THE NEON LITES:

Attack of the 50-Foot Hareball

Immediately upon swallowing the pale orange papaya pill, the fluffy bunny began shaking in a most dramatic and ship shattering way. Mollie concluded very quickly that she was motion sick and raced towards the open hatch, where she tripped most hideously over Snerdly, who in an arbitrary outburst of eco-terrorism, had decided that the fluffy bunny planet was not for human consumption or contamination.

Mollie flew forward and landed outside the door with a definite nerve-shattering whumpf-crunch. "…MY SHINS!" she yelled.

The bunny continued to shake and wiggle and convulse…and grow! Soon the bunny's girth exceeded the width of the interior of the ship. Neon Lites band members spilled out of any opening available. Or in Snerdly's case, out of an opening that was not available.

"The ship is going to burst!" Snerdly expostulated.

"And I just redecorated!" whined Bruce.

"My superhold hairspray is on that ship!" Tasha screeched.

The screech happened to be the precise decibel level needed to cause a chemical reaction in the bunny, which promptly stopped growing. The Neon Lites regrouped for a conference.

"This is NOT a Good Thing." Mollie pointed out, as a fluffy bunny tail popped out of the port window, knocking Sparki into Tasha.

Craig looked at the enormous bunny and reflected, "we could yank it by it's tail an' pull it oot."

Tasha and Mollie both squealed. Sparki grabbed the tail. Snerdly grabbed Sparki. Without releasing her grip on the bunny tail, Sparki slugged Snerdly soundly.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Mollie yelled. "You'll hurt him!"

"There's not like time to discuss this in a committee." Sparki argued.

"We are NOT a committee!" said Mollie and Tasha, for once agreeing on something.

Craig took his fiddle and, brandishing it like a tomahawk, began running around in circles shouting incoherently. This startled the bunny, which somehow managed to fold itself up and jump out through the open hatch. Narrowly missing squashing Snerdly (to Sparki's disappointment), the bunny hopped away, the ground shaking like an earthquake with each jump.

Shaken, but barely stirred, the Neon Lites all looked at each other in shock.

"What now?" Mollie asked.

Snerdly sniffed and produced his calculator from out of nowhere. "I believe," said he, punching away at the keyboard, "our only option is to get on the ship and leave."

"Where does it say that?" Mollie demanded. "Let me see that thing."

Snerdly held the calculator over his head, keeping Mollie at bay. Craig shrugged and began accompanying them on his fiddle.

"Like, where's Heinous?" Sparki asked, suddenly observant.

Snerdly and Mollie stopped doing their version of the Hokey Pokey and stared, wide-eyed, at Sparki. Tasha fluffed her hair. Craig kept playing.

Just then, a remarkably strange sight appeared on the horizon.

"Bloody hell," hollered Craig, as his fiddle screeched to a non-harmonic halt. "What is THAT?"
"I believe that," Snerdly sniffed, "is a March Hare and THAT is a Door Mouse, and THAT is a Walrus and THAT is a queen…"

"Where??" asked Bruce, pushing to the front of the group.

"Are ye sure, mate? Bloody well looks like Hamish!"

"They all seem like totally almost bogusly familiar…" muttered Sparki.

"…Like something out of…" Mollie and Tasha both began, but they were cut off by the Queen, who pointed one long finger at the group.

"Off with their heads!" she exclaimed.