Mad, Mad Words: The Woman in the Orange Stilettos Part III

     For part I of this story, see here.  For part II, see here.  We wrote this tale using a Mad Libs word list.  For more details about how we came up with our story, see our original Mad, Mad Words post.  I've included our list below.  Feel free to try writing a story of your own using them and let us know what you come up with, either by posting in the comments below or by emailing me at hathaway.amber@gmail.com.

Word list:

*Sweltering

*Acrid

*Zucchini

*Jake

*Neon yellow

*Maddie

*Slipper

*Mirror

*Forks

*Stomach

*Bookshelf

*Gall bladder

*Flashlight

*Pestering

*Willowy

*Dice

*Shallow

*Sweater

*Blocks

*Elongated

*Pennies

     Startled by the sound, she drew in a sharp breath of the sweltering air. An acrid smell reached her nostrils.  She turned around and saw what looked like the remnants of a large zucchini that had exploded. 

     "Jake, hurry up," she thought to herself as she watched the man who had been standing on the stepstool amble across the grass.  She glanced back to the man who was following her and noticed a neon yellow ooze dripping from his hand.

     "So we meet at last, Maddie," he said as he extended his slimy hands toward her. 

     In one of his hands, he was holding what appeared to be a fuzzy slipper.  He reached inside the slipper-like object and pulled out a small compact mirror, turning it toward her.  Maddie ducked out of the way and as she did so, she saw a couple of forks, which she scooped off the ground.  She stabbed them into her opponent's stomach.  The strange man was caught off guard by her actions and as he fell to his knees he uttered the word, "bookshelf."

     She kicked him in the gall bladder.  He then removed a flashlight-shaped object from the pouch.  "Enough with your pestering," he said as he aimed it at her.

     Her willowy frame leapt out of the way as a beam of light narrowly missed her.  Two cubes the size of dice tumbled from his apparatus.  They fell into a nearby shallow storm grate.  He shot the beam at her again and this time it grazed the sleeve of her sweater.  Again, two new blocks clattered to the ground.  She noticed an elongated rod lying just outside of her arms' reach, too far for her to reach in the short amount of time she would have.  With a swift motion, she reached into her pocket and flung several objects shaped like pennies toward him . . .