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J.P.P. McLeggins & the World of New Buggings
J.P.P. McLeggins & the World of New Buggings
J.P.P. McLeggins & the World of New Buggings
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J.P.P. McLeggins & the World of New Buggings

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This is an epilogue to the eBook J.P.P. McLeggins and the Buggin' Out World, that should be read first, and this eBook enjoyed after. Thanks for reading!
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Release dateFeb 14, 2017
ISBN9781483594385
J.P.P. McLeggins & the World of New Buggings

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    J.P.P. McLeggins & the World of New Buggings - M.J.K

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    Maggleggy McLeggins found herself deep within The Golden Laired Lodgings of Count Von Moneybuggs and his evil Golden Abdomen Class of buggies.

    She, her husband, and her father were all being held in a particular partition of the evil laired headquarterscalled The Golden Cocooned Calaboose.

    A prison hold – where – Golden Abdo Meanies meant to keep all of their greatest dissenters and Insect-eological opposition . . . The Golden Cocooned Calaboose was a large, fortified, fossilized, guardified, intimidating, towering piece of Anthrotecture . . .

    In the meantime, back in the main chambers of The Golden Laired Lodgings: the undercutting, blood-sucking (…metaphorically of course . . . though – for sure – some bugs of this ilk did enjoy a good dip of the red. They didn’t know blood types, but these bad bugs were ‘bee negatives’ and not ‘bee positives’ when it buzzed down to The Great Producer’s truth!), and most cohortive of Bugkind – the members of the Golden Abdo Meanie Class – gathered together.

    Mr. McLeggins was weak since his initial bugnapping at his home, where he had lived with Mrs. McLeggins and J.P.P McLeggins (Maggs’s little leggy of a sister, who she hoped with all her fruit-fly salad eating heart was doing ok out in the Buggin’ World).

    Mr. McLeggins was resting now, in one of the Lamb-Eared Leaf blanketed cots provided in the (…otherwise) rustic quarterings of the three’s holding cell. Eyeseeze (for his part and participation in the sticky paper of a predicament) tended to his father-in-sect – and wife – as needed.

    Besides the bug-sentials of leaf cots, thimble chaired seating, and acorned rimmed lavvies . . . a small and personal laboratory had been set up and complete with: bug-beakers, garden vials, buggyscopes, and grass bladed spring dewed pipettes for Dr. Magg’s (coerced) research bugdeavors; bugdeavors, of course, shotgunned by the Moneybuggin’ Count himself!

    Maggs’s previous research had foretold (and her continued Insectivations [in these albeit most unwelcome of bugvironments]), confirmed what she already knew; no alternative to Golden Larvae as fuel was practicable.

    Well – rephrased in honesty – the truth was, that there were renewable formed alternatives, but no money-making ones that The Golden Larvae Class could exploit and monopolize for their own gain; which is all Count Von Moneybuggs and the rest of the Golden Abdomen Class really wanted – namely – to make profit no matter who got stung, squished, or eaten along the way!

    Golden Larvae had been (and would remain) a source of food for Insect-o-ciety, but its use as fuel had damaged the whole Buggin’ World, and needed intervention, remedy, or both…

    This ‘fuel’ damaged the BugWorld in irreversible ways – and there was not enough whip cream in any can – in any fridge – to skimp on the ice cream of those truth scoops!

    After attending Mr. McLeggins, Eyeseeze walked over to his wife, Dr. MaggLeggy. She was furiously scuttling away with pipette pinches and beaker pours . . . until . . . more shattered glass indicated another broken beaker and failed attempt…

    Bug dung and squishy guts! Maggs yelped as she tended one of her front legs with a healing kiss, suck, and shake. She had caught the tip of one of her legs slightly on the beaker break.

    How’s it going fuzz legs? Eyeseeze said sweetly with a kiss on his wife’s head, placing his own front two legs on her shoulders. Maggs relaxed at his touch, and relayed to her husband in annoyance, It’s no use Eyeseeze, she turned to look at him now. "There is no alternative to Golden Larvae as fuel; only the renewables. Sun and wind energy that we already knew about, but nothing for profit. That’s what these gut-suckers and buzzkills want, and all they want . . . profit. Even if there was something that could replace Golden Larvae as fuel, I wouldn’t give it to them. I was just hoping to find something – ANYTHING – that could help the current condition of the BugWorld over for everybuggy. But no use . . . hopefully J.P.P. and the other bugs of Incect-o-ciety are fairing better than we are. Eyeseeze nodded in acknowledgement, Let’s hope so," he said, kissing her head again.

    ***

    Meanwhile . . . 3 of the most rotund, shapely, and yellowed of golden abdobellied ‘abdomeanies’ (as J.P.P. and the other Bugglomeration Forces coined them) were sitting and skuzz buzzing their next stratagem…

    The 3 garrulous goldies: Count Von Moneybuggs, Donald Diamond Cockeyes (the father of Connie Cockeye, the glitter glam bug of J.P.P.’s high school days) . . . and a most unbugspected of bug guests . . . The Red General . . . harvested a new plot.

    The plan was to regain a controlled power hold over the New United Spiders Alliance, or N.U.S.A., and Insect-o-ciety at large. The goal was to do this with their bugpandering and behind the curtain legs pulling of the Bugconomy, and purporting, of the Golden Larvae driven economy to extin-squish everybuggy the whole BugWorld over!

    The Red Colony General and leader of ‘The Red Colony’ (which had provided the synthetic web-stick technology for the stickballs used by J.P.P. and the rest of the Bugglomeration Forces to triumph over the ruthless […and quite large] SpiderVults), had been appointed a New lead judge – one of the 12 appointed for the N.U.S.A. – but had proved – ultimately – to be a true BeneSect Antold (a famous military general in pre-modern bug history who had betrayed his original army and side of the war for the enemy . . .).

    The three were sitting at a large banquet table, enjoying a feast of roasted Golden Larvae and

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