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“Way! Way!” the harbinger cried out. “Make way for His Royal Highness!” Les looked around. He was in a very plush, comfortable, covered seat in a booth with one opening facing forward. He was headed down a cobblestone street lined with palm trees and a mix of Turkish, Moor and Colonial Spanish buildings. He bobbed gently as his seat went down the boulevard. Ahead marched a halberd-wielding amazon vanguard in a bright green Conquistador-style uniform. Her curves and size resembled that of the Daughters before their baptisms. Leaning forward a little, he peeked outside. He was in a sedan carried by poles by four other Conquistador Daughters, two to a side. And around the village he saw the townspeople. The men and boys stood at normal sizes and heights, but the tops of their heads made it only to the bottoms of the chests of the huge, busty, strong female populace. In a plaza's open area by a fountain, two normal sized women held the hands of a boy as they went around in

TETSUKO, DYNA AND STARBURST "A Dark Day Yonkoma" by David C. Matthews Script by Jimmy Dimples PANEL 1 Three-shot of Tetsuko, Dyna, and Starburst gathered together in a football-style huddle. TETSUKO: Okay, guys... PANEL 2: View from ground straight up to the semicircle of Tetsuko, Dyna and Starburst with concerned, worried faces. TETSUKO: We're about to enter the most dangerous place in the known universe! DYNA: You mean... TETSUKO: Yes... PANEL 3: Close-up on Tetsuko's face, which has the Thousand Yard Stare. TETSUKO: WALMART ON BLACK FRIDAY! PANEL 4: Bird's eye view of the huddle, which has Tetsuko and Dyna down below, looking up at Starburst, who flies away, screaming in panic. STARBURST: AAAIIIIEEEEE! END!

Just outside Senor Ageiron's office, Ayako sat on the desk, since the sofa was too low for her longer legs. She understood very little of the Spanish spoken inside, but she got the tense, sometimes angry tone very well. She didn't want to call it an argument, but... well, that's what it was. Her fingertips graced her immense biceps and the soft white linen sari around her gargantuan bodice. It was kind of that family to spare their bedsheet for it. She had to repay their kindness somehow; if she were to spend the rest of her life this tall and huge, she would adjust and make the most of it. In the office, Marta folded her arms across her ample chest. “Why must it be one or the other?” “No one said it had to be,” Senor Ageiron tried to reassure. Dr. Green held up a hand. “Maybe we can get a tank of fresh water? Or perhaps sprinkling instead of immersion?” “It is not just that and we all know it,” Marta retorted. “We could tell that,” Paco said. “Which do you trust more?

Dawn's light shimmered across the Safers' mission camp. Les sat up in his hammock and stretched his arms. "Good morning, Lord." Ayako sat up from her pallet, her bottom a little sore from the hard ground, but O.K. "Good morning, Lord." Gus slowly rose up and looked around warily. "Morning, Lord?" Releasing a breath, he nodded. "Good." Dr. Green slowly rose with stomach and citric acids flavoring his mouth. "Ugh, good lord... morning." Gus slowly staggered into the kitchen. Mrs. Safer was brewing the coffee on the stovetop. "Hello, Gus. Want some breakfast?" Gus burped. "All I want is coffee and Alka-Seltzer. And I thought I stuffed myself after my last Super Bowl party." Mrs. Safer checked the percolator. "Well, I see you're a lot slower and quieter than the first time you came in here. Maybe God's giving you peace." "Maybe. Or maybe I'm too full to do a lot of running around just now." "Well. I'm afraid the closest thing we have for Alka-Seltzer is some 7-Up. Hasn't been

Evelyn Safer sat, praying. She was trying her best not to wring her hands, and it was a family saying that if you could worry, you could pray. But she hadn't heard from her son Les, or Dr. Green, or Gus, or that dear Ayako, or Paco. And she smelled smoke wafting from the distance. She overheard the word "fuego" said more than once by the Daughters garrisoned at the mission. Fire. She had no idea how bad it was, or whether those she knew were affected. "Dear Lord," she prayed, "Be with us all. Keep watch over Your children. Both here in this camp and out of it. Keep us safe. Give your angels charge over my son Les, his friends Gus and Ayako, and over Paco." She noted the amazonian guards standing in the courtyard on duty. She prayed, "And even be with our captors, that their hearts might be turned. Even them. And..." Just then she heard a radio squawk. A daughter spoke into it, but Mrs. Safer couldn't make out what was said. There was a lot of fast talk, though, and