Bruv, — said Viscount Pete, tapping his cane. — I’ve been thinking… this muffin’s got no flow.
— Facts, fam, — added Baron Bas, snapping his fingers. — His punches? Just crumbs, bro. Nothing but crumbs.
Pom-Pom blushed deep red, like he’d been left too long in the oven, and huffed:
— That’s too harsh. — He cracked his knuckles, sighed, and muttered — Looks like I’ve got competition. Let’s battle!
The candy-cane forest began to hum, pitbull statues breathed fire in sync, and the dandelion guards started waving their spears to the rhythm. Pestichida clapped her hands with glee, beckoning the twins and Mami to sit beside her.
— Come now, don’t be shy. This is gonna be a show.
Pete and Bas stepped closer to the muffin.
— Ready, man? — Pete asked, reaching for the high collar of his tailcoat like he wanted to pull up a hoodie that wasn’t there.
— Always ready, fam, — Bas replied, his cane now tapping out a beat.
Instead of shrinking back, Pom-Pom pulled his cap down low and, dead serious, declared:
— I’m a muffin with filling, a pie with a twist,26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc44Do6uMoe
While you rhyme your weak lines — I’m cookin’ , like the beast!
Pete shot a worried glance at Bas and fired back:
— Bruv, your punches are dry like toast with no spread,26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBok4anZdJe
We ride the beat proper, we’re always ahead.
Bas chimed in:
— You’re sweet but you’re hollow, like a market éclair,26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOYfVrnV0oV
Our bars hit harder than rockets through air!
Meanwhile, Mami, bouncing on her hoverboard, put on her strictest face as if she didn’t care. But suddenly she broke into an operatic refrain:
— Gentlemen, stop, the children are watching! —26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkpNmyNjf4Z
Though it was clear even she was holding her breath, waiting for the next punch.
Pete and Bas rapped in chorus:
Don’t trust a crown that melts in the rain.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡghDCXU2qTL
If the pitbull barks, you feed it again.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbRfwYXdaKB
Brains are sweets, but don’t rot ’em, mate.
Just when everyone thought Pom-Pom was finished, he bent down, tugged at his spur as if drawing strength, and whispered:
— I am not Geezer. I’m the one who knows… you’re just lizards.
Gasps all around. The old advisors shimmered and — poof! — turned into two tiny reptiles. One in a comically small tailcoat, the other flicking her long braid like a whip. They stood frozen for a second… then bolted in opposite directions!
— Great. — Pestichida jutted out her bottom lip. — Now I’ll have to invent new advisors.
— Maybe you don’t have to. We could be them. — Yuki offered. Her brother jumped in right away:
— Yeah, and your kingdom’s already cool as it is, so we wouldn’t even have that much work.
— You like it here? — Pestichida beamed. — Best thing I’ve heard all day. Wait— all night?!
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and then Add to home screen.