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Issue: 382 | 6th day of Running, Y11 |
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| The Adventures of Jake the Explorer!: Part Eight"If you buy something, I MIGHT have a tale for you," the Shoyru said.
by aisha_enchantress110 | | Sky Pirates!: Part Six"I'm sure you are, Mr. Halflook, and I fully intend to pay you," Qin replied. "However, this unscrupulous character has seized the Neopoints I owe you."
by herdygerdy | | A Mysterious Heir: Part SixSyri closed her eyes and waited to be thrown in a cell for the second time today.
by dancer_sakura | | Farside Base: Part Five"Tea-drinking traitor, tea-drinking traitor..." the other members of Farside Patrol taunted...
by freefalldreams | | Her Majesty's Champions: Part FiveThe six Champions dismounted outside the Faerie Palace and bid their mounts goodbye. Sartos muttered, "Here goes nothing."
by saphira_27 | | Cycle of the Moon: Part SevenAs Ganduo walked, he was aware that there was little need to worry. No Neopets were foolish enough to be caught outside in the middle of the Lunar Festival.
by reggieman721 | | An Unlikely Group of Heroes: Part Five"Maybe we shouldn't try the front doors," the Soup Faerie suggested.
by _lapaix | | Outsider Within: Face of Evil - Part Four"I am a blank page. This is my beginning."
by tashni | | A Star-Spattered Sky: Part Three"Such a nice girl," Silver said, shaking his head. "Such a good pirate."
by buds_and_authors | | Regrets and Forgiveness: Part Two"Look out, Lilly!! I'M COMING TO SAVE YOU!!" he bellowed...
by reeses_pet | | Handed in for an English Homework: Part TwoThen, last of all, she had written 'Sorry for what I'm about to do.' My blood ran cold.
by ralph89170 | | Against the Current: Part Two"No, Nash, that's really very brave of you, but it's far too dangerous," Mrs. Green said with a weak smile.
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