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The day was bright and sunny, the atmosphere in the neighborhood was joyful... well, except for Home.
Inside Home, Wally stood on a stool with a pen and notepad in hand and a few bills and tax papers in front of him on a table.
Wally was doing his taxes.
There was only one issue.
He had absolutely no money for them.
Wally was panicking, it was already past deadline, IRS agents are totally going to be knocking on his door any day now.
Wally's sweat was forming, pencils were writing and the calculators he had were trying to find mistakes in his calculations that would ease his worries.
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Wally realized the situation was hopeless.
He did NOT want to go to puppet jail, not especially with his (potentially fake) concept art brother inside.
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Wally had a genius idea, he would evade his taxes!
The cheerful puppet took out a cylindrical lighter with floral patterns on it and burnt the papers that were on his table.
*FWOOSH*
The papers went up in flames, with Home creaking in panic at being potentially burnt to a crisp.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
Oh, how convenient, the agents are here!
The IRS agent outside began to shout his name and that he was to open up.
Wally, luckily, had a way to prevent whatever was about to happen.
The painter took out two relatively small sawn-off shotguns, a good amount of shells and the absolute courage he had to have for this.
"Open u-" The agent was cut off with the door slamming into his face, the short puppet walked out of the entrance of Home and aimed one of the shotguns at the agent's face,
and with a click and a following "BANG", the agent's head was blown clean off.
Hey what's the three agents in front of him doing here for plot convenience?
The agents quickly called for back up and took out their pistols, with Wally shooting them from a fair distance away, managing to kill one fo them and injuring the other two in the arms and knees in that order.
More agents came to apprehend him, an agent with a riot shield tried charging at Wally, only to be shot at where protection wasn't available, and as another agent attempted to sneak up on him from behind, Wally throttled his fist backwards and knocked 'em down before promptly being blasted to smithereens.
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After a good while, the neighborhood was full of dead bodies, some were even his friends caught in the crossfire.
And then Wally said something cool after returning to Home after the blood bathlike, "Ha ha ha, I should paint a picture of this, what do you think Home?"
and then home made some silly creaking noises and stuff.
also ojrist made some cool art thank you ojrist
