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"Super Secret Club: The Cup Card Calamity" by xpninja
In the garden of number forty eight, Rainbow Lane, Neopia Central, stands a tree house. But this is not just any treehouse. This treehouse is the headquarters of the Super Secret Club. It’s Super (of course) and Secret (naturally) and the Club risk their lives on difficult, dangerous missions, like retrieving the ball that fell into Mrs-Jenkins-Next-Door’s garden, and taming the wild Warf that somehow managed to crawl through the hedge. There’s no mission too big, no task too terrifying. They will work tirelessly to ensure that justice prevails in the garden. Until nap time, that is. Late spring is a special time in Neopia Central. A time that creeps up ever so slowly, like a thief in the night. It begins with whisperings on playgrounds, streets, in parks and offices. Out come the cards, hastily swapped beneath desks, and surreptitiously purchased beneath shop counters. Neovision re-runs slip into the schedule, mixed in with past interviews, highlights reels. Shops hold sales on last year’s merchandise. And then, when it can’t wait any longer, Neopia explodes. Posters are tacked on every wall. Bunting bearing the colours of eighteen teams is draped overhead. Stalls selling action figures, child-sized equipment, and colourful kits pop up on every street corner.P>

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