“Stop that right now!” yelled Nancy before she was hit in the face by a blue paint splotch. She raised both her hands up and said in a loud, deep voice, “Whosoever shall smite me with another blow shall reap the unstoppable force of all that is good and right.”

Then she was smote with a purple paint splotch right in the nose and dove behind the sales counter screaming, “I shall live to fight another day!”

The Guacamole Brothers had scattered when the Spanker gang had attacked. On their way out the back door they yelled in unison, “We quit!”

Alfred rolled out of the back in his tomato costume and said, “Now, you boys stop that right now or I’ll be forced to call the chief of police.”

Adam shot Alfred in the butt with a green paint splotch.

“Go ahead and call him,” crowed Adam. “My Dad’s right across the street at our warehouse. I’m sure he’ll be right over.”

Freddy snuck in the side door and started edging toward Adam. Right before he reached him Adam whirled around and drilled him with a shot. Freddy went flying backward, pink paint all over his beak.

Adam and his gang stood triumphantly over their fallen foes. “Look, Funkies,” he said, “If I were you I’d just pack up and leave town. Nobody comes to your crummy burger dump and nobody comes to the crummy farm you live on. There’s only room for one burger restaurant in this town. And that’s the Patty Cakes.”

“Oh yeah?” said Nancy. “Just wait until we win the float competition at the Founders’ Day parade. Then we’ll see who’s number one.”

Adam laughed. “We’ve won it five years in a row, and there’s nothing stopping us from number six. So the day you win the float competition is the day I turn fat and ugly.”

“Gee,” said Nancy as she poked her head over the sales counter where she was hiding. “Why don’t you just declare us the winner then?”

Adam looked at her in confusion until one of his gang whispered to him.