BANG BANG BANG.

Doodle #17 banged on the door to the Witch of the Hunt. She had kidnapped Doodle #9 and 8!

The entire village was waiting patiently, holding pitchforks and torches, looking as angry as a Doodle could be.

Doodle #37 was just standing by with derpy eyes but also holding a pitchfork.

“Meeeeep—“

The voice of Doodle #9 rang out as a bolt of lightning zapped the roof of that house, probably summoned by the Witch.

Doodle #37 just stood goofily, starin.