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⢰⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡆ ⢸⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⡇ ⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠤⠔⠒⠒⠀⠀⠒⠒⠢⠤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⢀⠔⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠢⣀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿ ⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇ ⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀ ⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀ ⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⢿⣿⣦⡄⠀⠀⢠⣴⣿⡿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣬⣿⡇⠀⠀⢈⣿⣥⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣟⠛⠻⠿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠛⣻⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠉⠻⣿⠀⠀⣿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⠤⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠤⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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JUST A TOUCH x (Autistic author) SpongeBob rushes over, his face a mask of worry. "You okay, Plankton?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine concern. But Plankton can't answer. His body is rigid, his eye unfocused. Squidward's tentacle retreats, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. "What's going on?" he asks, his voice tight. Sponge Bob's eyes are wide with concern. "Hello?" Plankton doesn't even blink, his eye remains unseeing, his body a statue to the chaos around him. Squidward, still holding the dish, watches with a mix of fear and confusion. "What's happening to him?" Sponge Bob's heart races as he sees his friend frozen. "Hey, Plankton," he says. "It's just a party." But the words fall on deaf ears—or rather, one deaf eye. Plankton's antennae remain still, his body rigid. The room's chaos has ceased to exist for him, lost in the vacuum of his seizure. Sponge Bob's voice, usually so boisterous, is now a gentle whisper. "Plankton?" he says, his hand hovering over his friend. Squidward, his eyes wide, stammers. "Is he...? Is he okay, or?" It's something that has to run its course, which of course neither Squidward nor Sponge Bob realize. Squidward's tentacle shakes Plankton gently, his voice filled with concern. "Plankton?" he repeats, his tone softer now. Plankton's antennae remain still, his body a statue in the bustling kitchen. The dish clatter fades to background noise, the laughter from the party a distant echo. Sponge Bob's heart squeezes, his eyes never leaving Plankton's unseeing gaze. He's seen his friend in tough spots before, but this... this is something new, something scary. He takes a deep breath, his thumbs tucked into his pockets as he tries to think. What do you do? What helps when someone you care about is stuck in this kind of loop or what ever this is... Squidward, usually so quick to snap and complain, is silent, his tentacles poised but not moving. He watches, his eyes flicking between the unmoving Plankton and SpongeBob. The room's cacophony fades away as the realization hits them—Plankton's in trouble. Sponge Bob's smile is gone, replaced with a furrowed brow and a quivering bottom lip. Squidward, still holding the now forgotten plate, feels a pang of guilt. He'd seen the stress in Plankton's antennae, heard the urgency in his voice, but had dismissed it. Now he's not sure what to do. Sponge Bob's eyes widen, his spongy body tense with worry. He's seen Plankton upset before, but never like this. "I think we should set him down," he suggests, his voice barely a whisper. "On the floor.." They gently lower Plankton to the cool tiles, his body unyielding. Squidward sets the dish aside, his tentacles shaking slightly. "What do we do?" he asks, his voice tight. Sponge Bob's eyes never leave Plankton's face, his heart pounding in his chest. He's seen his friend in tough spots before, but this... this is something else entirely. Squidward, his tentacles still shaking, stammers. "What do we do?" The fear in his voice is palpable. They both know Plankton isn't okay. Sponge Bob takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Plankton's motionless form. "Get Karen. Now." Squidward nods, his tentacles moving in a blur as he rushes to find her. The party's music thumps in the background, a stark contrast to the silence of the kitchen where Plankton sits. Sponge Bob kneels beside him, his hand hovering over Plankton's shoulder, unsure of what to do next. His heart races as he watches his friend's chest rise and fall in the rhythm of a silent symphony only Plankton can hear. Karen looks up at the sound of Squidward running in. "What's wrong?" she asks, her voice filled with alarm. Squidward's tentacles flap wildly. "It's Plankton! He's... he's just... not moving!" Karen's eyes widen, and she rushes into the restaurant, Squidward's words echoing in her mind. Plankton sits on the floor, his body unnaturally still, his antennae drooping. Her heart skips a beat as she sees his vacant gaze. She recognizes the signs—this is the second time she's seen an absence seizure take hold of him. She kneels beside Sponge Bob, whose expression is a mix of fear and confusion. "He's having a seizure," Karen whispers, her voice a calming breeze in the chaotic kitchen. Her hand, now gentle and firm, guides Plankton's head to the floor. "He'll wake up. We've got to keep him safe." Sponge Bob nods, his eyes wide with concern. He's seen his friend in tough spots before, but this... this is something beyond his usual quirks. Plankton's tiny body is a stark contrast to the monstrous fear gripping his heart. The kitchen is a blur of movement around them, but Karen's calm presence brings a semblance of order. She takes over, her movements precise. "Don't touch him," she says, her voice a gentle command. "Just let it run its course." Squidward nods, his tentacles still, his eyes on Plankton. Sponge Bob's face is a mask of worry, his eyes never leaving his friend's unresponsive form. Mr. Krabs' beady eyes narrow, his voice a gruff whisper. "What's going on?" Karen's voice is calm, but her heart races. "It's okay," she says, her hand resting on Plankton's back. "It's just a part of his new... condition." Mr. Krabs' expression softens, his eyes flicking from Plankton to Karen. "Is he going to be okay?" "Yes," Karen says firmly, her hand still on Plankton's back. "It's just a seizure. They can happen with... his autism..." Mr. Krabs' eyes widen, but his expression quickly morphs into something more thoughtful. "I see," he says, his voice lowered. "I had no idea." "He got a brain injury, Mr. Krabs," Karen says. "Yesterday, in an accident.." Mr. Krabs nods, his gaze on Plankton's unmoving form. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice genuine. "What happened?" Karen swallows, her eyes welling with tears. "They said it's Acquired Autism. It's like his brain got... rewired." Her hand strokes Plankton's back soothingly. "He's the same, but different." Mr. Krabs nods slowly, his claws clenching. "Well, we'll make do," he says gruffly. "This is still the same Plankton who tried to steal the Krabby Patty formula, right?" Karen's eyes flash with a mix of anger and protectiveness. "Yes," she says firmly. "But now he needs our help. And our understanding. He hasn't mentioned it once since.." Her voice trails off as Plankton's eye flickers. Slowly, his antennae unfreeze, twitching slightly. The world starts to come back into focus, the colors and sounds gradually seeping back into his consciousness. Sponge Bob's hand is still hovering over him, his face a canvas of relief and uncertainty. "Plankton?" Sponge Bob whispers, his voice tentative. Plankton's eye blinks once, twice, and he looks around, his gaze landing on Squidward. Squidward's tentacles are still, his expression a mix of fear and confusion. Plankton slowly sits up, his antennae twitching as he takes in the scene. The dish is forgotten, the need for order lost in the fog of his seizure. "Welcome back," Sponge Bob says, his voice a mix of relief and anxiety. Plankton's antennae wave slightly as he looks around, his gaze settling on the plate still in Squidward's tentacle. "It's okay," Karen says gently, her hand resting on his shoulder. Plankton's antennae twitch as his brain reboots, trying to process the scene before him. "Dishes," he murmurs, his voice still flat. Squidward watches him, his tentacle hovering over the sink. "Let me handle this," he says, his voice apologetic. "You... you just take it easy." Plankton nods, his antennae still. The chaos of the kitchen fades away as he focuses on his friend's kindness. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice a soft echo of its former self. "All of you.."

⣿⠁⣸⣿⣿⠉⠉⠛⠉⠛⡿⣍⠻⢏⠉⠈⠉⠙⢿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣟⣿⣻⣟⡿⣻⡽⣭⠿⣭⣟⣯⢟⡟⡯⢭⠙⡛⢭⡹⣙⢯⡛⡟⡿⢿⣿⢿⡿⣭⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣍⣽⣿⣿⡉⢩⠍⣍⣯⣹⣻⣽⡭⢉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉ ⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠆⠐⡄⠹⠳⣦⣶⣤⢤⡀⠀⠈⡙⣷⢯⣛⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣷⣻⣞⣷⢯⣟⣷⣻⣽⣻⣳⢮⡗⣯⡞⣽⣺⣤⣅⡢⠱⠈⠦⡝⡜⡩⠾⡩⢿⣳⣯⢷⡾⣽⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠂⠈⠠⠀⠠⠁⣤⡠⡡⢀⠂⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣻⣽⣻⢾⣽⣻⢿⣷⢏⣛⣶⣞⣿⣫⠳⣿⣦⣦⣱⢼⣧⣿⣿⣿⣽⣾⣿⡷⣿⣽⡾⣟⣯⣷⣟⡷⣯⣟⣯⣟⡶⣯⣗⣧⡻⣼⣹⣓⡟⢦⡐⢆⡑⠢⡑⡩⢝⢯⣿⣿⣯⡿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⣿⡿⠁⠦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⣿⣿⡇⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣳⣟⢾⣻⢾⡽⣯⣟⡿⣟⣿⣻⣟⡿⣿⡿⣿⣟⡿⣿⣻⣽⣾⣳⣟⣯⡿⣽⣷⢯⣿⣻⣽⡾⣽⣻⢷⣻⡾⣽⣻⣵⣞⣷⢻⣖⢧⡻⡜⣧⣛⠼⣬⣱⡠⢱⡚⢮⣖⣯⢿⣿⣷⣾⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣖⣾⣧⠁⠄⠀⡀⣀⠀⡀⢌⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣳⢯⡿⣭⢷⣻⣳⢯⡿⣽⣞⡷⣯⣟⣷⣻⢷⣻⢿⣽⣻⣞⡷⣿⣽⣳⡿⣟⣾⢿⣯⣟⣷⡿⣿⣽⢿⣯⢿⡷⣟⣾⣽⣞⡿⣞⢮⡵⣍⢖⡛⣞⢣⢾⡵⣧⡙⢶⡝⣾⢿⣾⣽⡿⣿⣻⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣍⠈⠁⡀⢀⡈⢿⣿⣷⣶⡜⡸⢲⣄⡀⣀⣠⠄⣤ ⣿⣭⢷⣻⡽⣫⢷⡯⣿⣹⢷⡾⣽⣳⣟⡾⣽⢯⣟⡿⣾⡽⣯⢿⣳⣯⢿⣽⡿⣽⡿⣞⣿⡽⣿⣽⣾⣟⣯⣿⣟⣿⣽⡾⣯⡿⣽⣳⢿⡼⣳⢾⣤⢧⣚⡿⣿⣽⣧⢿⣭⢿⣽⣻⣿⣿⢿⣻⣿⡿⣿⣽⣿⣯⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣖⡢⣙⢰⣾⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣿ ⣿⡞⣯⣗⣻⡽⣏⡷⣯⢯⣷⢻⣳⡟⣾⡽⢯⣟⡾⣽⣳⢿⣽⣻⣽⢾⣟⡷⣿⢯⣟⣿⣽⣻⣽⡾⣷⣻⣟⣾⣯⢿⣞⣿⣽⢿⣷⣯⡿⣽⣳⢧⣚⡼⢭⢳⣌⡻⣟⡿⣞⣿⡾⣟⣷⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣟⣿⡿⣿⣿⢿⣾⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⢿⣿ ⣿⣹⢗⡾⣳⣽⢫⣽⡞⣿⡼⣯⢷⣻⣳⢟⡿⡾⣽⣳⢯⣟⣾⣳⢯⣟⣾⣻⡽⣯⢿⣞⣷⢿⣽⣻⣽⣯⢿⣳⣿⣻⣯⢿⣾⣟⣷⡿⣽⡿⣽⣿⣻⣼⣷⣶⣭⣛⢯⡱⣟⢷⣿⣻⣿⣽⣾⣿⡿⣿⣾⣿⢿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣯⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣟⣯⣿⣿⣾⣟⣿⡿⣯⢻ ⣯⡗⣯⡻⣵⣫⣟⢾⣹⢧⢿⣱⢯⡷⣝⡯⣟⣽⣳⢯⢿⠾⣷⠟⠿⣞⣷⣯⡿⠟⠛⣾⣯⢿⣞⣯⡷⣟⡿⣯⣷⢿⡽⣿⣳⡿⣯⢿⣻⣽⡿⣞⣯⣿⢾⣽⣻⢿⣟⣶⡭⣞⠷⣿⣯⣿⣟⣾⣿⣿⣽⣾⣿⣿⣽⡿⣿⣾⣟⣯⣷⣿⣟⣿⡿⣷⣿⡿⣟⣯⣿⣿⣿⣾⣟⣿⡽⣿⣭⣟ ⣷⢫⢷⡹⣇⡷⣞⢯⡳⢯⣏⣟⢾⣹⣭⢿⣹⢾⡭⣟⡿⣶⣬⣤⣶⣮⣿⢾⣶⣴⣄⣿⢯⣟⣾⣽⣻⣽⣻⢷⣯⢿⣻⣽⣯⣟⣿⣻⢯⣷⢿⣻⣽⣾⢿⡽⣯⣿⢾⡷⣿⣻⡿⣷⣯⣷⡿⣟⣷⡿⣯⣿⣷⢿⣯⣿⣿⣽⣿⣻⣯⣿⣟⣯⣿⡿⣷⣿⣿⣷⣾⣟⡋⠋⠛⣉⠙⠻⢿⣿ ⣯⣛⢮⢷⡹⣞⡽⣎⢿⡱⣏⢾⡹⢞⣼⣫⡽⣞⡽⣞⡵⣯⢿⣿⣯⣷⢯⣟⡾⡽⣯⣟⣿⣻⡷⣯⢷⣯⣟⡿⣞⡿⣯⢷⣯⢿⣞⣿⣻⣽⣟⣯⢷⣯⣟⡿⣽⢾⣟⣿⣽⡷⣿⣟⣷⣿⣻⣿⣻⡿⣟⣷⡿⣿⣯⣷⣿⣻⣾⢿⣽⣷⣿⣻⣽⡿⣿⣽⣿⣿⡿⠋⢉⠳⣾⢿⣷⣶⠌⡉ ⣷⡹⣎⡳⣝⢮⡳⣝⢮⡳⣝⢾⡹⣏⡶⣳⢽⡺⣵⣛⠾⣭⣛⣮⢯⡿⡾⣝⡾⣽⣳⡽⣞⢷⣻⡽⣻⢾⣝⡿⣽⣻⣽⣻⣞⣯⣟⣾⣽⣳⣯⢿⣻⢾⣽⣻⢷⣻⣞⡿⣾⣽⣟⣾⣟⣾⣟⣷⣿⣻⣿⡿⠟⠛⠷⠛⠺⢿⣽⣿⣻⣾⣽⣟⣯⣿⢿⣽⢿⣿⣿⣓⣻⣧⣿⣾⣽⢶⣳⢶ ⣗⣣⠽⣱⢎⣧⢳⣬⢣⡙⠌⠣⠿⠜⠳⡝⢮⢳⠧⣏⢿⡱⣏⣞⡧⣟⡽⣳⣏⡷⡽⢾⡽⣞⣳⠿⣝⣯⢾⣽⣳⡟⣾⣳⣟⡾⣽⣞⣷⣻⣞⣯⣟⡿⣾⣽⣻⢷⣻⣽⢷⣻⣾⣻⢾⣻⣾⣽⣾⣯⣿⠗⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢁⠘⠻⣷⡿⣞⣯⣿⣻⡾⣿⡽⣿⣻⡿⣟⣿⣽⢾⣟⣯⣿ ⣏⢖⡫⣕⠺⣔⢫⢖⡣⡝⢮⠔⡠⢀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠌⠈⠳⣙⢮⡳⣝⢮⡗⣧⡻⣼⣛⢷⣫⡽⣭⠿⣽⡞⣯⢶⣯⢻⡷⣽⣾⣿⣷⣾⡷⢿⡾⢷⣯⣻⣗⣯⢟⣯⢷⣯⣟⡷⣯⣟⣯⣷⣻⣿⣽⣧⣄⣠⣄⡀⣄⣀⣶⣶⣬⣜⣡⣿⣿⣿⣟⡾⣷⣻⢯⣟⡷⣿⣽⣻⢷⣯⣿⣾⣽⢾ ⣏⢮⠱⣎⠳⣌⠳⣎⠵⣙⢮⡹⣱⢣⠒⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⣉⢞⡵⣫⢞⡽⣲⡝⣧⣛⡮⣗⢯⡽⣛⣮⡽⢯⣷⢫⣟⣾⣿⣷⣿⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣞⣾⣻⣞⣳⢧⡿⣽⣳⣟⣾⣳⣯⢿⣝⣿⣿⣿⡿⠻⠻⠟⠛⠛⠛⠛⠻⣄⣿⠷⡯⢿⣳⡟⣯⢿⣽⣳⢯⣟⣯⣞⣧⡴⣬⡟ ⣗⣊⠳⣌⠳⣌⠳⣌⠳⣍⠶⣱⠣⣏⢳⡱⣃⢖⡐⡊⠵⣉⠶⣱⢏⢾⡱⢧⣛⢶⡹⡞⡽⣎⢿⡱⢧⣟⡾⣷⢻⡞⣧⢟⣿⣻⣽⡂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡉⢷⡯⡯⢿⣽⣳⢯⣞⣷⠿⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⡿⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⡝⣎⠳⣎⡵⣫⢞⢶⣹⠾⣽⣳⣻ ⣧⢊⠳⣌⠳⣌⠳⣌⠳⣌⠳⣌⠳⣌⢧⠳⣍⠶⡹⣌⢳⡌⣞⡱⣎⢧⢏⡳⡭⢞⡱⣏⢷⡹⢮⡝⣯⢞⡵⣫⢗⣯⢳⣏⣶⢫⡽⣿⣦⣄⣠⣤⣤⣜⣷⣿⣧⣝⣹⣢⠙⠻⣿⡽⢿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢷⣿⣿⣍⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠠⠄⠎⣿⢮⠵⢬⣶⡹⢮⡻⣼⣛⣧⢷⣹ ⡧⢊⠳⡌⢣⢌⠳⢌⠳⡌⠳⣌⠳⡌⠶⣙⠬⡓⡵⣊⠷⣘⠶⡹⡜⣎⢞⡱⡽⣩⠗⣮⢣⢟⣣⢟⡼⣋⢾⡱⢫⣞⡳⣞⡼⣫⢗⣳⢮⣝⡳⣝⢾⡹⢎⠷⢽⣾⣯⣯⣦⣥⣀⣹⣿⣿⣆⣤⣴⣦⣼⡯⣭⢫⡕⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢌⠢⣜⡸⢞⣞⣦⣀⡟⡯⡷⢯⣷⠻⡼⣏⢿ ⡗⡩⢃⡜⠡⠎⡜⡌⡓⣌⠳⢌⡓⣌⠳⣌⠣⡝⡰⢍⢮⡑⢯⡱⡹⡜⢮⡱⢣⢧⡛⣬⢏⡞⣱⢎⠷⣹⠮⣝⡳⣎⢷⣹⣚⡵⣫⢞⡳⢮⣝⠾⣭⣛⢯⣟⡳⡶⢶⣦⣥⣭⣬⣭⣐⣉⡛⣟⡯⠿⠧⢿⣭⢳⣘⢬⡓⡤⣀⠦⡑⣌⢓⠊⠓⠠⢉⠛⠛⠨⣍⣿⣴⢻⡺⣷⢛⠶⡹⢮ ⡧⢑⠣⢌⠣⣉⠔⣢⠱⢌⡚⠤⢓⠬⡑⢆⠳⣌⠱⣊⠦⣙⢆⢳⡱⣙⢦⡙⢧⢎⡵⢣⢮⣙⠦⣏⣛⡖⡻⣜⡵⡹⣎⢶⡹⡜⡧⢯⣝⡳⣎⡟⣶⡹⣞⡼⣳⣝⣳⣞⣼⢎⡷⣭⢏⡷⣫⢽⣹⣛⢿⡲⣍⢧⣋⢶⣙⠶⣭⠶⣱⢎⣮⡹⡳⢦⡤⣀⠌⡰⢬⣲⢶⣫⣛⡶⣟⡲⡵⣄ ⡧⠘⡤⠘⡄⢋⠔⡉⠦⣘⢡⠒⡜⠤⡓⠜⣢⠙⢦⡙⢤⢋⠼⣌⠣⡝⣈⢓⣘⠺⡓⢚⠞⠛⠲⠛⠛⡳⡧⣽⡡⣷⣙⣎⡷⡵⠷⠾⢟⣷⢽⣧⣝⡳⣿⢷⢿⠟⣿⠝⠻⢾⢷⠿⡼⠗⢯⣞⣭⣿⣼⣣⢟⡼⡻⣜⡻⢶⣹⢲⢏⡾⣭⢳⣣⢞⡵⣻⢶⣥⣮⠟⣬⢋⠽⣡⢋⠇⢧⡙ ⡇⠱⢠⠩⢐⡉⢢⣉⣒⣤⣧⣭⣴⣷⣾⣶⣷⣾⣶⣿⣾⣿⣾⣾⣿⣾⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣷⣾⣽⣬⣽⣦⣗⣶⣛⣽⣚⢶⡲⡽⣤⣬⢶⣻⣱⣛⢮⣑⣩⣛⣠⣀⣘⣹⣿⢶⣀⣙⣾⣢⣅⡩⢿⣾⢟⣿⠿⡏⠱⡛⡊⠉⠹⣣⣗⠛⢺⠗⠛⠒⢯⢮⠵⠪⠖⠛⢒⡎⢖⡰ ⣿⢷⣶⡿⣟⢿⡻⢿⢻⡝⢯⣻⣙⢧⡻⡼⣭⢻⣜⣧⣻⢮⣟⡷⣯⣟⡷⣯⣟⣯⣿⣯⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣶⣷⣶⣽⣮⣽⣭⣳⣏⣉⣐⠀⠀⠀⠌⠹⡁⢻⠿⠻⠋⠛⠸⡷⢤⣐⣪⣑⣶⡠⢐⢡⡐⣳⡥⢶⡶⠦⣬⡳⣵⡄⠀⣀⣶⣫⠱⣼ ⡯⠼⣆⠷⡜⣶⡹⣎⢷⡹⢧⢷⣫⢷⣛⣷⣫⣟⡾⣵⢯⣟⣾⣻⢷⣿⣽⢿⣽⣿⣞⣿⣷⣟⣿⣟⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣶⣿⣥⣴⣖⣋⣑⣀⠘⠤⠀⢠⠉⢯⡉⢉⠻⢝⡒⢻⣛⢶⡛⢭⠾⠺⢶⢿⠶⢟⣾ ⣯⡽⣬⣛⡽⡴⣭⣹⣎⣟⣭⡳⣭⢏⣯⠽⣎⣯⣟⣽⣻⣞⣷⣻⣟⡾⡽⣯⢿⣞⣯⡷⡿⣯⡿⣽⣯⡿⣟⣾⢿⣾⣯⣟⣿⣻⣿⢿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣷⣿⣧⣯⣿⣭⣷⣶⣶⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣾⣯⣾⣾ ⣿⣻⣭⣽⣾⣵⣯⣵⣾⣵⣺⡵⣧⣻⢮⣛⣷⠾⣼⣞⡵⣾⡱⣧⢟⣼⣽⣚⡷⣞⢧⣿⢳⣟⢷⡻⢾⡽⣟⡾⣯⢷⣟⣯⡿⣿⢾⣟⣿⢿⣾⣽⣟⡿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣽⣯⢿⣽⣻⣞⣧⢷⣞⡵⣻⠵⡿⢯⡿⢾⡽⢷⡾⣽⢶⣻⣭⣟⡾⣞⣽⣚⢯⡟⣞⡿⣮⢿⡽⣯⣟⣮⣽⢯⣿⣞⡷⣯⣽⢯⣟⣾⢯⡿⣽⡾⣿⣽⣯⣿⣽⣻⣿⣻⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣷⣿⣿⣷⣿⣽⡿⣟⣾⣽⣟⣿⣻⣟⣿⣻⠿⣯⣷⢿⣻⢷⣯⣟⣿⣻⣟⣻⣯⣟⣽⣳⣻⣏⡿⣧⢿⣭⢯⣟⡾⣯⢷⣻⣞⣷⣻⣞⣯⣟⣷⡻⣷⣻⡞⣷⢯⣟⡷⣿⡽⣿⢾⣳⡿⣿⣯⣿⣻⣽⣟⣿⣻⡿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣻⣯⣷⣿⣿⣿⣾⢯⣟⣯⢷⣻⡽⣷⣯⣿⣾⣿⣾⣟⣷⣿⡽⣯⢯⣟⣻⣽⣻⣯⣟⣧⢿⢾⡷⣿⢾⣽⣳⣟⣷⣻⡽⣯⢿⡞⣽⣭⣟⡽⢯⣗⢿⣣⣟⡾⣽⣳⢯⡷⣟⣿⣳⡿⣟⣯⣿⡽⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣷⣿⣾⣯⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⢿⣻⣷⣿⣾⣽⣾⣯⣿⣽⣻⣟⣾⣷⣻⣾⣳⣟⣯⣿⢾⣟⣾⣽⣻⣟⣾⣫⣗⣯⣽⣳⣯⣷⣻⣽⣞⣷⡿⣟⣾⢷⣿⣻⣽⣷⣟⣯⣿⣽⢿⣻⣿⣽⣟⣿⡿⣿⣟⣿⡿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣟⣯⣿⣿⣾⣿⣽⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣟⣿⣽⡿⣿⣿⣻⣟⣿⢿⣻⣯⣟⡿⣽⢾⡽⣯⢿⣽⣻⣟⡾⣯⢿⣯⢿⡿⣿⣾⣟⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣽⣿⣻⣯⣿⡷⣿⣾⢿⣯⣿⣟⣿⣻⣷⣿⣾⣿⣿⣯⣿⣯⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢠⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡶⣿⣲⣛⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣶⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⣿⣏⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣔⣿⣽⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣷⣯⣽⣾⡷⣶⣦⣄⣔⣿⣫⡿⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⢾⡷⣫⣿⢾⣿⡱⠚⠛⣿⡿⣟⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⢻⢛⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⢾⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⢿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢀⢮⡩⢱⣼⣿⣿⠟⠩⡿⣿⣾⢹⣿⣽⣿⠜⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⡰⣟⣿⣿⡗⣟⣿⣿⠂⠀⠰⣻⣯⣿⣿⣿⣯⢢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢠⣻⣿⣿⣷⣷⣻⡿⠟⠓⠐⠚⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡷⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⠓⣛⣻⣿⠖⠞⢻⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡬⣯⣧⣿⣿⠴⢿⣿⣿⣤⠄⢞⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢀⣿⣷⣻⣿⣳⣼⣿⣿⣿⣟⠉⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠈⣹⣿⣿⢳⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⡏⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣿⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⢃⣿⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀ ⢸⢿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⢧⣿⣿⣄⡇⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣌⢦⠀⠀ ⢸⢸⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣷⣀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⢣⠀ ⢸⠈⢿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉⡇ ⢸⢀⡬⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠋⠉⠉⢯⡟⢿⢫⣦⡀⠀⠀⠈⡟⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢳ ⠘⠋⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣤⠀⢹⡷⡀⠀⠀⠰⡈⡿⠙⠙⢹⣿⣿⣿⠀⡜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣬⣟⡡⢋⡇⠀⠀⠀⠑⢄⡀⠀⠈⣿⣿⡟⠀⡇ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⡱⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣇⠝⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠢⡘⡺⠀⢸⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢀⢌⢻⣿⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⡭⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠃⠀⡞⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠨⡾⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⢯⣽⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡏⠀⢀⠆⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⠚⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠓⠊⠉⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡇⠈⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣀⠀⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠙⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀ ⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀ ⣸⣿⣿⣿⡿⠉⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠉⢿⣿⣿⣿⣇ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢹⣿⣿⣿⣷⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣀⣾⣿⣿⣿⡏ ⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀ ⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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A PLANKTON FAMILY STORY x (By NeuroFabulous) They stepped out of the car, the sand crunching beneath their feet. Chip looked over at Plankton, his heart racing with hope. "Ready?" he asked, his voice tentative. Plankton nodded, his antennas lifting slightly. "Let's go," he said, his voice still tight. But there was a hint of excitement in his eye, and Chip felt a glimmer of hope. The beach was relatively empty, the waves rolling gently onto the shore. Karen gave them a beach ball and sat down, watching her family with a mix of hope and trepidation. Chip tossed the ball to Plankton, his eyes searching his dad's antennas for any signs of discomfort. They were slightly elevated, but not as tight as they had been earlier. Plankton caught the ball with unexpected grace, his antennas twitching with concentration. He threw it back with a soft chuckle, his arm moving in a fluid arc. The ball sailed through the air, catching the sun's glint before landing in Chip's outstretched hands. Karen watched from their picnic blanket, her heart swelling with pride. It was a simple game, but it was a bridge between them, a way to connect without words. She saw the tension in Plankton's shoulders ease slightly with every catch and throw, his antennas swaying gently with the rhythm of their play. Chip's laughter was like music, his movements uncoordinated but earnest as he tried to keep the ball in the air. Plankton's eye followed the ball, his antennas twitching in time with the breeze. The beach ball arced through the sky, a bright spot of color against the azure backdrop of the ocean. Plankton's gaze never left it, his focus unwavering. When it reached its peak, he lunged, his arm snapping up to meet it. The crack of the ball against his hand echoed in the salty air as it soared back towards Chip. Sand flew up around his feet as he took a step back, bracing for the impact. The ball hit his hands with surprising force, but he managed to keep it in play. Plankton's antennas waved slightly as he watched, his eye flicking from the ball to Chip and back again. His movements were precise, almost robotic, but there was something undeniably graceful about the way he played. It was as if the beach, the waves, and the wind were all part of a grand symphony, and he was the maestro conducting it with the flicker of a smile. Chip, on the other hand, was a flurry of awkward limbs and enthusiasm. He stumbled and tripped, but never lost his determination. With each catch, his smile grew wider, and his laughter grew louder. He was discovering a new side to his father, one that didn't need words to express joy. Their volleys grew longer, their movements more in sync. Plankton's antennas swayed with the rhythm of their game, a silent testament to his enjoyment. Karen watched from the picnic blanket, her heart full. For the first time in a long while, she saw a genuine smile on Plankton's face, one that wasn't forced or fleeting. But then, Chip's laughter grew too loud, too abrupt, and Plankton's antennas snapped back, his body tensing. Karen's smile faltered, knowing what was coming. "Oh wow!" Chip exclaimed as he made an impressive catch, his voice booming across the beach. Plankton's body jerked at the sudden noise, his eye widening in surprise. For a moment, Chip didn't notice, his excitement clouding his judgment. But then he saw Plankton's antennas flatten against his head, a clear sign of distress. His heart sank as he realized his mistake. "Sorry, Dad," he said quickly, his voice softer. "I didn't mean to..." Plankton's eye blinked rapidly, his antennas quivering as he tried to regain his composure. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice strained. "Just... just don't do that again." Chip nodded, his own smile fading as he saw his dad's distress. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the excitement bubbling inside. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice softer. "I didn't mean to..." But Plankton had already turned away, his antennas drooping as he stared out at the sea. Karen's eyes met Chip's over his shoulder, a silent message of understanding and reassurance. She knew her son had meant well, but the sudden loudness had triggered discomfort, risking sensory overload. Chip felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He knew he had to be more careful, more mindful of his father's needs. He took a deep breath, trying to push down the urge to apologize again. Instead, he opted for a gentler approach, his voice low. "Dad, I'm sorry," he said, stepping closer. "Let's sit for a bit?" Plankton's antennas twitched, his body still tense from the sudden sound. He nodded, his eye not leaving the hypnotic dance of the waves. Chip followed his dad's gaze, the apology still lingering on his tongue. He swallowed it down, knowing it wouldn't help now. Instead, he sat down next to him, leaving a respectful distance between them. He watched as Plankton's antennas slowly began to rise, his breathing evening out. The waves continued their rhythmic dance on the shore, and Chip focused on their soothing sound, hoping it would calm his father as well. He knew Plankton was sensitive to noise, and he had forgotten in his excitement. He vowed to do better next time, to remember his dad's boundaries.

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GREAT CHIP x (Autistic author) Chip flinched, his eyes wide with fear as the toaster bounced off the fridge, landing on the floor with a clatter. "Dad, please," he begged, his voice trembling. "You're scaring me." "Good," Plankton says. "Then maybe you'll understand that this isn't a joke!" He picks up another object, a jar of jellyfish jelly, and hurls it across the room. It explodes on the wall, the sticky substance oozing down like a rainbow of pain. Karen steps closer, her voice calm but firm. "Plankton, enough," she says, her eyes never leaving his. "This isn't helping anyone." Plankton's antennae quiver, his body still shaking with anger. "How can you say that?" he says, his voice shaking the room. "How can you sit there and act like everything's fine, when your 'son' thinks he can just 'fix' me?" Chip felt his heart plummet, the weight of his father's anger a heavy rock in his chest. "Dad, I never said..." he began, but Plankton talked over him. "You think you can just waltz in here and tell me what I need?" His antennae thrashed wildly. "You don't know anything about..." Suddenly, Chip's frustration boiled over, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them. "You're right," he spat. "I don't know what it's like to be a failure who can't even take care of himself! I don't know what it's like to be so weak that you have to hide behind your condition! I don't know what it's like to be unlovable and broken!" Karen's eyes went wide with disbelief, her heart aching for her husband, as Chip's harsh words echoed through the room. The room fell silent, the sting of Chip's accusation lingering in the air like a noxious fume. Plankton's antennae drooped, his body slumping slightly. "Fine," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "If that's what you think, then I guess I don't need you." The words hung in the air, heavier than the shattered mug at their feet. Chip felt as if he'd been punched in the gut, the breath knocked out of him. "Dad," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I didn't mean..." But Plankton was already turning away, his antennae drooping as he shuffled towards his workshop. The slamming of the door reverberated through the house, leaving only the steady drip of jellyfish jelly to break the silence. Karen looked at Chip, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. She could see the regret etched on his face, the pain of his own words reflecting back at him. "Chip," she said gently, her voice trembling with held-back sobs. "You didn't mean that." It was a statement, not a question, but her eyes searched his for any sign of disagreement. He looked at her, his eyes red-rimmed and glossy with unshed tears. "But I don't know how to help him," he said, his voice cracking. "I just want to be there for him, Mom. But he won't let me in." Karen's expression was a mix of sadness and anger. She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Chip's. "You don't help someone by making them feel smaller," she said, her voice firm. "You don't fix someone by calling them broken." Chip's shoulders slumped, his eyes falling to the floor. "I know," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "But he's just... so... I just wanted to make him feel better." Karen's gaze was stern, her voice a gentle rebuke. "And you thought hurting his feelings would do that?" She sighed heavily, her eyes filling with tears she refused to shed. "You have to be more careful, Chip. Your words are like bombs when you don't understand how powerful they are." Chip's eyes dropped to the floor, the weight of his mother's disappointment crushing him. "But I just..." he began, his voice trailing off as he fought to find the right words. "I know you're trying," Karen said, her voice softening. "But you can't fix your dad's seizures with a hug or a joke, sweetie. They're a part of who he is, and he's scared. And you, calling him 'unlovable'...that's not you, Chip." Her screen searched his, willing him to understand the gravity of his words. Chip felt his throat tighten, the weight of his mother's disappointment heavy on his shoulders. He knew she was right, that his words had been a knee-jerk reaction to Plankton's outburst, but the pain in his father's eye lingered, a stark reminder of the hurt he'd caused. "I'm sorry, Mom," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own breathing. Karen's face softened, the anger in her eyes giving way to a sadness that was even more heartbreaking. She reached out, placing a gentle hand on Chip's shoulder. "I know you didn't mean it, honey," she said, her voice quivering. "But you have to understand that words can cut deeper than any weapon. And I always love your father, no matter what. That's what you need to do too." Chip felt his eyes sting with the truth of her words. He knew she was right, but the anger and frustration he'd felt in the moment had overridden his usual compassion. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, the weight of his apology feeling heavier than any burden he'd ever carried. "I just..." "Sorry isn't enough," Karen said, her voice trembling with a mix of sadness and anger. "You hurt your father, deeply. And you hurt me." Her hand slid from his shoulder, leaving a coldness in its wake. Chip's eyes snapped up to meet hers, his own filled with a blend of shock and remorse. "I didn't mean it," he said, his voice small and lost. "I just..." Karen's expression was a thundercloud of disappointment. "You didn't mean it?" she echoed. "But you said it, Chip. And those words are like a knife in the heart, and you know his amplified emotional response is part of his condition. How do you think that makes him feel when he's already so sensitive?" Chip's eyes dropped to the floor, his cheeks burning with shame. "I know," he whispered, his voice tight with regret. "I just... I didn't know how else to help, he's..." "Chip, you're old enough to understand that sometimes, there's nothing you can do to take someone's pain away," Karen said, her voice firm yet filled with sadness. "But you can't make it worse. You have to be there for him, without making it about you." Her words hit Chip like a slap in the face, his cheeks burning with the sting of truth. He'd never thought about it that way before, his own hurt feelings overshadowing the gravity of his father's condition. "But what can I do?" he asked, his voice small and defeated. Karen took a deep breath, her eyes still full of sadness. "You can listen," she said, enunciating each word carefully. "You can be there for him without expecting anything in return. You can respect his boundaries and understand that sometimes, he just needs space." Chip nodded, his eyes downcast. "But I want to make it better," he said, his voice small. "I don't want him to feel like he's alone." Karen's eyes searched his, her expression softening. "I know you do," she said gently. "But you can't fix everything, and you can't make his condition go away. Sometimes, the best thing you can do is just be there." Chip nodded slowly, his mind racing. How could he be there for his father without causing more harm? The silence in the kitchen was deafening, the only sound the distant hum of Plankton's workshop. Karen's voice was a gentle guide in the quiet, her words sinking into his soul like a warm embrace.

CHIP ON THE SHOULDERS x (By NeuroFabulous) Rachel's gaze flicks to the x-rays now in her hand, her eyes widening slightly. "Everything looks... mostly good," she says, her voice measured. "But we've noticed something with your wisdom teeth." Plankton's antennae spike in alarm. "What is it?" he asks, his voice tight. Karen's hand squeezes his shoulder, her eyes on Rachel's face. Rachel's eyes scan the x-ray, her brow furrowed. "It appears your wisdom teeth are impacted, Mr. Plankton," she says, her voice soft. "They'll push against your other teeth as we feared." Karen's eyes dart to her husband's, watching the panic flicker across his face. "What does that mean?" she asks, her voice tight. Rachel swallows, her expression sympathetic. "It means, Mrs. Plankton, that your husband will need to see our oral surgeon to have them removed," she says gently. "They can't wait much longer. The surgeon is actually open right now, if... Plankton?" Rachel notices his sudden stillness. Plankton's antennae quivered, his gaze unfocused. "What's the matter?" Rachel asks, her voice filled with concern. Karen quickly explains the situation. "He's autistic," she murmurs. "He can get overwhelmed easily." Rachel nodded, her expression understanding. "Ah," she said, her tone gentle. "Well, let's go slowly. We know that the wisdom teeth are causing problems, and they need to come out. But we can work with you to make it as comfortable as possible. You both follow me to the surgery." They follow Rachel down a hallway, the walls a soothing blue, the floor a muted grey. Plankton's antennae twitch with each step, his eye darting from side to side. Karen squeezes his hand, her eyes never leaving his face. The surgery room loomed ahead, its door open just a crack, a glimpse of gleaming instruments and the smell of antiseptic wafting out. Rachel notices Plankton's anxiety and stops, turning to face them. "Let's go over what will happen during the surgery," Rachel says, her voice measured and calm. "First, let's go in the room and meet our surgeon." Plankton's antennae quiver, his eye flicking to Karen's hand still holding his. She nods, her smile encouraging. "We can do this," she whispers. They enter the surgery room, the coldness of the air making his antennae stand on end. The surgeon, a squid named Dr. McSquinty, greets them with a friendly smile. His tentacles wave in a non-threatening way. "Hi, I'm Dr. McSquinty," he says, his voice a soothing baritone. "We're going to make sure this is as easy and painless as possible for you. I'll take it from here, Rachel." Rachel nods, her eyes lingering on Plankton's anxious form before exiting the room. The surgeon's tentacles move in a gentle, calming wave. "Now, I know this can be a bit overwhelming, Mr. Plankton," he says, his eyes kind. "But I promise we'll explain everything before we do it." Plankton's antennae quiver, his gaze fixed on Dr. McSquinty. Karen squeezes his hand, her voice soft. "It's okay, Plankton," she murmurs. "He's autistic, and sensitive, Doc..." Dr. McSquinty nods, his tentacles waving gently. "I've had patients with special needs before," he says, his tone calm. "We'll take it slow, and I'll make sure to explain everything step by step." Both their eyes searched Plankton's face, his antennae still quivering. "Okay, Plankton," Dr. McSquinty began, his voice calm and measured. "We're going to talk about taking out your wisdom teeth." Plankton's antennae twitched, his gaze fixed on the surgeon's tentacles. Karen could see the fear in his eye. Dr. McSquinty continued, his tentacles moving in a slow, methodical pattern. "We'll use a local anesthetic to numb the area. You won't feel a thing, I promise." He grabs a syringe, which ends up being to much for Plankton. Plankton's antennae shot up, his body stiffening. Karen's hand tightens around his. "It's ok," she whispers. "It's just to help with the pain." But Plankton's gaze remained fixed on the syringe, his breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. Dr. McSquinty notices. "We need to, Plankton. Now, do you know why we need to have your wis..." Plankton's antennae quivered uncontrollably, his eye wide with fear. "Breathe with me, Plankton," Karen whispered, her grip steady. She watched as Dr. McSquinty approached. Yet Plankton's body started to shake, his antennae quivering wildly. The thought was too much, and he uncontrollably began to shut down again. "It's okay," Karen murmured, her voice a lifeline in the storm of sensory overload. "Let's take a step back, Doc." Dr. McSquinty nodded, his tentacles stilling. "Of course," he said, his voice gentle. "Let's talk it through, Karen. Tell me what Plankton needs fo..." But Plankton's antennae were already drooping, his body shutting down again. The fear had become too much. "Plankton," Karen's voice was calm and firm. "Look at me." She waited until his gaze met hers. "We need to do this, okay? For your mouth to feel better." But all that did was make him shake more violently, his breaths shallower. Dr. McSquinty's tentacles stayed still. "How about I show you first?" He gestured to a model of a mouth, complete with wisdom teeth. "This way, Plankton can see without it being a direct threat to him." Karen's eyes searched Plankton's, his antennae still twitching in distress. "Okay," she murmured, her voice tight. "Let's do that." Dr. McSquinty nodded, his tentacles moving to the model. "This is your mouth, Plankton," he began, his voice calm. "And these are your wisdom teeth. First, we'll make sure you're numb, okay?" He pointed. "We'll use a gel that tastes like bubblegum, and then we'll put in a tiny lit..." But Plankton's body convulsed, his eye starting to roll back into his head. "No, no, no," Karen whispered, her voice trembling. "Not again." Plankton's body stilled, his antennae drooping as his mind retreated. "It's okay," Karen whispered, her eyes never leaving his face. She turned to Dr. McSquinty, her voice steady despite her own fear. "We need to find another way?" The surgeon nodded, his tentacles still. "Let's talk about options," he said, his voice calm. "We can try sedation, or perhaps a different approach; we can even anesthetize him." Karen's gaze never left Plankton's shaky form. Dr. McSquinty's tentacles moved in a comforting wave. "Well, considering his sensitivity to pain and the potential for overstimulation, I'd suggest anesthesia. It'll keep him calm, and he won't be awake at all. It's safe." Karen's eyes searched Plankton's form, her grip tightening on his hand. "But he's never been under anesthesia before," she said, her voice tight. Dr. McSquinty nodded, his tentacles waving reassuringly. "It's completely safe," he said. "We'll monitor his vitals closely the entire time." Karen's gaze remained fixed on Plankton's form, his antennae drooping. "Okay," she whispered. "Plankton baby, can you listen to me?" Her voice was gentle, her tone measured. Plankton's eye slowly focused on her screen, his body still trembling. Her thumb traced circles on the back of his hand. "We're going to have to put you to sleep so you don't feel any pain. Can you do that for me?" Plankton's antennae twitched slightly, his gaze on Karen's screen. He nodded, his voice a faint whisper. "Okay." Karen felt the tension ease from her shoulders. "Good," she murmured, her voice soft. "We're going to take care of this together." Dr. McSquinty nodded, his tentacles moving in a slow, calming pattern. "I'll make sure you're both as comfortable as possible," he assured her, his gaze shifting to Plankton. Karen texts Sandy, "Plankton's getting his wisdom teeth out 🦷" Sandy replies, "Good luck! Chip's fine, don't worry 👶💨" The room was prepped, the smells and sounds minimized to prevent overstimulation. Plankton was laid on the chair, his antennae twitching nervously. Karen stood by his side, her hand on his. Dr. McSquinty approached, his tentacles moving with precision. He held up a mask, the sweet smell of gas wafting gently. "This is the anesthesia," he explained. "It'll help you sleep before we put the Iv in. The Iv will continuously administer anesthesia to keep you asleep." Plankton's antennae quivered, his gaze flicking to Karen's screen. She nodded, her smile reassuring. "It's okay, love," she whispered. "You'll be fine." Dr. McSquinty's tentacles moved with a gentle rhythm as he placed the mask on, and Plankton's eye grew heavy. Karen's hand stayed on his, her thumb rubbing small circles into his palm. The room grew fuzzy around Plankton as the anesthesia took hold. His antennae stopped quivering, his body relaxing into the chair. As the world faded to black, his last thought was of Karen's hand in his. A gentle squeeze, and he was adrift.

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CATCH IN MY CHIP x (Autistic author) ♡. ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀs .. Plankton's gaze is unfocused, lost in the storm. His body is rigid, his muscles tense like coils ready to spring. The room spins, the colors a blur Karen's fear a tangible entity in the room. Her hand on his cheek is a plea, a gentle reminder that she's there, that he's not alone. "Look at me," she whispers, her voice a soft mantra. "You're safe." But he doesn't hear her, not really. He's too lost in the sensory hurricane that engulfs him. Karen races as she watches the man she loves drift further away, his mind trapped in the labyrinth of his own making. She's seen this before, the way his autism can swallow him whole, leaving only the shell of a man behind. But this time is different. This time, there's Chip, waking up to his dad's struggle. Her eyes dart from Plankton's panicked gaze to their son's sleepy face, the innocence in his expression a stark contrast to the chaos in her husband's eye. She knows she must act fast, to protect them both from the storm. With a gentle touch, she lifts Chip's hand from Plankton's arm, her movements as soft as a leaf landing on a pond. Chip stirs, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers. The concern in her gaze is a question he doesn't understand, but he accidentally brushes his dad's shoulder as he sits up.. Plankton's body jerks, his single eye rolling back in his head. The room goes dark, the colors swirling into a void. The ringing in his ears is deafening. Karen's hand is a flash, catching him. Her arms wrap around him, supporting his weight as his body goes limp. Chip's eyes are wide with fear, his hand suddenly empty. "Daddy?" he whispers, the word a prayer in the quiet. Karen's eyes never leave Plankton's face, her hand checking for a pulse. She feels the steady throb of life beneath her fingertips, relief flooding her veins. "Daddy?" Chip's voice is a whisper of fear, his hand reaching out to touch his father's arm, but Karen stops him. "Let him be," she says, her tone firm. "He needs space." Her eyes are on Plankton, watching for any sign of returning consciousness. The room is a tomb of silence, the only sound their mingled breaths. Chip nods, his eyes wide with worry. He can see the fear in his mother's gaze, feel the tension in the air. But he trusts her. He has to. Plankton is his dad, and she knows him better than anyone. Chip watches, his own breaths shallow with fear. He opens his mouth to speak, to ask what's wrong, but Karen's hand is swift, silencing his words with a single finger to her screen. The gesture is a soft whisper, a command that he understands without explanation. Plankton's body is limp in Karen's embrace, his antennas still quivering with the aftershocks of his overload. Her eyes are filled with determination, her love for her husband a fiery beacon in the dark room. With gentle care, she lowers his head to the pillow, his body trembling with the last vestiges of panic. Chip's eyes are wide with uncertainty, his hand poised in the air. "Is he okay?" he whispers, his voice small in the vastness of the moment. With gentle firmness, Karen takes Chip's hand, leading him out of the room. "We need to give him some space," she murmurs, her screen never leaving Plankton's form. "He'll come to when he's ready. This only happens when his overwhelm gets him dizzy to the point of passing out, which in itself has only happened twice before. It's part of his autism, Chip." Chip nods solemnly, his fear for his dad mingling with his curiosity about this new aspect of Plankton he's never seen. "What can we do?" he asks, his voice barely audible. Karen squeezes his hand, her screen never leaving Plankton. "For now, we wait. And when he wakes up, we make sure to give him time to recover. No loud noises, no sudden movements." She speaks with a calmness that belies the storm raging in her own heart. They sit together on the edge of the bed, their screens locked on Plankton. Karen's grip on Chip's hand is tight, her knuckles white. She's seen this before, but it never gets easier. "Just wait," she whispers, her voice shaky. "Just wait." They sit in silence, the air thick with unspoken emotions. The sun peeks through the blinds, casting slanted bars of light across Plankton's unconscious form. Karen aches as she watches the man she loves, the man who's been her rock, reduced to this trembling shell. But she knows he's strong. He's survived worse storms than this. Minutes tick by, each one longer than the last. The room seems to hold its breath, waiting for Plankton to stir. And then, slowly, his antennas cease their trembling. His eye flickers open, focusing on the two figures beside his bed. The world is still a blur, his thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. But Karen's face is a beacon, her eyes a port in the storm. He tries to speak, his mouth dry as sandpaper, but only a croak escapes. "I'm sorry," he manages, the words a feeble whisper. His eye meets Chip's, filled with a swirl of emotions he can't quite name. Regret, fear, love. All fighting for supremacy. Chip's grip on Karen's hand tightens, his own eyes reflecting the same tumult of feelings. He opens his mouth, but no words come out. Instead, he reaches out with his free hand when Karen stops him. "Let him recover," she says, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "He needs to process, Chip. Let me talk to him first." With a nod, Chip withdraws his hand, his heart pounding in his chest.

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Luna: Why don't those humans get it?! I will go down there as a human, and try to find some people who believe in love. Bella: *all of the stars in the sky come out to listen to Luna* *song: Love song* Hairy Godmother: I am Hairy Godmother, the narrator of this story. Luna the moon climbed down from the sky, and was now in a kingdom called Hanoveria Luna: Oh! Look at that handsome man, he must be the prince of this kingdom. I must meet him! Jack: *Walking around the garden, I see a strange girl. I must talk to her* Excuse me, miss. I'm Jack, the prince of Hanoveria. Who might you be? Ferocia: *Walking behind Jack* Jack! Jack: *Turning around* Ah, Aunt Ferocia! Luna: *Looks at Jack and Ferocia* I-I'm Luna. It's nice to meet you both. Ferocia: Jack! Stop talking to peasants! We have work to do! Luna: *Smiling* Bye Jack. *song: Love Song (reprise)* Hairy Godmother: *scene change with Hugo the giant now.* Hugo: *As the former king, Hugo, he's quite large and can't control his anger. He is living with the three bears and Jean-Claude. He senses that something is wrong and decides to investigate* I smell trouble. Mama bear: *With a growl* Hugo, you under-baked the cookies. Papa bear: *Looking worried* I think Hugo burnt the cookies. Baby bear: I think these cookies are just right! Jean-Claude: *Trying to calm Hugo down* Hugo, what's wrong? Hugo: *Still angry* Something is very wrong in the kingdom! I can feel it! Mama bear: *Pacing around* I wish we knew what was going on. Baby bear: I wish we could help the humans, but they're scared of us. *song: The Misfit Song* Hugo: *Rushing out of the cave* I must find Jack and warn him about the danger that lurks ahead! Jean-Claude: He won't realize it's you, now that you are a giant. Luna: *Wandering the forest, still thinking about Jack* Oh, why is love so hard to understand? I wish I could just make everyone see it. Tree 1: Look, it's a human! Tree 2: A beautiful one at that. Luna: *Looking up* Oh, hello trees. Tree 1: Hello human! *song: The Tree Song* Jack: *On his horse, riding through the forest* I must find Felicity and tell her how I feel. Luna: *Following Jack from a distance* He's so noble. I wish I could tell him how I feel about him. Felicity: *On her horse, riding through the forest* Where are you going, Jack? I need to tell you something important. Luna: *Hiding behind a tree, watching the scene unfold* Oh, this is interesting. Jack: *Slowing down his horse* Felicity, what is it that you need to tell me? You've been acting strange lately. Felicity: Eunice, your cousin, has been missing. Luna: Eunice? I think she's one of Ferocia's daughters. Jack's cousins... Jack: *Horrified* Oh no, not again... Another one of our family members gone. We have to find her. Luna: *Stepping out from behind the tree* I could help you. I know where she might be. Jack: You do? Luna: Yes, Bella and Stella have been watching her. They might know where she is. Jack: Bella and Stella? You mean the stars in the sky? Narrator: Bella and Stella become shooting stars, and land in the forest. Luna: Yes, they're the stars that care for us. They know where she is. *song: Shooting Star Song* Bella: Jack, we saw Eunice being kidnapped by a group of fairies. They were heading towards a castle. Luna: The castle is guarded by a dragon. You'll need to find a way to defeat it if you want to save Eunice. Hairy Godmother: They arrive at the palace. Felicity: Jack, are you sure about this? Stella: It's the only way to save her. You have to be strong. Luna: I believe in you, Jack. You can do this. Ferocia: *In the castle* This is perfect! I can send The Three Blind Mice, Mickey, Minnie, and Algernon, to kill Jack! MWAHAHAHA! *song: Evil Spies Song* Mickey: Okay. Hairy Godmother: The group arrives at the castle. Luna: Jack, are you ready to face the dragon? Algernon: *Stumbles into Jack* Luna: Oh, careful! The mice are blind, but they can still trip you up. Jack: *Steeling himself* I'm ready. Let's do this for Eunice. Luna: *Taking a deep breath* Alright, here they come. Jack: *Draws his sword* You three will not harm her! Luna: *Whispers* Jack, be careful! They might not be what they seem. Jack: *Faces the blind mice* Mickey, Minnie, and Algernon... You three stand before me. You must know why I've come here. Luna: *Gripping her staff* I'm ready to help you, Jack. Hairy Godmother: The Three Blind Mice, Mickey, Minnie, and Algernon, stumble around, trying to find their way. Luna: *Suddenly, she hears a faint whistle* Mickey, Minnie, Algernon, it's no use! They can't escape their fate! Jack: *Taking advantage of the distraction* Now's my chance! I'll save Eunice! Luna: *She rushes after Jack* Jack! Wait! You don't know what you're doing! Jack: *Ignoring Luna, he continues to run through the castle* I have to save her! Luna: *She chases after him, trying to catch up* Jack, listen to me! They aren't what they seem! They're actually three clever spies sent by Ferocia! Jack: *Still not listening* Luna, please, just stay back and be safe! Hairy Godmother: Jack runs away with Bella and Stella. Minnie: *Still blindly stumbling* Luna, we're sorry about this, but we had to follow orders. Ferocia is planning something big. Luna: I know, Minnie. But I can't let Jack fall into her trap. *She sighs* I have to find a way to stop him. Jack: *Finally reaching the room where Ferocia is holding Eunice captive* Jack bursts in, sword drawn. Hairy Godmother: But Eunice isn't there. Stella: *Rushing into the room after Jack* Ferocia must have moved her! Where could she be?! Luna: *Running after them* Jack, no! Stop! You're walking right into her trap! Jack: *Ignoring Luna, he continues to search the room* I have to save her! Luna: *Finally catching up to him* Jack, listen to me! Ferocia has been playing you all along! She's not here, and neither is Eunice! Stella: Watch out Jack! Luna: *Turning around, she sees Ferocia standing behind them with a wicked grin on her face* Oh no... Jack: *Turns around and draws his sword, ready to face her* You won't hurt her! Luna: *Her heart racing, she realizes that they're trapped* Jack, we have to find another way out of here... Jack: *Ignoring Luna, he charges at Ferocia* I won't let you get away with this! Luna: *She ducks behind a table, looking around for an exit* Jack, please be careful! Ferocia is too strong for you! Jack: *The two spar, their swords clashing loudly* You can't win! I won't let you hurt Eunice! Luna: *She sees an open window, but it's too high up to reach without help* Jack, look out the window! There's an opening, but we need to work together to get out of here! Algernon: *Suddenly, the blind mouse leaps onto the table and grabs Luna's staff, handing it to her* Use this, Luna! Together, we can help Jack! Luna: *Taking the staff, she concentrates on its power, summoning a magical platform beneath them* Jack, jump on it! I'll boost you up! Jack: *He nods, then jumps onto the platform, his sword still clashing with Ferocia's* Go, Luna! Get us out of here! Luna: *She pushes off the table, leaping onto the platform with Jack, and then pushes the platform against the window* Mice, you can climb out now! Jack: *He glances at Luna, a look of admiration and gratitude in his eyes* Luna, I can't thank you enough for helping me. I thought I was going to lose my cousin for good. Luna: *She blushes slightly, looking away* It's nothing, Jack. You're my friend. I'm just glad we were able to save her. *song: Love Song* Bella: Wait, where's Felicity? Luna: Oh, that's right. We still need to find her. She was with Ferocia earlier, so she might still be here somewhere. Jack: *He nods, scanning the room* Let's look for her together. We can't leave anyone else behind. Luna: *They start searching the room, calling out for Felicity* Felicity? Are you here? It's safe now. You can come out. Ferocia: MWAHAHAHA!

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petition to make this an app!! . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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If you see any link(especially discord servers) in this website,𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 click them! !(spread this)⚠️ ⚠️☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★‧₊˚ ┊⚠️₊ ⊹★

[e] ) ) ᴗ͈ ︵ give me a memory i can keep

[e] ) ) ᴗ͈ ︵ give me a memory i can keep creds 2 hmpfh on discord (reupld cuz i forgot)

⸝⸝ [e] shot thru ┆the h4rt 𓂃 creds 2 hmpfh on discord

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