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As I stood on the softness warmth sands of thee famous world of Adventure Bay homeland of thee legendary Paw Patrol, my eyes turned to a littles skywatcher as I was walking around barefooted with my usefulness socks tucking into my shoes carrying them in my hands, while enjoying a long stroll on the beachfront, noticing how a calm but gentle breeze ignited a evening sky that lit ablaze where stars… so many shooting stars where speedy velocity; but one space individual wasn’t no star, it was a meteor that instantly caught my attention because it was unlikes the others I’ve indeed witnessed before observing them on the sea in thee safety of the flounder with Captain Turbot, especially this purposeful elegance plummeted to the earth with all a vividly eerie otherworldly feeling as, after, a dramatic impacts a great trail left behind literally being the first to watch as a untidy hole on the beachfront had all a very resounding heart clenching thud once landed knowing a wave of heat which radiated by washing over me drawing me in closer to the impact point.

Thence, for this reason I wasn’t with Captain Turbot this time as I approaching the meteor where curiosity piqued by all meaningful activity to be outstretching my right arm kneeling downs intrigued saw oneself reaching for too make upon a touchable contact with the fractured object that revealed a golden orange-yellowish light beckoning from thee space rock nestled between the sandy dust, realistically this fragment I managed to grabbed pulsing all gently like a heartbeat of a independent consciousness enticing me to rip a piece off; the warmth then vanished into me like a aura of all granted means that ignited an intense unexplainable sensational awe that gives me as I could feel a power surge of the unknown.

Not wanting too attract entire unwanted attention, I bolted as fast as I could with a burst of speed heading towards righteous to the dense woodland forest canopy to simply hideous myself away in a cosy refuge the bordered away from the beachfront landscape directly because I clutched at thee warm glowing fragment tightly after running for a little undercover of silhouettes shadowing fore upon while, before thee heart rate of mine was pounding hard in my chest knowingly soon enough I was on my own hidden out of sights from well beyond thee Adventure Bay Lookout Tower… as the scene takes shape, as thence I stopped to catch my breath & something uncanny began to happen; right on cue without delay.

Aforementioned, the space rock fragment I held tightly in my own hands began to vibrate immediately as by a glowing very brightly proceeded all over me more than zir intense, until shall telepathic explosion occurred because what’s strange was how this meteor struck my own thoughts knowing literal waves what I wanted as a ultimate goal wish, then a suddenness whisperings echoed in my mindset hearing “hello’s there my dearest friend Owen, my name is the Mighty Flow”, which I saw as all a little foreign unfamiliarity especially whence thee magically energy shall forth embodiment binds with me coursing too channels through my body like static electricity from a mysteriously entity that was a indefinable’s one thats touchable upon me, where a gentle surges gushing to wrap around me like tendrils knowing this lighted flame was becoming widespread wherever knowledgeable of gifted promises to grant all power would lead to an instant transformation.

As thee golden orange-yellowish light intensified by a enveloping too process me furthering, I felt an overwhelming vacuuming pull, understanding a level of tension resistance was coming as futile, but a potent currents of ominous force showreel a pungent odour of wherever afoul stench followed that washes all over me being hypnotised over the compel not to gives in; so an all inexplicable rushes straight towards me like a magnificent predator of a beast riding the storm with absolute speeds velocity not seeing the one slightest organism coming out from the shadows that understand one thing as my head was overridden “Flow Fox shall conquer all Owen”… this transformation was a symbiosis encountering & I’m the unluckiest host.

My eyes were being rubbed numerous times knowing I wasn’t all seeing an actual hallucinations, just stood there beginning to see a body reshaping to emergence right before in front of me, sights of a sleek ‘n’ gracefulness beauty in nature as… wait a minute, a plush costume I am witnessing where affixation left my heart too drop with awe-struck where a material adorned with thee colours of inky twilight; meaning this plush individual had rich dark blue & snowy white fur shimmering under the moonlight, turquoise blue eyes plays with mischievous intent blinking wide open, dark blue pawed hands ‘n’ white tipped claw alongside contrast with a dark blue rear paws or feet & not to forget a dark blue tail with a white tip, knowing I’ve unleashed something astray essence I may not have directly understand how to handle a little sneakily Fox thats focussed upon me because this glimmerings reveal a certain all one accessory bedazzle me, a sensory bright blue pulsating light swirling around bringing me closer to the evil side of this unlucky encounter spell because all a locking conversions which was all joyous exhilaration to the plusher Fox, containing an eerie one of a right shoulder badge defining his status for motivational journey for me never to erase.

A one connected friendship began to emerge as Flow’s existence became clear too be merging with me, where taunts are revealed by him “Owen, let our relationship deem too a share experiences togetherness like never before… come closer to me & wear me”, meaning I say “Flow, you look absolutely comfortable too wears”, unaware of what I’m actually getting into, a troubleshooting entity was created to be worn by those who simplest dares to be dream about wishes for something more specials than original; because Flow was a naturally symbiosis reaching out with arms displayed as a hugging embrace I couldn’t imagine to not ignore & his own presence increased those whispers “instead of wanting all a hug, why don’t you Owen try me on ‘n’ wear me”, whichever insistent willingness guides me toward the plushie fabric of thee costume shall forthright embodied a wondrous manifestation of the magic blended to transform my own life.

Flow Fox was all zir embodiments of a very differently kind of life from a very strangeness’s perspectives world because I removed my shoes revealing very sweating ‘n’ smelly white socked feet as this was seen by the symbiosis as a submissive act to get myself prepared for shrouded comfort, knowing a certain extent urge by me wanting to actually try on the plush costume for reals, despite the overwhelming sense of a ominously play that pierces through me ripping my heart out of my chest when I reached out to Flow; then the garment he was adorned with after a littlest hug opened up expressing “a forever hug of loveable nature by thee one shall forth cosy up to me, Owen” & the eyes of the Fox had expressed a different kind of warmth he’s going too deliver more than what I asked for directly.

Snug embraces will make elevation to constrict around me as the softness plush’s fabric had been shimmering like tiniest twinkling little star’s seemingly an endless breezeway that echoes through the night clear sky, because the costume of a symbiosis was fully complete, still unaware though of being full engulfment restrained by something that would’ve fitted my body ownership sizeable ‘n’ height soo perfectly suddenly dawning a new era onto me; as if I was eager to put my sweating smelly white socked feet into thee costume of Flow, upon noticing I felt the plush legs ignited warms that was soo unsettling because my legs would eventually locked inside or internally constrictions furthered my wriggling toes in my white socks directly, & the finals stretch of me now demonstrating both my white socked feet ‘n’ legs are nestled uniformly … then a sinister turn begins as the white stuffing material began a pouring session around my legs taking a independents designed life of its own, engaging in a conversion bond to rightfully so transform me unwillingness to repellent a shockwaves that wasn’t seen entirely on me whatsoever.

However, one thing was surely very amiss I wasn’t picking up on, my white socks that were already sweating ‘n’ smelly felt like the plush white tipped dark blue rear pawed feet of this one unusual because an anthropomorphic symbiosis fox was almost shrinking on my feet like Flow was actually destined to have all motive’s to ensnares me in a conform tailored made attire, hearing a voice of cheesy laughter “get comfortable Owen, our divines play isn’t far away”, pauses as I watch my costume paws really get squelched as the whole heat was rising up where unfolding taunts reveals “I can feel you Owen”, sending me a littlest shiver’s down my spine knowing this Foxy cosplay was indeed cocooning me in his white stuffing material where every pouring glued together my all white socked feet were sticking to adhesiveness which wasn’t even all nice at knowing my lower half embraced an enveloped binding’s that was soo much warm, but suffocation.

As my hands both of them were guided by Flow into the costume sockets to carry on with the transformation or conversion’s, I was more inclined over the bizarreness sensationalism that cause my white socked feet to be glue together now literally preventing me from wriggling my toes with absolute pleasure freedom, despite I wasn’t interested in getting out of thee costume because wanting to wear Flow as a full suit up, unaware too me I didn’t hear as my white socked feet increasing sweating wet moisture ‘n’ becoming potent smellier upons first touchable contact “your essence is my desire Owen, you don’t want to escape me or you’ll zir becoming me”, as the costume chest slowly began to zip up to sealable me furtherance inside the soft skin; knowing the white stuffs material was indeed consuming me like a predator as I tried all my harder to unstick my socked feet from the costume rear paws which was enhancing suctioning adhesiveness, whilst the stuffing’s became thicker ‘n’ stronger each time I was affixed on my own feet being clearly distracted to see the Flows costume chest was complete zipped up closed off my own chance resistance to get out.

Unbeknownst nature, I am now convince awareness alerting that I’m fully inside the one marvellous Flow the one softnesses plush costume feeling thee symbiosis revelations taken place as I felt a sudden change in myself wanting too mischievously play gushing through me, where each failure passing moment of seconds over minutes transcended an alien infinite interactions too be defy’s all logics on how a unusual combination organic being like Flow Fox could possibly override me by taunting express “Owen, while you are playing with my rear snugly paws tap-tap to unstick your, oh, wondrous white warm socks inside, I’ll send the play to you, with you by my side inside internally, & you’re distractions will soon be unnecessary my dearest friend”… the transformation of all a one conversions are igniting all a unwavering intelligences that made Flow even more so stronger ‘n’ stronger interlocking with me with sure easement.

The one thing I say without upon all realising, but Flow heard me anyways “yes I do indeed need to be want this… but honestly my white socks on my feet are a littlest too much warmer in sweating ‘n’ possibly raising the temperatures of increases delightful odour for my nose to love because the moreover snuggles tight the rear paw’s are becoming”, until Flow’s costume one headpiece began to envelope my head as the final part commenced; as looming all whispered reaches a feverishly intensity understanding the whole situation was meant that as I looked at my Foxy gloved hands an unsettling thoughtfulness gesture came over me flushed as I was challenged by this one entity which wants me attempting a rip off that wasn’t even successful because all the heavier-weights from the internal white stuffing material that pressed against me soft in a very good huggable embrace, I couldn’t helped myself deniable was all cosiness was destroying my autonomous identity, leaving me as an eclipse of my once former existence.

As Flow’s headpiece was covering three-four quarters of my own head, there was a slight resonances voice beckoning to say “let’s become all one lifeform Owen”, which this Foxy was sealant’s my entire life fate in a very strange softness plausible plush costume where darkness was more apparent as the mischievously playing eyes where visibly placed onto my eye sockets seeing thee world through Flow; until one message came through as the headpiece ‘n’ body clamped down in place firm without any warning’s to tell, while the zipped to button tightest on my chest, as a whole voice exceeds beyond expectations to me, a message that sends eerie feelings down me “become one, be one & let’s all entwine as one Owen”, as I became fully aware the construction encasing me as a magical binding that surpasses more than just a mere fabric ‘n’ stuffing especially when the density continues to wrap around my legs… well more around my white socked feet more squeezable because this grew ever-so constriction’s locking me within Flow’s grip of depths burying me aliveness.

While I was cocooned in the murky disorientation darkness were visibility was rather difficult to measure in comprehensions define or achieve accurately because mascot plush costumes like these deducts the wearers sense or mine in fact removing of sight from understanding movements all on a carefulness level because, by now Flow’s Foxy symbiosis embrace’s ability is intimacy renewed each time onto me pressing upon forth with what’s considered all a transformational experience, as his eyes where blinking wildest with playfulness pleasures intensity, where I’m in a poor certainty confinement, as this one entity had all independently creations of freedom while I’m trapped unable to fight back… which I didn’t all want anyways; then whispering become a crescendo of laughter echoing in the recesses of my mindset especially when the white stuffing material muffle words so I couldn’t hear them properly.

And which a final squeezes from the white stuffing material made by Flow to keep me awake ‘n’ distractions by all means pulsation produced from thee plush costume will only combine all a leading character to possessing all levels of born consciousness slipping away from my grasps of energy as this one Foxy becomes me… entirety showcases how under forty-five minutes two differentiate lifeforms had by chance too interwoven togetherness’s changing course timeline itself by reshaping thee fabrications of time in the endless universe of planetary formation stars by interchangeably a host body to create a uniquely anatomical structure ‘n’ shape to which shall be fitted accordingly with successive finesse; furthers evidence complicates this distortion of one’s own brain altering a vulnerability position that allows this symbiosis too uses my white socked feet as the perfect weapon.

In this new formed existence, I was more than a costume wearer, a little puppet in Flow’s plush symbiosis gameplay were ethereal one entity shall forth be combining to blend magic with aliveness consciousness resulting in a unique independent creationism’s of bedazzling playfulness in all what’s known mischief, revealing an entirely embodiments of seeking adventures is yet to emerge for me unable to imaginings being not in control of the outcome, the entrapped or cocooned one; understanding the knowledge of my own previous life becomes a mere whisper in the depths of white stuffing materials pouring more ‘n’ moreover constantly pattern to form a leading barricade for me than non breakable was a matter of reality setting motion.

Thence, Flow darted into the forest habitat, leaving a small silver blurring streak of sheer brilliances in all mystique, harnessing the magically energy that leaves an entire omen for his one universe to transcend where all explorations had only just begun; stopping at a secluded forest pond extends a littlest distance because this Foxy knew a major barrier obstacle had only one choicest too be made, lead with the elegances prowess from thee mighty meteor to seek a destiny with me as a possession playtime’s companion not a mere one host or compensate thee fragment as a souvenir providing endless pleasure in creatively expression opportunities, yet whispers of caution stepped into this all newfound awareness that Flow wasn’t about beauty… only domination.

With each snap of Flow’s rear paws cushioning my warm socked feet pressing against the forest floor grass showcase all gleaning missions intently with a glints from his sharpest turquoise eyes, I was surprised how this one Foxy could navigate throughly a new world in Adventure Bay soo much better suited to make idealistic decisions about adapting to an increasingly complex landscapes or environmental situations where he was treading all ssh silently ‘n’ swiftly very carefully not too gain upon attention from the eyes of the humans world foretelling something has arrive yet because as one interconnected organism, me ‘n’ Flow has to immersed in the mind tapestry of adventures awaiting for us both to fulfil our’s desirable dreamscapes or too seek a quest for understanding on what rebirth might entail.

Upon which thee dreams where becoming all blurring zir oblivion because those who’re apt named leader Ryder, Chase, Marshall, Skye, Rocky, Rubble & Zuma theses legendary pups, combining with the other residents that live in their homeland Adventure Bay would at least be realising a non longer a destination for paradise retreat; it was rather becoming a ominously realm fulfilments with locked gates too whisperings undefined secrets blending realities into one major fabrications, just waiting for a gorgeous Flow all a symbiosis to make a cunning move like a swiftly Fox too uncover a new era.

As forthcoming, early morning began to rise as the nautical clock changed to lighting up the skies a vividness blue, when Flow Fox decided to seek shelter for a little while resting in an underground burrowing hill that’s well out of sight from the waking world above knowing as I donned the plush headpiece I struggled to removes when trying to shift thee secure character locking mechanism, all but a shudders coursed through my own body, not just ominously darkness fading my eyesight as I already couldn’t navigating the plush costume already; but a sudden strangeness pulses started too quickly radiates from the pouring white stuffing materially that was in position as wellness cocooning or entombing me from the first beginning upon contact leaving now me sealed every singles second Flow was playing or toying with me because this may not of been an ordinary fabric costume, but representing mascot that had all independent essences connecting his too my very realism connections in liked by having his own level of playful intentions I couldn’t sincerely stop.

Eerily true voice from thee master shall forthright overrunning my head “welcome Owen!, I am you, but you’re me now as thee one marvellously playfulness’s Flow Foxy”, resonating echoes that’re both sultry ‘n’ beautifully sinister crafted because it wasn’t merely a simplistic melody of whisperings; as it came a full on chorus of mischievous sounds planned out for words by leaving nothings is laughter pulsing rhythmically in my owner thoughts that ended to blend with the music perfectly, whence I hears again “you’ll learn to embrace who you’ve become Owen!, your prior all existence is becoming a distant memory too interwoven into me”, pauses with hand gestures that I’m unable to stop, then, “don’t just be the one wearer, become me, Flow the Mighty Fox”… these’s are the only mentions that Flow didn’t want to even harm me, but to invite me to play invitation for a very strange specific dance that binds two organisms together instead.

As morning started to rise, where the sun roses higher in the sky, for me as deceitful as Flow all delightfulness’s meant that a voice broadcasted as menacing, but this would have a very interesting reason “let me tells you Owen about your wonderful socks, those worn white sweaty warm smelly pungently treasures you haven’t changed since trying me on last night & getting sealed inside me; they’re a weapon of goodness’s choicest because they’re not just fabric on your feet, they server as a distraction”, interpreted as… when I or anymore wears a accustomed plushie costume tailored made to fits the exact body shape ‘n’ sizeable mine or your socks are going too be all a sweatiness ‘n’ smells after a certain length timeframe being the costume wearer.

Then, I guessed shuddering to think about repels the soft plushie white stuffing’s material that was all cocooning over ‘n’ under my socked feet remaining in one place tightening the cover squeeze increases the amounts of stickiness preventing me from slipping or wriggling my foot with eases freedom zir around the rear paws of the costume… well I suppose this was becoming a suction cup scenario whence the sensations was both indeed comfortable ’n’ strangeness fascination; understood that Flow’s Imagination was a littles gleeful laugh of chuckling where his own spirit was eager to exert a playful control of confidence over me.

All of a suddenness while I redo a tap-de-tap to repositioning my white coloured socked feet by re-shifting the whole placement on where they’re sitting in the rear paws inside Flow’s costume; this happens all a voice too familiarity “Owen!, why do you thinker’s I enveloped your socked feet first, your distractions is the downfall because the wonderful scent, aroma of your past adventures will eventually become disorienting on you clouding your own escape to leave me & costume behind”, knowing the truthfully attempt to escape the grasp of Flow Fox was seen in my eyes as shall forth a little companionship, because the warmer than warmest lasting sweaty than sweatiest or smellier than smelliest cause the scent will travel upwards riding on the white stuffing materially to linger, putting forth a shockingly waves of my own memories that tug at my desires when I see breaking free as a hinderance rather than I saw this as dream come true.

Further than furthering, as thee white stuffing material pressed at a closest point on my white socked feet & increasing a few cloud effect around me legs literally feeling each beating nature of Flow as thee pressure grew ‘n’ grew igniting a wholeheartedly chance a new world arrived, from what I could calls a squeezable energy whence my socked feet were being caught up by Flow cutting off my own movements within insides the plush costume; though the white stuffing material brought with all zir increasing temperature speeds of radiating humidity heat, the resulted in warmest scents was wrapper around this one Fox as I’m sure being overpowered through scent recognition took place whence this one individual I was wearing continue to spiral the narrative as if this was Flow’s adventure to foretell.

Foreboding the situation where internal pressure combines white stuffing material of Flow insides to fill up, began too form expand around my face & rest of my head like a mesh networking as well before hearing all his muffling voices “now Owen, imagination the sensationalism of softened threads shall forth becoming a mush”, as these words are taunts that’s continues as attempts too move the headpiece was indeed futile of the plushie costume a little bit, when “my white stuffing material Owen will blanketed your mouth from the inside first to securing thee outside second in all double layer binding it closed, leaving you to only one muffler with all an unspoken words to speak or make sounds, shouts to call for help or even cries by yelps whence that wasn’t the wish for you”… as the scene was beginning to change course of direction.

Thoughtfulness of the whole radiation did send a shiver up one’s own spine as the softest white stuffing material of Flow were like tendrils remaining in place as my head was facing entanglement of this internal structure would keep my eyes visible for all shorts while knowing this was a dream come true because this was the only time closest a cold slivering mechanism thing I had gotten to actually possessing my own accustoms character costume which was quite indeed exhilarating for me… in the meantime Flow Fox was a superior individual that wanted to crafting me a cocooning shroud that I have always wanted to have, while obviously living in Adventure Bay, a little creativity was being born.

The density of Flow’s energy in white stuffing material increased then rapidnesses near equilibrium too my nose ascend upwards, overpowering my one sensitivity senses because this Foxy knew pungent odour doesn’t bother me, as I had a sensory pleasure in something’s that other’s would put avoidance’s… not me though because I tried to draw freshly quality of oxygen from the shallow ragged gasps as the soft white stuffing material was zir relentless pressing against my mouth; unfazed by my own desire too take a break from the plush sleek costume wasn’t in Flow’s best interest despite my owners too, too, too much comfort, when, “the longer you Owen remain in my all creation, the more chances I have too take a snuggling duvet cover wraps you away to rightly consume you completely”, understanding by wanting a dreams state plush costume came at a pricey cost.

This one individually symbiosis didn’t want me in terror ‘n’ fear or anything else’s confinement nightmare, but a playful mischievous reckonings about being thee character of Flow I’ve telepathic alls described to present as a good friend or companion to build than just create; that I’ve now become leaving a littlest inquisitiveness curiosity in Flow’s own wake knowing an undercurrent of intrigue wouldn’t deny my love for zir Fox, as, however, “you sees Owen, with each passing moments being comfortable within my plushie reality, the way my two layered material shall be intertwined with your very essence existence literally pulsate rhythmically locking you away from the world of Adventure Bay for good, all a trapped inside & stuck from the outside world”, which show I have no way to deter this one-of-a-kind chance to be cosplaying with creatives freedom of imaginative fantasy.

I could almost feels the excitement in Flow’s delightfulness as he added “as you’re Owen!, merchandising this plushie costume too my advertisement that’ll melding with your own personality, while wetness cements solidifying our ENTIRETY ONE BOND”, as his voice raiser too establishes all same wavered energy reminders, as then enrolled “your white sock by sock, from thread by thread too fabric by fabric ‘n’ material by material willingness to weaves together pulling you deeper into my costume symbiosis of whom I am to be called… thee Mighty Flow shall rise”, which tests at a later stage the teamwork of the legendary Paw Patrol.

As the cycle of life enclosure continues, Flow thee only one shall forth speak now “Owen!, your dearly socks’ will act as both a veil ‘n’ special gift”, only too encounter my own used pair of socks as this one individual Fox will unexpected surprise me with a simply release wave of scent fumes that’ll start too incapacitates me as the symbiosis wearer of this one mighty plush costume letting the internals white stuffing material do thee trick, as I don’t realise on what has hit me, when, “they’ll be entrancing you, luring you to a full attentions in disorientations of your own aromatic Owen, your very natural creation of stink pleasure”, as time progress my own white socked feet has ramped up moisture… wherein a bad sign especially whence wearing a plush conformed costume like Flow.

As my heartbeat races whence I tried to comprehend the levelled implication’s of creating a playfulness symbiosis plush costume & being rise too reborn of a inter-dimensionally world that has been transformed by an ancient infinite foreshadowing silhouette upon Flow Fox, in this cases from the very strange space rocky meteor fragment, until, “this is ours great gameplay we’re going too soon enough twist Owen, let’s get ready”, though theses are the words I’m hearing above the pouring white stuffing materials muffling as this Foxy individual shouted inside my owners mindset, as I knew the plush headpiece continues to outline all deafening sounds so I couldn’t hears with my ears what he was talking about because; the scene shows that Flow was chuckling as leaving’s all echoing travelling like a distant far away melody.

Thence, “Owen!, my dearest friend, you thoughtfulness you were the one superb hero of this one time tale, now transforming to all my glorious conversions to be my quaint sidekick or a companion of all zir fate under my precious paws”, understanding that I’ll find a desire at some point too fights against the his plush costume of Flow bargains way too much for me to handle or forebear reeling I would rather becomes him as all zir newest originality character created by my telepathic mind… from a very different angle Flow had a different visionary in defiant because “well Owen, the more you remain inside my conformity than comfortables in my forever tightening grasp of the white stuffing material will become”, which on my part which was cosy; awaiting to see what happens next.

Thee plush costume of magic enhancement in this material fabric began to be flexing, constricting further… it was the white stuffing material that was actually made responding or react to my owner thoughts too much remained warmer ‘n’ protection, despite being all cocooned up shrouded engulfment by entanglement, knowing each growing sizeable in threads were like a heartbeat pulsating through me as Flow changing transformation gained more power than strength, gradually weakened me with each successiveness zapping it away from me, while thee white internal layers vibrates around my head which resembles a soothing massage technique to keep myself thereby preoccupied when Flow was building ups momentum; where squeezable tensions on my white socked feet with all zir vigorous insistence or aptly greatest insulation.

Subconsciously voices to myself “I’ve chosen the path of my one destiny to enjoy this moment with Flow Fox togetherness”, & this was directly what the symbiosis wanted to rightly hear as “Owen my beloved friend, this proposal is enticing”, especially when his voiced tone became darker, but indeed very clear as I gave Flow fuller swing permission to the adventure we’re going to undertake because the Paw Patrol ‘n’ the legendary pups don’t know what’s going to appear in this story being presented on their doorstep as “embrace our timeline togetherness my Owen, the exploration of adventure, embrace the mischievous thrill will commencement & perhaps your love desires upon me will aligned with mine”, a little pause was so eerie because the whole unknown was around the corner awaiting to be kicked off.

It wasn’t even an awakening terror were fears combining phobias wasn’t the outcome for Flow Fox as he had wanted to ignites, but a sense upon which inquisitiveness’s curiosity that nestling in me that the whole entity saw deep within at the very beginning of this story one encounter because he didn’t want to undergo consume me completely, yet, well anyways, though every part of being in a plush costume was drawn to allures of his unusual magic powers rightly beyond the realms of the meteor fragment that was indeed relentless whispers that called me towards him with an invitation hug to be thee Mighty Flow Fox, not just the material wearer.

Additionally, thee famous Paw Patrol especially Chase, Marshall, Skye, Rocky, Rubble & Zuma led by Ryder will eventually notices my own sudden presence in disappearance because “Owen, this is the Mighty Flow speaking to weaving your own dreams into me as my white stuffing material threads ensnares too snare around you knowing like tendril hooks merger being together we will both discover the ultimate goal of our leadership whence we take over Adventure Bay”, but until then I had too be patiently waits for the mischievous thrill to come right after the zir transformational was completely to Flow’s own happiness, literally embracing my new self worth identity too become Flow the Mighty Fox.

As thee white stuffing materials then’s latch on me as the finalise consume too entanglement is near… but the start as one’s plush comfortable as a costume is becoming an impenetrable barrier to push entirely or even removes because this was a very individual was becoming more ‘n’ more invincible, as this enveloping led to me spiral is new level of difficulty in controlling my disorientations causing me turning to a white flag waving of quieter submissions; the scent however, of my own white socks on my feet has pulsed soothingly changing the white material internal colour to a fungal pattern of green, meaning zir rancidness’s phase coursing to my nose, before a finals on blurring the edges too a bluff smudges of my existence.

Therefore, I’ve accepting the fact that Flow Fox wasn’t a fear too be scared of within these moments where all separation wasn’t in my interest plans whatsoever, but in my mind’s owners thoughts I felt the remnants of myself vanishing to fade away on the breeze fully fledged by how just a cunning marvellously this swiftly Foxy had become, leaving a deep mischievous play ready to weave a cleverness twist in the intricacies by which preparation delve into beings a leading king of Adventure Bay; understanding a trail left behind by all confusion ‘n’ enchantment whenever thee famously Paw Patrol are to learn gradually who’s inside this plush costume imaginable world.

As thee firstly appearance’s of rays ascended when dawns upon sun rises breaking the earths night ‘n’ day routinely rhythm cycle on the horizon, Flow began to be dancing throughly thee trees of elemental motions which in elegance by darting these forest itself leaving nothing but a dark blue & snowy white silhouettes literally littering the air with ever growing mischievously laughters in thee dimensionally shadows allowing zir advantageous breadth of the early morning windiest to blowing these echoes aptly far beyond the enclosed environment of the forest; because all adventurous awaiting now with this Foxy suddenly on thee move, where I was not just a single one puppet, but a observer who is not in control of the Mighty Flow, actually leading or becoming a puppeteer of his own chosen paths destiny by reshaping the wholesome story especially in this mysterious place where my owns white socked feet blending a littlest in identity innermost forever woven into the essence of this strangeness Fox.

After many too multiple hourly dancing around the forestry world homeland, Flow traveled thee early morning to hide swiftly away with me in tow comfortable inside the plush costume because on the field around Adventure Bay saw Ryder playing with his pups, until the Mighty Fox says “look at those who’re in a curse rhythm to encourage a development, Owen”, though under the eye of zir Ryder who’s been watching his beloveds Chase, Marshall, Skye, Rocky, Rubble & Zuma engaged hide ‘n’ seek knowing as the off-duty police pup ever-so vigilant seeking to finding the out of sight individuals spot.. until upon the scene quickly changes indeed to be revealing his acute sensitively nose begins too twitches out of control, then jerking an ear & sniffing the air realising he couldn’t see Flow Fox, but a ominous scent was left behind; right on time was Captain Turbot notifying Ryder ‘n’ Paw Patrol apt something very, very, very quite important, but concerning, especially when Chase was by thee leaders side.

Ryder Response “hello there Captain Turbot, everything alright”, indeed panic surges through the Zoologist expressing “a strange looking meteor rock from space has fallen aptly crash landed on Adventure Beachfront creating a sandy mess, & what’s stranger it’s glowing eerie ‘n’ mysteriously Owen has gone vanished”, this was huge statements of the morning because Chase could here faintly echoes around him; therefore, Ryder then announced “no space meteor is too glowing, no pups too small… Paw Patrol too the lookout”, especially the true beginnings of the storyline’s now enrolments.

As Ryder begins to re-explain the situation to the pups all in their owners uniforms where Chase, Marshall, Skye, Rocky, Rubble & Zuma listening carefully “Captain Turbot has seen a eerie scene on the beachfront, & claimed Owen’s gone missing”, pups gasps in unison, then, as Chase reveals “Ryder I could smell something astray earlier that I couldn’t pinpoint”, & “Yes I did see that, Owen could’ve gone far, but we will find him” as the leader knew I was out there somewhere… behind the scenes however in the vibrant world a littlest dark blue shadowing figure rightly loomed over the horizon, which embodies me knowing all delightfulness sense of the unknown was incredibly well arriving, leaves not just mischief but also challenging awakenings.

Henceforth, arrival at the beachfront saw Ryder ‘n’ the Pups zir is intrigued about the glowing meteor… from at a glancing distance, Flow scurried swiftly quiet through the valleys & streets revealing our newfound power that derived from thee fragment infused with the sensory turquoise bright blueness collar locked or a clamped into place, relishing in all manner of innocence’s pleasure literally outlining the imagination has been created by twisting the web of chaos; thence setting eyesights onto Mayor Goodway & Captain Turbot wanting a anonymous invitation’s to zir play date that has never been soo much betterment when other join, meaning Flow has sets his eyes initially on potential two victims too lures in his gameplay by using complete silence ‘n’ surprise technique once the Paw Patrol are out of the way.

Outright silences of eerie atmosphere was aptly building whence Flow own turquoise eyes observe Chase, Marshall, Skye, Rocky, Rubble & Zuma all discovering thee meteor gave them all superb powers in Mighty Speed leaving blue flash Chase, Red-Hot Paws Marshall, Elegance Pinky Wingspan Skye, Magnetic Field Rocky, Wreck ‘n’ Role Rubble & Morphing Water Zuma, knowings Ryder has signified that his Paw Patrol team has amazing abilities, own to a specific character degree of all of individual skillset… as the playful little pups started too understand how to use their fortune combinations to become all leading superhero’s; Flow witnessing this behind the scene not far away from the impact site says “this meteor rock of shall be mine Paw Patrol, powers aren’t a creative force like mine”; startling teamwork was becoming a compelling story example on how Flow will eventually face.

Anarchy in generals, Adventure Bay would commencing shortest thereafter because two presences appearing Mayor Goodway ‘n’ Captain Turbot were stood outside of Town-hall obliviously to the fact a darken blue silhouette watching in the background leaving a perfectly clear sign that Flow Foxy would sees thee area as his owners dominion over this coastal region to which his leadership shall rise, crafting a swiftly unfolding elaborate strategy too utilise a handmade constructed net he’d conjured from the expansively white stuffing materials of his plush costume; revealing outline of the structure wrapping around me increase the tension of stench potent against my own willpower by indulging in my smelly white socked feet keeping me distracted while his antics playing out.

Thence, it all comes out all of sudden Flow flicked his plush wrist completely surprising Mayor Goodway ‘n’ Captain Turbot is aptly absolute frozen in a suspended positioning sheer shocker-waves literally ensnaring them both immediately, trapping them in a zirs softened by softness shroud that would eventually shrink as time passes squashing them together in a cocooned pod; though their own cries echoes then muffled as the white stuffing materials net binding to decrease snug, relishing the tension between showed by this Foxy charms “my plan worked to perfection, & now Mayor Goodway ‘n’ Captain Turbot you’re strung’s togetherness’s in my gameplay”, leaving a chaos of all sort magic to awaken with glee simmering beneath the surface.

Both Mayor Goodway ‘n’ Captain Turbot were bewildered as their attempts to break free was met with resistance futile; unaware to Flow Fox the panicking maniac he referred to her namesake apt due to the way she breakdowns rapidness, she reached out for a quick communication responses plea that was being washed out by the tightening white stuffing material net, until, Flow indeed all murmuring to me “Adventure Bay is ours Owen, soo much better creative freedom to change the worlds picture & turner it into our reality of paradise”, stills unaware of what’s happening inside the softest pod… a differently story was unfolding at an alarming rate & Flow Fox as a symbiosis with me cocoon’s inside of him would be a zir testaments or a very befallen act to pursue.

Mayor Goodway’s emergency phone call too thee Adventure Bay Lookout Tower, where Ryder picking right straight up“ helping us Paw Patrol, there’s a problem with a strangeness’s plush wanting to take over our wonderful homeland, this is absolutes terrifying a Fox named Flow is causing mayhem & trapped us in a strangest soft prison net thats shrinking at Town-hall, captured well Captain Turbot as well.. help us”, according to Ryder’s expression he was really concerning because while I’m not seen locating or spotted anywhere after a quick search by ground search Chase ‘n’ aerial search from the air by Skye, upon realised a newly individual has arrived here that could put me in a serious situation of danger.

Ryder thence exclaimed “don’t worry Mayor Goodway ‘n’ Captain Turbot, help is on its way”, then a famous line with finger pointing into the air “no Fox is too swiftly, no pup is too small”, opened his pup phone & presses a signalled button to alert the Mighty Pups “Paw Patrol to the Lookout”, followed by all the usual individuals who were Chase, Marshall, Skye, Rocky, Rubble & Zuma in their amazingly newest outfit uniforms, with Chase commanding “Paw Patrol Ready For Action Ryder Sir”, thence Ryder thanked all the pups for arriving quickly “Mayor Goodway ‘n’ Captain Turbot has been captured by a mysterious Fox at Town-hall & he’s needs to be stopped”… via behind the scenes footage Flow was obtaining two more meteor fragments he’d snatched from his detainees to grow into something else with me inside the costume, as a result a new nature was evolving.

As Ryder then continue on “there’s no sightseeing where Owen’s disappearance vanish gone to & I’m hoping he’s fine & safe” apts also “we need to stop Flow urgently before he can be able too zir execute whatever wicked mischievous plans he wants to prevent us with in a playful manner”, leading happily howling of teamwork reinforcements, as, “alright heroics Mighty Pups, Go Go Go”; few moments later however, the legendary Paw Patrol all arrived with Flow symbiosis express with a dark blue tendrils appearing out of his plush costume “let’s get play indeed human & pups together”, until with careful eyes observing from zir Mighty Chase spotted a major design flaw of all weakness to this one Foxy costume.

Perking his ears up with inquisitively enthusiasm, this police pup says to Ryder “I have a little plan” & Ryder says “what thee plan”, forwarded back to Chase “I can disorient Flow with Super Speed first, Skye I need you too create a all bedazzlement’s of all a Pink Whirlpool around him second, Marshall can melt thee tarmac into volcanic black hotter than hottest ooze to trapped by sinking him into the adhesiveness rendering all immobile third, Rocky craft a special vacuum tool or magnetic field to strip thee Foxes chance to escape or resist fourth, Rubble just wreck ‘n’ rolls pushing him backwards fifth & finally Zuma as water morph plays water fights to spray essentially to dislodge the sensory collar as the vital part that’s obviously performing these meteor waves”, & the plan of a Paw Patrol, Flow wasn’t bargaining for a outnumbered six to one.

Chases concern was too Ryder “we need to find out where Owen has gone”, until all eyes where on Flow Fox protruding a magical projectionist sphere like orb in that resonance a hologram pulsing through his special sensory cortex collar system; until a picture is revealed highlighting with me cocooned or aptly buried inside the plush costume being consuming aliveness by thee white stuffing material, as the Fox thence leaning forward to Ryder, then, Flow snatched the leaders meteor powers with evolutionary instincts in expressing in a darkening manner “comes & plays if you’re want Owen back, since he’s, soo, ohh, important too Chase having all a heartfelt lovelies for him”, which ordered by Ryder “mighty pups let’s round Flow up like a horde of sheep”… as the action packed nature reels that determination’s lighted up thee whole teamwork eyes in their astounding mighty uniforms.

The question is whether too what is actually question’s on who’ll be the ultimates glorious winner ‘n’ who’ll be the weakest loser in this playfulness’s competition in Adventure Bay?…. as thee story turns to a suddenness twist when the shouting from Ryder “Paw Patrol To The Rescue” began as howling In unison with each pup fuelled by the urgency of the mission too rescue or releasing me; as Flow sitting there gleefully within the confines of being unable too escape each of the six individuals playing their owner role to immobile creatures like Flow Fox couldn’t either respond or react whence being fully aware that the play changed course at Town-hall knowing a ecological disturbance in the air has trapped the entire symbiosis.

Chase as a Police Pup shows immense trueness strengthens of what leadership prideful service “way ago pups, a uniform that zir Alpha didn’t expect, we’ve got Flow in all vulnerably position, the Foxy is temporarily rendered unable too fight back”, & the Mighty protagonists savoured the moment in their own ranks to keep the symbiosis preoccupied; while Ryder eventually approach Mayor Goodway ‘n’ Captain Turbot in all cautious optimism “once Flow is detached from Owen, you’ll be both relieved to be in released”, then nature actionable packed speeds up to where he, as, Chase exclaims to Skye “slowly move your Pink Whirlpool windiest of all spinning so I can disorientation the core creature for the finalise.

One thing Flow Fox didn’t upon realise, overwhelmed by Chases blue speedy vortex blinding so many brightest creating a perfect activation of supersonic energy racing around him in fast motion, though slow motion saw a kaleidoscope of colour blue, red, pink, green, yellow & orange gushing togetherness’s at once pushing the symbiosis of his own plush hindpaws sending all backwards unstable stance decreasing his aura where shapes ‘n’ shades he couldn’t focus on blasted at his sensitive eyesight “wait a second, what’s happening, my playfulness’s is being zir broken thanks to those pesky little pups”; as I’m the only personhood Flow is now concentration upon after being pushed away & renders immobile paralysed by the supersonic forces swirling him by Chase.

In this instance the meteor that shaped the one Paw Patrol Pups powers adapted to the current ownership’s because Chase says “Zuma, I need you too combines your water morphing abilities to create a sinking vessel of a spinning whirlpool combinations with Skye’s whirlwind energy to create thee perfect whirlpool windiest storm Flow Fox has ever experienced”, &, which’s both Zuma ‘n’ Skye preceded in line communication togethernesses expressed as one leading voice shall resonate “all Mighty Water & all Mighty Wind, are on the way, Chase”, which unleashed a powerful storm hurricane force & swelled swirling wave surge too engulf Flow.

Thanks to thee powerful pups spiralling creationism of a furiously dance led to the combined nature of Zuma ‘n’ Skye continuing on what Mighty Chase originally formed as a blinding superpower of blueness light sent too blindness, then a strengthening galeforce buffeted against Flow that made him now sit on his own backside simply overpowered; clouding his awareness’s further to react… as the scene upon demonstrates how all villainous character an antagonist individual can befallen instantly when’s attempting to override goodness in Adventure Bay.

What’s actually terrifying about whence Flow has been forcefully submitted without choices, as Chase proudly displayed “way ago pups, Flow is all powerlessness”, but the warmth despite the apt wetness of the plush costume; especially the fact a white stuffing material was soggy pressed to my nose as the squeezable force enhances to a strongest suctioning too suffocation because Flow knew to ramp up my smellier white socks on my feet rapidnesses to make me more attractive in rotten terms, where the Paw Patrol was going to finds a way too releases me from this Foxy?, which senses a urge that his presence would be to escapee retreat.

Mighty Chase had then notice Ryder shouting “use your strength glowing net to prevent Flow from running back into the forest”, &, rightly straight on time “ARF energy net surround the Fox”, which showreels in the storytelling can change in a sudden heartbeats, this is one villain was detainee pretty quickest; but behind him all the scenes of his actionable white stuffing materials has stopped flowing by now as he was trying a plunger techniques sucked my thoughts, after being proven wrongful to trying competes against the legendary hero’s of a protection, whence Skye’s whirlwind ‘n’ Zuma’s whirlpool decreased pace knowing flicker of a white flag would be eventually waved, as eyes are on the Fox, as he, Flow once the Mightiest symbiosis was not in control anymore.

Meanwhile, without any doubt of introducing nor spoken words of communication, Marshall came onto the scene next at Town-hall readying his own ultimate weapon; not Super Speed, no way not Super Whirlwind, not closes even too Super Whirlpool… in three, two, one, this Dalmatian pup has a Mighty Powerful of scorching Heat, meaning which is a very blasting or blazing cannons where he slams his front paws to the tarmac with destined authority too the enemy named Flow, as he then express “time to turn up the supertanker on alls maximum heat”, which yelling aiming directly straight for the tarmac beneath this Foxy plush hindpaws & aptly my white socked feet from inside cocooned in thee white stuffing material, where a surprise momentum erupts.

Fore upon Marshall, solidifying the trap meant that thee immense amount of heat radiated outwards from his front paws, causing a sudden burst of steam to disintegrate the entire compacts tarmac surface to softening as it began to transform into an molten mess adhesive layer of sticky glue tar; showcase that now Flow was all caught amidst the rapid sinkage, struggling to break free at knee deep level in the blackness substance that had a burning stench of being ensnared by something the he couldn’t jolt himself out of zir awful game of unfairness play.

With such infuriates frustration on Flow’s own face, he expresses to the one Paw Patrol: the Mightiest Hero’s Tale too securely the victory in this Adventure Bay battlement “noo!, you’ll pay for this”, where shrieking turns into laughter now turn mischievous eyes to Chase saying “Owen is mine now & you can’t releases him”, until which upon Chase responds with complete calmly as enthusiasm sets in confidence “you know what flow, your own sensory collar is your weakness”… as silences from thee symbiosis pretending too play statues wasn’t really working on the Pups neither Ryder because the tar rapid reaction solidified him into a blackening zir hardened rock as he began to hiss ominously, right after Rubble used his Wreck ‘n’ Roll action to make Flow fall to the ground.

Finally, Rocky was indeed the importantly last Mighty Pup in this battlement sequence moment too seize the opportunity to usage an eco drive by delivering a new tool crafted by his magnetic field belt to create a strong force in the magnetic waves to remove his sensory collar from around his neck he’s been wearing, with thee infused meteor fragment as well, knowing Flow was continuing to struggle from the solidification marr of the tarmac leading to aptly anger ‘n’ confusion; at this point this symbiosis was indeed littlest preoccupied, making the dislodge far more easier whence Rocky approached cautiously.

Thanks to the great urge of storytelling, the scene had successes been changing radically ‘n’ dramatically where plots, characters, scene elements & shifting precisely & Rocky the Mighty Magnetic Field used his trusty suction claw crafted from his toolbox, which he was very swift indeed to work hard with extracting the glowing lights piece of where the eyes were more focusing on as all sore thumb standing out directly from redirecting thee eyes from his a turquoise eyes because Flow Fox then went bowed as this plush costume was officially unveiled to be turned off inactive…. as the scene secured a Mighty Diamonds by howling in unison, & Ryder says “Flow is no more, well done everyone”, but the story doesn’t end here.

Few minutes later… after Rocky removal Flow’s sensory collar, a wave of tears gushed whence freedom came as waves of energy surges throughly the air because I felt an incredible puller, as this symbiosis essence melted like water, literally being all separated from the Foxes ominous play of grasp; only to beckon that these white stuffing internal thread-like material that bounded me close to suffocation point, started to loosen their fierce grip, upon which the wholesome host influence began to recede only to reveal the grotesque consequences of being the only wearer of a snuggest plush costume for far to longest, as a nasty surprise was gifted to the Paw Patrol.

Reversals continue as Chase calls out “I’m hoping that’s Owen is alright Ryder, the costume internal mess is very much stinky, but series”, which means Ryder could clearly smell while all watching the noticeable changes taking place, until whispers of concerning “Owen this is Ryder, hang on in there, Chase will be by your side any moment”… as the symbiosis started too disintegrating reveal my own identity underneath; as hero’s of thee story, Rocky gave the meteor infused collar right to Ryder as a confiscation.

Rocky’s voice raises “Ryder ‘n’ Chase let’s get Owen back firstly, before delving into the mystery enhanced version engineering by capabilities of the meteor aftermath”, then almost immediately, a brilliant wondrous light erupted around the sensory collar, before a huge explosion became visible that had been seen by returning the meteor fragment back too light, literally lighting up Adventure Bay like a beacon of where two differently spirits shifted; as Flow, the symbiosis plush costume shedding away like a ghost on the horizon.

In a moment where a burst of energies commenced, all a reunion surrounded me whence Ryder had stated “pups listens up, go to Owen’s side, while’s I go to Mayor Goodway ‘n’ Captain Turbot & help them out”, &, however, after the prison pod of white stuffing material was melted away the two trapped individuals where very indeed grateful for their release; knowing I was gasping for fresh quality oxygen especially returning back to my own original form, because Chase placed his energy net under me too make sure if I fell unstable I had a good landing pad, after the fact oppressive weight had been lifted.

Indeed, I did stumble backwards, I my greenish staining all white socked grotesque feet as well thee stench was rather pronounce especially when I’d touched upon the firms concrete path of solid nature, a familiar warmth on the breeze gently sways coolness of Adventure Bay recalled my thoughtfulness memories once again; thence Ryder approaches me fasts literally hugging me where he reclaimed “Owen, its good to have you back here with us & nows Marshall is on his way with a cosy ambulance for you too rests in being checked out”… the sheer concern from Chase stood by my side, the story leads too all inspirational responses of how theses people named Paw Patrol: Ryder, Chase, Marshall, Skye, Rocky, Rubble & Zuma where the heartbeat of protection, looking out for me making sure I’m safe & have someone their who can make a positive difference in this development.

Therefore, Marshall arrived on thee scene with his ambulance & I was helped in unison when all the Pups howling togethers saying “Owen you belong to the Paw Patrol family”, which makes a very envelope sensation of care when a victorious figures reach out to me especially when sat inside the roomed vehicle by looked after by a rescue Dalmatian, then I hear Skye speaking to Chase “I’m hoping Owen is okay, he hasn’t spoken all since being released”, until, Marshall says “Arf, X-ray”, &, Ryder “no injuries, no serious damage since the incident, that’s all very strangeness but good”, concerns raised by how the meteor could hold soo much power.

Upon further I make a statement when Ryder was sat down next to me, where mix relief of gratitude ‘n’ confusion flooding into my mindset “I won’t be doing that again”, which means smile of relief on Ryder’s face expressing “Flow Fox was all defeat by the Paw Patrol Mighty Pups, trapped by all light, wind, water, construction, eco & heat, especially sunk in hardens adhesive black tar unable to break free”, which the scene describes for them as ominously static electricity whence Flow originally revealed me inside as the host wearer; then a very word of warning encouragement turned to fear “Owen you did scares us all, we’ll make sure you ‘n’ Flow can’t be reunited or resurrection.

Marshall, drove me back gracefully to the Adventure Bay Lookout Tower, where’d I could rest initially as evening descends because life was beginning to returns back to normal, as Flow left a happy whisper in my ears as a echo “we shall be back togethers again”, knowing the famous Ryder in the story alongside Rocky secured this sensory collar ‘n’ infused meteor fragment in all a toughened containment unit alongside the placements of hanging thee plush symbiosis costume as well’s for the time being temporarily spent when inspections by Rocky’s research would eventually proceed; leaving zir lessons learned over the next levelled consequences of the Foxes actions had on me.

Clarifications from me shows how grateful I was to Ryder ‘n’ thee Paw Patrol “thanks so much everyone, I thought I would never to leave Flow comfortable plush costume”, & of which my rest took me on a little walk around the Lookout Tower with zir in obviously Chase stood beside me as a protective guard or K-9 companion; knowing his paws are too stamp the attentions authority to those who are showing signs of all vulnerability because in my kindred eyes that displayed all the emotions whence I looked upon down at Chase seeing thee world with who I belonged sincerely too as not just my friends, but also my family.

Chase then gentle speaking to me “Owen, you’re part of the Paw Patrol team here, & we will always lend a paw to you whence it’s always needed”, after the reassurance Ryder came to me as we both headed rightly back towards the Headquarters Tower saying “Owen, whenever you’re ready to get accustomed plush costume from a meteor fragment, just yelp for help”, & it was those words that made me realise I should’ve gone to them sooner than later.

In conclusions laughter made our day watching the Paw Patrol in dancer competition playing their favourite game, pup-pup boogie where Chase ‘n’ Skye battling each other, knowing all a forwards future was awaiting me to be reunited back with Flow Fox indeed because out their somewhere he’s out seeking me down: literally understanding a chaotically play shall zirs entwines togetherness that’ll never be overcomes directly because he wasn’t in my eyes a threat, but rather a misunderstood entity who by forging a bond of unusual friendship throughly a symbiosis that grew stronger… the story drifts literally unknowns where Ryder has hidden all the truthfulness from me shall continue to protect the citizens across Adventure Bay.

Finally as the tales end in a black sequence zoning out whisper’s emerge “next time Owen, you’ll see my white stuffing material go on a expansion, pulsating for your return to be reunited with the Mighty Flow Fox”; the end hasn’t come audience, only begun for Owen, you decide in the meantime how I’ll be returning home to Adventure Bay.

The End Or Is This The Ending.