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||Issue: 550 | 22nd day of Relaxing, Y14
|Barik Von Lupe: 550 Weewoos"I... I... Feathers was kidnapped, and... and... someone took him from me and... and I will never see him again!" |
|Baby Adventures: The Faerie GazetteTreaphie sighed as she looked down at her breakfast plate - it was filled with fresh bunches of broccoli.|
|The 550 Café "Everything," Stevens answered. "You name it, I'll make it."|
|550 Reasons"What are you going to do a comic about?"
"Um, you know, that might be a good thing to think about," I said.
|The Day The NT (Almost) DiedHis arch-nemesis, the evil Doctor Dastardly, must be in his lair, piecing together his latest fiendish plot...
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|Harix5 Finds the ThiefStraight away I know something is wrong. All my things are in exactly the same place, but they are just too neat. |
|Finding the DuskThe sun was beginning to set on what felt like an endless day and the air was filled with the musty scent of the sea. |
|Guilty Conscience"You are under arrest," Brynn said. She paused. "For trying to pick pocket a guard." |
|Battle of the IxiThere were a variety of things Hanso would have preferred doing on a Saturday, none of which included being at the The Hidden Tower for a large celebration in honor of the 550th issue of the Neopian Times.|
|The Little ThingsLuci hated rain with a passion.
She sat lazily on the sofa by the window, one paw resting on her lap, the other drawing mindless patterns...
|Five-Hundred Fifty Little Stars"Shh," she cut him off. "Don't move. There's something in the woods." |
|The Veritable Connoisseur "I also know that you need only fifty more foods in order to get first place in the club, so I decided to send you something that could shorten your list down to forty-nine..."|
|Mission: 550He paced, barking his orders as they came to his head to the purple Grundo sitting nearby. The Grundo frantically wrote...|
|Battle for Meridell - The FallThere is a yelp, a shower of soil—and then I am clinging to the edge, paws in the dust, claws piercing the crumbling ground. |
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"Guilty Conscience" by aria_imp
Brynn blinked. "Did you just try to pick pocket a guard?" "Unnggg," said the thief pitifully. It was a scruffy Ixi. His paws waved like feeble seaweed. Brynn let up a little as Malgan strolled toward them. The hard-eyed Usul watched silently, and Brynn knew that her brain should be babbling protocol at her at the speed of light and that she should be listening to it, but she couldn't stop staring at the Ixi disbelievingly. "Were you dropped on the head a lot as a child?" she said wonderingly...
|Letter from Petpet Consultants, Inc.|
Our firm followed last year's celebrations closely and we were, like many of your guests, disappointed by the low Weewoo turnout. Weewoos can be difficult to attract at the best of times...
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