Once upon a time a Scout named Brent had a magic body as thin as paper. Even the lightest breeze would sweep this Scout away. His limbs stretched on for miles and miles, like kite strings or noodles or whatever. With his incredible flexibility he was able to tickle his face with his own feet! This enraged a Spy named Corentin who had strange magical foot powers as well. He would not be out-footed. Barely impressed, he stretched his leg and used his foot to tickle a Sniper named Mischa. Brent saw this and became enraged. He tangled his long, never ending legs around Mischa and dragged him away.

"Oy blame you!" Mischa shouted to Corentin.
"Moi?" Corentin asked innocently.
"No shit!" Came Mischa's reply.

Brent dragged the Australian closer and closer.

"Save me already!" Mischa demanded.
"IDK, you were pretty rude." Corentin remarked truthfully.

Mischa gazed helplessly at the Spy.

"Fine."

Corentin cloaked using his Dead Ringer.
Brent stared, confused, at where the Spy had once stood.
A spooky whistle hung in the air.

"Right behind you."

Brent was thoroughly embarrassed by the knife.

Mischa stared lovingly up at his savior who then swooped him up into his arms!