The Time Sheep returns with three more drabbles.
The Twelve Are Not What They Seem (Neither Are The Chickens)
“There they are!”
Armed men surrounded Jimmy and Debbie, overwhelming them with force, handcuffing Jimmy and shoving Debbie into a cage.
One man squawked into a communications device. “Bringing them in now.”
Jimmy and Debbie were hauled across the city and taken to a tall chrome building, where they found them face to face with the Twelve Chimps. The guards unlocked the handcuffs and the cage, freeing Jimmy and Debbie.
One simian leaned forward. “So, you have finally arrived. We’ve been waiting.” Then he pleaded, “You have to help us. The chickens are out of control!”
A door burst open…
Clucking About A Revolution
A flock of angry chickens brandishing knives in their beaks swarmed the room, screaming “Death to the Monkeys!”
The guards promptly gunned them down in a spray of laser fire and feathers. Agitated, the chimps jumped around, shouting, “See? This is what we’re dealing with. The chickens are revolting!”
Ignoring the commotion—as Jimmy tried in vain to get more information from the guards and the monkeys—Debbie wandered to the chicken carcasses and munched down a meal. Her inscrutable brain whirred with thoughts and dimensional madness until she abruptly bleated.
Jimmy glanced back in time to see her disappear.
He screamed.
Time Shifting
Somewhere in time and space…
A sheep waved her legs in time to the Blue Danube waltz and floated in sapphire glow of light. Her eyes darted over and around a myriad of images swirling in the void: all futures past, present and yet to come. Utopias, apocalyptic worlds, mundane realities filtered past the nexus as Debbie calculated her options. Two figures stood out in all possible timelines: Dr. Stein and one particular chicken.
The monkeys came and went; only the doctor and the chicken were constant.
The focus must be on the chickens.
Debbie’s stomach rumbled, and she vanished.
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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