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Hewwo Sorry about VERY late reply, but thankyou for these quotes

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But never, ever, ever give up.”
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42 - The Squeewee Chronicles - Squish Sail
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Fri 05 Jun 15
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"Get your motor runningh..." Started Squeewee 55, as he was on a tandem with two other Squeewees.

"Feey it on the highwayh..." Continued Squeewee 22, behind him.

"Oh yesh, going to have a cheesecake..." belted out Squeewee 62, on a tandem behind them, with three other Squeewees.

"In a way that ish so sweet..." murmured Squeewee 43, in front of 62.

"Eat all the buns at once, and..." yelled Squeewee 87, long behind them on a BMX

"Bring food into spaaaaaaace!" continued Squeewee 21.

"Born to eat caaaa-aa-aaake..." whispered Squeewee 99.

Riding through on groups of tandems, Squeewees 2-576 rode towards Maldon. Quite a site. Seen as though there was 575 to support, and each bike required 5 people, that was 115 fifteen-inch bikes on the road! That's about nine and a half feet of tandem bikes.

Flying past most towns of Essex, they were planning to join the Blackwater Sailing Club. While the SquishWater club was already defined and prepared, they wished for the ultimate challenge... for a team of 575 Squeewee's to sail two dinghies, each supposed to hold a man each.

They considered this warming up. Especially since the motor attached to each of the bikes was slowly heating up as it propelled them up the hill. They turned it off for the downhills and flats. But they had Squish logic...

Why work hard, if cheesecake can do it for you?

It was a cheesecake powered engine, after all.

So there they were, riding like the wind. Reaching the border of Mexico.

"Wait... how the heck are we getting to Mexico?" shouted Squeewee 2. "You've got the map, Squeewee 4!"

"I think he'sh teyying a bad joke, Squeewee 2."

Squeewee 2 glared at me.

But anyway. Conversations like that carried on the whole time, terrifying drivers and cyclists alike along the way. It was like having a tiny, insulting, speeding radio next to you.

I know the feeling.

Anyway... they reached Maldon, and were disgusted by the amount of pig meat in most shops, for obvious reasons. Then speeding down to Heybridge, they saw and smelt the salty River Blackwater. Gliding down, they landed at the sailing club.

Having joined online (can you do that?), they were already fitted with drysuits, gloves, and two boats. Races were to begin in 15 minutes. In a moment of A-Team ingenuity, they re-rigged the Laser dinghies, repainted them, renamed them, and prepared their strategy within twelve and a half minutes. And drank a latte.


So, now that the race was coming on, the Squeewees split into their groups. To be fair, they split into odd and evens. Squeewee 2, 4, 6 etc. went into the evens, while Squeewee 3, 5, 7 etc. hopped into the odd boat.

Pushing them out onto the river as the wind started to kick, they began to float off. Desperately paddling and hopping onto the boats, they were there. About 237 Squeewees on each boat, this was insane.

As they gracefully turned to the starting zone, they received several glances from several boaters. A few deemed themselves not in a fit state for sailing and sailed back to shore immediately. The rest simply stared.

When the gun went off, they kicked into action. Odds and evens raced by fellow boaters, their surprising weight keeping immense stability. Stealing wind from the racers, they burst forward.

After a long and successful bout of gliding, crowding, bumping and tacking, the Odds and Evens sailed back, amazing victors.

"For the yast time, we're not Russian!" said Squeewee 5, angrily.

"Not that short of Victor, Squeewee 5..." said Squeewee 12.

I shall now end here.

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