When Grammas Attack
The attack had begun! Madam Slorzog marched her army of grannies through town, armed with their arsenal of remote-control pies, flying teapots, killer yarn balls, and other homemade weapons. A large mechanical claw captured fleeing citizens and plopped them into a big cage.
“This is gonna be terrible for tourism!” yelled the mayor.
But we decided to fight back. Jubal did a powerful roundhouse kick and shattered the attacking toxic teapots.
Grampa made a delicious snack of the dive-bombing pies.
Merle ripped the killer knittings to shreds with his razor-sharp cat claws.
“It’s gonna take more than attacking appliances and killer crafts to defeat us!” I yelled as I wrestled a voracious vacuum cleaner.