WEE-WOO! WEE-WOO! WEE-WOO!
Down Lane #1 of the brightly lit Solar Highway, twelve colossal Rank 8 Void Whales came gliding through space at three hundred miles an hour, their giant tail-fins pumping in neat military rhythm.
Unlike the orange-vested sanitation whales, these twelve elite bulls wore custom-fitted black-and-white Dry-Well Highway Patrol Vests, giant peaked police caps bolted snugly between their blowholes, and spinning blue-and-red spirit sirens strapped to their dorsal fins!
On the side of the lead whale, bright gold letters gleamed under the streetlamps: [DRY-WELL INTERSTELLAR TRAFFIC POLICE — TO SERVE AND TOW].
Out in the middle of the golden roadbed, the ten thousand flash-blinded Shadow-Web assassins were still tangled in a three-mile heap of pink wool long-johns and red polka-dot boxers, squinting through streams of tears as they fumbled around on the floor for their dropped daggers.
“Quick! Find your blades!” Elder Blood-Dagger croaked, limping on one leg while trying to pull his red heart-patterned boxers up over his waist. “Those sirens are getting closer! Form the Shadow-Wall Defense—”
“AWOOOOO-HOOOO!”
The lead Highway Patrol Void Whale didn’t give them half a second to stand up. Opening its mile-wide jaws, the giant whale fired a compressed Rank 8 Magnetic Traffic-Control Net woven from golden Star-Tendon cables!
