummm," Mark said. "What are we having?"

"Tater tots!" Francine.

"Yaaaaaaa!" Both Mark and Alexander said, again.

The End

* please note that no actual toys or potatoes were harmed during the making of this serialized story. (Although Alexander did bang his knee, Mark got rug burn and Francine needed to take some advil)

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