Just of few images so that those that were not there can experience the tension that was in the air:
Master Mac and Queen Purplewhip exchanging pre-competition pleasantries and words of encouragement.



Queenie is asking Mac to assist her performance by improving here changes of winning. In the spirit of sportsmanship, Mac considers.



Here we have Granny MoMo, once again, wearing a Little Blue Duck costume. I can't quite make out what she is saying.



The totally impartial judge, Lady Z, is practicing her pirouette. As you can see the height is impressive. My comment was in response to a Toon that had just stepped on my toe and is no longer in the picture.




Mac is dancing for the lovely Mrs. Purplewhip. Lady Z can be seen in the background making a derogatory remark about Mac’s dancing style.

So what you all are saying is that bribery works, revenge voting is OK, and Granny MoMo's judging doesn't count? That and yes, Master Mac is a darn good flopper...
Sigh.

Well Master Mac, if I must concede defeat I must. I bow to your flop prowess. You are floppy like no other. The event was a Grand Flop altogether.

Maybe the invisible purple dog will console me. Can I offer a biscuit to the newly freed pup? Will her affections raise my laff boost meter from the 0 to which it has sunk?


PS Orville, I'm proud to take one for the team. The girls as a whole are still the winners! Thank goodness I placed no wagers on this one.

<Mac is sitting in a saloon down in Donald’s Dock, talking to his good bud Orville who is standing behind the bar. Then to his surprise he spies an old acquaintance from across the room.>

Mac: Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
<At that moment Queeny notices Mac and moves to greet him. Speaking to Mac she says>
Queeny: You know what I want to hear. Who are you really, and what were you before? What did you do and what did you think, huh? Are my eyes really brown? And where is my Purple Hat?
Orville: You'll excuse me, my friends. Your business is politics, mine is running a saloon.
<Orville politely dismisses himself form the conversation to assist other paying customers>
Mac: I did not steel your hat. I’m no parasite.
Queeny: I don't mind a parasite. I object to a cut-rate one.
<Queeny starts to interrogate the now nervous duck.>
Queeny: Where were you last night?
Mac: That's so long ago, I don't remember.
Queeny: Will I see you tonight?
Mac: I never make plans that far ahead.
<Queeny is becoming increasingly frustrated. Her attempts to re-acquire her Purple Hat through fair competition were thwarted by the sinister Mac’s bribing of the judges. Suddenly, from seemingly out of no where, she pulls a Squirt Gun.>
Queeny: And remember, this gun is pointed right at your heart.
Mac: That is my least vulnerable spot.
<The shock of this sudden outburst reminds Mac of how he was touched by Queeny’s original selfless act of kindness, which brought him the hat in the first place, Mac continues.>
Mac: You are more deserving then I, for you possess the heart and wit of the perfect toon the creators had in mind when creating this game. Your generosity knows not limits.
<Mac frisbees the highly prized Purple Hat onto the table in front of Queeny>
Mac: Here's looking at you, kid.
<Queeny, happy with the out come of her quest turns and leaves the saloon, heading to parts unknown, but looking quite style’n along the way.>
<Mac turns to Crazy Boo Boo Fuzzysocks and says>
Mac: "Play it again, Sam"
<Crazy looks confused at the little blue duck because his name is not Sam, but plays Mac’s favorite song anyway, a song about Lollipop Kids.>
<Orville brings out his finest bottle of Maine Apple Cider 2006 … ya … the good stuff and proceeds to pour the sad little duck a drink.>
Mac: Leave the bottle if you don’t mind.
<Orville obliges>
Mac: You know Orville, sometimes I think it is more work being sinister and conniving, then to just play honest and fair. I mean, the outcome is always the same anyway, isn’t it.
<Orville smiles, pleased that the little duck finally gets it>
Orville: Mac, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
<Mac begins to drown his sorrows in the bottle of apple cider. The only result of this is he has to run to the restroom a lot.>

*SIGH* Now I'm feeling like a bowl of chopped haggis... Unneeded, unwanted, and soon to be forgotten. WAH!! *woeful tunes wail from the bagpipes*

Awwww!! Group hugs....
You know what to do next Granny! Then might I suggest, we all work together?

Shall we break into a rousing rendition of the Toon Pledge?

On my honor,
I shall do my tooniest,
to defeat the cogs,
from playground to HQ,
to help and not grief,
and to never use Clara on no-lure runs.

<Monkey raises bleary head off table in dark corner of bar. Sure enough, she hadn't left. She hadn't even made it out the door. She had collapsed into a dark booth to drink away her own sorrows and contemplate a life of mediocre toon behavior. Where was that laffboosting pup anyway? Oh right, too young to come to the bar. Upon hearing of a new proclamation, one bloodshot eye stretches open to see a magnificent kilted duck striding in.>

<It's too much to hope for that she might have won, but it is enough to know that one, at least one, duck in the tooniverse believes in her. She slides a couple of bills to the bartender (hoping she won't need them to lure cogs anytime soon) and quietly buys a round for all present.>

<Dignity slightly restored, she slips out the door and returns to her estate - the doodles will do their magic. She waits hoping that her hat, her magnificent purple felt hat, just might be returned.>