But eventually, The Plimptons had had enough and in a massive spasm, sprang a well-conceived dance-contest, wherein over 8000 brave Flannolians were mortally embarrassed. Among the shamed were Grippy’s favorite pet Whimple, who had gyrated furiously until the end.

  Eventually, a winner was announced: It was her latest and a rather troublesome one for Denny: She wanted to go to Myrthwille. Not just go there, but stay there and study at the laundromat for aspiring ironers in the vast corset-torture facility for thinkers of impure thoughts.

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  This was the purest blasphemy, of course. How could a home-girl do such a thing? Denny couldn't imagine. But what of it? Nothing was going to change. Anyone could see that!