Hop Lifter!

Your store raid was sucessful. You quickly picked up the knack of hopping, charged into the store, knocked out the shopkeepers and hopped out with your pouch full of peanut butter jars. The squirrels (back in squirrel form) are pleased, but sent you to another store to do the same. Then another. And another.

An hour or so later the three of you are deep in the woods with a huge pile of peanut butter jars. Lennie has consumed three jars already and is even more bloated. Morton is studying maps and science books while you just flop down, take off your gloves and rub your big sore feet. "I've been hopping for miles!" you groan.

"Don't worry!" says Lennie, rolling a jar over to you. "You've earned a jar yourself!"

"I don't want any peanut butter!" you moan "I just want to be human again. And male. I want to stop this life of crime and go home!"

Written by AndrewAnorak

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