connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow How many hoops had he gone through already? Clifford had lost count already. How was he meant to count AND fly? He wasn't that good at mult-tasking. Bleh. Hopefully Professor Vindictus was keeping watch or something?
Seeing one of the hoops growing in size, Clifford decided to seize the chance, leaned flat against his broom and zoomed easily through it. Bwahahaa! He was PWNing this hoops..
.. so far anyway.
He was on his way through another, when the pyshco hoop simply decided to spin around wildly AND shoot off scary, blue sparks. This couldn't be good. Unable to think fast enough - due to his smaller than average sized brain - Clifford gripped his broom and braced himself. There was no way he could get himself out of this muddle without touching the side, Clifford's elbow recieved a rather nasty shock of some sort and he could've sworn he felt his robes sizzle a little. OUCH! Wincing, he somehow managed to escape the wrath of the evil hoop.
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