The Lemon Slushie Gang

Picture the scene: You're walking downtown late at night; you're alone, and there's danger at every turn. Suddenly, you hear a faint, rhythmic clicking sound in the distance, rapidly approaching you like a wolf hunting its prey. Your heart stops, you turn, and see a line of silhouettes against the one, lonely streetlight. The snapping ceases, leaving a deathly cold silence, that same silence suddenly broken by a harmonious growl...

"The Lemon Slushies are gonna have their way toniiiiiiiiiight!"