Your Wish Is Our Command

"It's her!" Fred howls. "It's Carla!"

"C-C-Carla?" you stutter, dropping your bowl. "But Albert was..."

"Mistah Albert de alligator?" Carla smiles. "He be on a wild goose chase right now. No, we not be seein' Mistah Albert for an hour or two."

"Oh, my gosh," moans Fred, sinking to the ground. "You poisoned us, didn't you?"

"Poison?" frowns the voodoo priestess, genuinely offended. "Carla don't be poisonin' people, Mistah Fred. What good be a big fat wolf and a big fat hippo-man if dey be dead, eh?"

"Then, why did you feed us?" you ask, becoming more and more perplexed.

"Oh, Carla just wantin' to be sure you big boys don't be givin' her any trouble. Say, why don't you boys be wigglin' your ears for Carla?"

Before you can question Carla's odd request, your round hippo ears begin twirling like mad. You glance at Fred and see his pointed ears flapping like butterflies. With horror, you realize that Carla has cast some sort of spell on you and Fred!

Written by Funny Animal

You're led into a tent...

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