They got about halfway up and Poople looked down. “Can’t that guy make it rain just on Stylus or something?”
“Hey,” Sun-hop pointed upward while yelling downward. “Shoot that dork with lightning, please.”
There were murmurs from down below, and then chanting. A bolt of lightning slashed its way through the sky and crashed into a metal flagpole that stood at the center of the roof.
They climbed further up.
“Not the pole, the dude with the stupid hook hand and the dumb eyepatch.”
Another bright streak of electricity pierced the sky and again struck the metal pole.
They were nearly to the top when they heard a noise like a door being ripped off its hinges by an angry elephant. Moments later, Sun-hop swung one hand onto the lip of the roof and popped his head up.
Standing before him was Stylus, smiling like he owned all the candy bars in the world and holding the metal pole in both hands like a baseball bat. He swung it hard, knocking the stone monkey’s grip off the roof and causing him to plummet toward the ground.
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