“French fries!” Dracula shouted.
“Oh no! French fries! The smell! The horrible smell of fried food!” the orbs said.
“No!” the zombies said. “We won’t be part of your freak show carnival!”
“We have to leave before they enslave us for eternity in a carnival!” Dracula said.
“It’s not like that!” Jinx said. “Every Friday is French Fry Friday. It’s a party.”
“For you it is,” the zombies said. “For us, we’re the freak show entertainment.”
“We’re having fun!” ConureChick said. “We wouldn’t hurt you. This is Anipal Land! It’s a safe, fun place for all of us!”
“I think they have trauma from carnivals in the past,” Chloe said. “It’s alright. Here,” she said, holding out a piece of paper in her beak. “I looked online. Here are directions to the Haunted Mansion. Have a safe trip, guys.”
“Thank you, pretty birds. You have been most gracious,” the zombies said.
“Thanks for the directions,” the orbs said, floating behind the zombies back to the woods.
“Thank you for not making me dead,” Dracula said. He jumped as Penne and Coco growled at him again, and swiftly followed the orbs and zombies to the woods.
“What was that?” Jeff Musk asked.
“Just more shenanigans in Anipal Land,” Zack said. “Who’s ready for French Fry Friday party?”
Everybody cheered and dove into the buffet, celebrating the successful resolution of another silly adventure in Anipal Land.
THE END.