Hello! And welcome to my oneshot book! Once again the art work isn't mine, I'm working on getting an ipad so I can do some digital art and maybe put my own up but until then, all credit goes to the artist. This story has a little bit of flower husbands, but not a ton. That's coming up soon. And with that, enjoy The Small Gang Club, in Scott's pov.

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Anyone remember this? Our little club we made? I mean it's been so long. 

Jimmy's a big strong kungfu panda, and Lizzie? Well, I heard she's lost three lives since the Enigma died. I heard she's on her final life now. And I'm still here, well, I'm not a moth anymore. I'm a merman. But I still visit the club house, I need to crawl to get in though. I always visit after visiting Jimmy... Of corse...

"My first time attending, Jimmy had invited us to his place. I believe how he greeted us was a long the lines of:

"Hello! Greetings and welcome, fellow small beings!" The widest grin on his face. "Welcome to... The Small Gang Club!" As well as giving me aa peck on the cheek. Then he showed us the club house, and ushered us inside, he and Lizzie throug the larger door, and I through the smaller. We each picked our own rooms, and established the rules of the club.

1. You must be shorter than two blocks.

2. No killing fellow members of the club

We had a few meetings, each just as fun as the last. I couldn't wiat for the next. Before... The letter. Lizzzie sent out letters to people who's powers seemed worthy enough to join her superhero league. Both me and Jimmy got in. But the crafty little raccon tricked us. Dropping us into the end, but getting pushed off the edge of the platform by the giant, CPK. Leaving just me, and Jimmy. Our only way out, through the dragon. And we were suceeding. The only death being when CPK got in Fwhip's way.

Then the fight happend. For the egg.Everyone wanted it for themselves. Including Jimmy. Joel threated him, shouting: "God damnit Jimmy! If you punch the egg one more time, I am going to kill you!" And Jimmy being Jimmy, pushed his luck. Though I was never certain who did the finnishing blow.

But it became just me. In the end I got the egg. It became a reminder of how the club died.

Lizzie was gone.

Jimmy was gone.

Both died.

But I still visited the club house, learning we had ten lives and that they we're still alive. Lizzie a floran and Jimmy a cat. 

So it was still just me in the club...

Until...

Scott burned to death while fighting blazes.

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I hope you enjoyed this small short story. I have two more oneshots on the go, ones gay, and ones about Zorgansploosh 12... Aaaaannnnnnnnyyyyyywwwwaaaayyy... It was a pleasure to write, and I hope you enjoyed reading it. :) So with that... Goodbye,Adios, Aurevoir, 再见. My fellow frogs! Have fun and enjoy whatever time your reading this!