The Chase - Part 3(aka we going for a record)

Who :Dean and Phil
When : after the shipping forcast
Where : in the "magic Forest"
 
"Why, thank-you Wendy, now its 9 minutes past the hour and time for the  shipping forecast...BUMF" said Dean, hitting the dirt again. "Excellent, back to normal," said Phil, kicking Dean and moving off towards  where Jay had headed.
------ endeth the snip -----
 
The trail of jay was getting colder by the minute.
 
As they were wlaking along, Phil nticed some more rope on the floor. It looked like the rope was the same as the one tying Jay's legs.
 
"Bugger. Now he can walk."
 
"But he can't untie his hands yet, can he?"
 
"Lets hope not. It be harder to cath h...Look out....."
 
A log was starting to fly out at Dean head. It had all the hallmarks of a plebian trap. Phil quickly dived to one side, pushed Dean to the other and fired at the long which blasted into a thousand burning embers.
 
"That was close..." said Phil.
 
"mmf mmf mmmmmf!!!"
 
"Pardon?"
 
There was a sound of a *pop* then Dean stood up, his head covered in dirt.
 
"Thanks you git, you jut pushed my head down a rabit hole, where death awaited with nasty big pointy teeth..."
 
"Pardon , once again...?"
 
Dean brushed the dirt of his face. "A Rabit bit my nose..."
 
Phil started to laugh.
 
"Come on, lets keep going. We still gotta find jay before he reaches the others..."
 
<< Dean, your tuurn once more >>
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