They both wanted to run as fast as their toesless legs would leggit
but neither could move. Their holding hands gripped tight.
THENMr. Crimson, out of the dark, came like a manga cat. Hurtling.
It was like there was a cat magnet inside iContact's face or
-please note, there was NO cat magnet-
It's just that Mr. Crimson was true to his word.
Burried claws. High pitched scrawlp and basey growls.
All that Mandy heard was cat scrawlping.
Never, however, understood Mr. Crimson ...
"run" He hissed at Never.
So they did ... like a set of'uckers running away from another one.