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punching the scout master in the nether regions. Marv claimed that it had been a mistake, that the taffy pull had been a bit too much, but the other Webelos knew it wasn't.

They had been putting up with the scoutmaster for weeks now, and it was time to fight back! This final attack would end all their sorrows! That's when their parents showed up...