The Causeway: Saturday Afternoon

[iknowstuff]

It was a busy day for Layla but there was one more duty she had to perform. One that would affect Fandom Island forever

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[superartie]

And they were heard. Louder than a thousand distress calls from puny vikings, and they drew him irresistibly across the causeway.

Like a giant funk magnet.

[iknowstuff]

It was a heavy boombox. Very heavy.

But Layla kept that boombox raised high.

Because once again in Fandom's darkest hour... Okay, maybe not it's darkest hour. Twilight hour? Daylight savings time?

Whatever.

Artie was needed. And so the FUNK PLAYED ON.

[superartie]

And Artie arrived, leaping the last handful of feet to land in front of Layla and her boom box, gyrating his arms in the air and moving to that funky beat.

He laughed. "Play that funky music, white girl!"

And he danced on.

[iknowstuff]

"Welcome home, Artie," Layla said with a small grin. "I'm sure the island has missed you."