Slogann nodded to Trigger's wisdom as well.
"Very good. I think we have our planner 'ere, ey Sly?" his head wounded up to Sly.
"Eh..." Sly hummed.
"Come with us! We'll show you where they'll come to!"
Slogann and Sly dashed back down the hill through the forest. They noticed it was silent...almost too silent...
The Mudokons were gone, and the land hadn't been redone. But caution still needed to be taken.
"Chedder? Uh...Laskar?" Slogann quietly called.
"'Dis way! Over 'ere! Move it, grunts!"
Rattling chains and grouchy voices roared through the parted trees.
Slogann's fur prickled up on his neck. He darted to Sly, who was almost the same way as his Slog. But he quickly and calmly assessed.
"We need to hide, tute' suit," Sly snapped his fingers.
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