The flying monkeys were after the Crimson clogs. He knew it, they knew it. "Why am I wearing these things!" yelled Kevin, desperately trying to remove the fab shoes and toss them skyward to the approaching winged primates. "Jane, grab Judy by the other arm. Hurry, before the poppies get us, too." He was not worried for himself much; he had developed a high tolerance for such things back in the day.
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