wednesday evening-ish: 31 mallard way: mail of DOOOOOOOOM

[sizzler_sisters]

When the mail came last week, Jerry and Jerry had very carefully sorted which ones were bills, which were love letters from alien overlords, which were telekinetic healing powers. There was one letter left, and it had a big impressive official-looking return address that mentioned Fandom High

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[ihatedenmark]

Hamlet had nothing to do on this lovely Wednesday evening, so he decided to wander down to the town to look around for a bit. He was disappointed to note that the charming orangeshoesevenaide store was closed for the day, but he headed in close to peer through the store's front window anyway. He wondered what kind of interesting things they had in stock at the moment.

[sizzler_sisters]

Look! It was him! The Mayor!

Jerry ran outside and gestured emphatically. "Your Grace! You must come in at once! It is a terrible emergency!"

The other Jerry was attempting to eat the envelope. If he ate it, then he would absorb all of its power and possibly rule the world.

[ihatedenmark]

In a different time and place, Hamlet likely would have pointed out that his correct title was Your Highness, as Your Grace was for Dukes, but he didn't particularly care here. It wasn't as though he made much of a deal about his royal blood here at Fandom anyway.

"What is it?" he asked the very sane man who had run up to him. "Can I help in any way?'

[sizzler_sisters]

"Yes! Yes, do! Come in at once!" Jerry started to walk inside, but stopped short in order to point at His Grace the Cardinal Mayor. "But the elephant stays outside! I insist!"

Inside, the other Jerry had decided that if you couldn't eat an envelope for its powers, maybe licking it would help. So Jerry was rediscovering the hell that is a papercut on the tongue. "JEWWY! JEWWY, HELP!"

"Good heavens, it's worse than I thought!" Jerry ran inside to save Jerry from the space monkey aliens who were controlling the letter's death ray.