( Part XXXI , XXXIII )
It was definitely an idea, and a bravura one at that. As the Two put it into action, the Man couldn't help but marvel at it.
"What put this in your head? Was it the clouds?" He asked.
"No, it was earlier than that. It was the sandy curtains, and then remembering the ball pool. The clouds just tipped it over the edge."
"Shush. I'm finally coming off hold." He moved the phone closer to his ear, and listened. "Yes. Yes. We need to hire the largest blue one that you have. Thank you. You have my details there still? Thank you. Bye."
"Sorted?"
"Yes. Shall we, milady?"
"Yes, milord." The Two walked hand in hand back to the old hall, where the Oracle was trying to jog his own memory via some prophetic breakfast cereal exercises.. He looked up, and his look told them all they needed to know.
Apparently, while they had been away the town had been evacuated by the authorities, unknowingly leaving only Ken and the Oracle behind. Then, according to their guru, 'the Oracle slowly responded to my efforts, as if the removal of the population weakened our opponent in some way.' He had made a time chart, based on the chaotic content of their Patterned floor. Sadly, the Oracle couldn't remember anything from the last three months, so it was more of a technical victory. However, he was trying, which was great.
A horn honked outside. The three ninjas of health looked out the window, to see Ken at the wheel of a large tanker. The Man grinned. "This plan is definitely now happening..."
More will follow...
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