Elara grabbed Mimsy by the collar. “Grapple line, now!”
Elara smiled. The Island in Pigeon Forge was a glittering monstrosity of fake waterfalls, a 200-foot Great Smoky Mountain Wheel, and more fudge shops than God ever intended. It was also, for the last three Tuesdays, their primary target. sky pirates pigeon forge
“Climb!” Elara shouted.
“We don’t touch it,” Elara said firmly. “We’re sky pirates, not monsters. That Wheel is a sacred cow. Now move!” Elara grabbed Mimsy by the collar
Mimsy threw a magnetic ascender. It caught the Iron Carolyn’s hull. One by one, they zipped upward as the Dolly-bear launched a volley of souvenir cups filled with root beer. a 200-foot Great Smoky Mountain Wheel
Elara pulled a small glass cutter from her belt. “Ten seconds, folks.”