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The Outback sun beat down on Joe Kangaroo as he pulled his trusty motorcycle to a stop outside the "Leaky Bucket and Bellows," a ramshackle roadhouse that looked like it had been cobbled together from old beer kegs and corrugated iron. He was here for a quick Victoria Bitter after a particularly grueling karate training session with Percy Echidna.

Inside, the air hung thick with the smell of stale beer and questionable meat pies. A gaggle of rough-looking bikers occupied the booths, their leader a gruff platypus named Murray "The Mudskipper" Miller. Murray wasn't your typical biker; when he wasn't leading his gang, the "Clay Mates," he could be found hunched over a pottery wheel, meticulously crafting lopsided mugs.

Joe raised an eyebrow. "Alright, Mudskipper," he drawled, "what's with the pottery obsession? Don't tell me you're leaving the bikie life for ceramics?"

Murray's beady eyes narrowed. "It's an art form, Roo. More to life than engine grease, ya know." Joe's suspicions were piqued. There was something off about Murray's sudden passion for pottery, especially considering the suspicious comings and goings of his Clay Mates.

Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing a group of menacing figures clad in black head-to-toe – the Faceless. A tense silence fell over the roadhouse. The Faceless were notorious smugglers, and it was clear they were here for more than a beer at the Leaky Bucket.

A brawl erupted. Joe, ever the protector of the innocent (and his Victoria Bitter), launched into action. He dodged a flying wrench with a kangaroo hop, then delivered a swift roundhouse kick to a Faceless goon. Percy Echidna, despite being a bit flustered (Murray had mistakenly called him a "hedgehog" moments earlier, much to his annoyance), provided backup with a series of well-placed blocks and jabs.

The battle raged on. Murray surprisingly joined in, despite his pottery proclivities. He used his surprising agility to weave between the combatants, occasionally whacking a Faceless with a stray clay pot. In the chaos, Joe spotted Murray subtly slipping a small, intricately crafted clay figurine to one of his Clay Mates during a particularly intense tail whip that sent a Faceless sprawling.

The tide turned when Joe, realizing the pottery wasn't just a hobby, used his knowledge of the Outback to his advantage. He grabbed a handful of red dust – a known irritant to motorcyclists – and flung it into the air. The Clay Mates, accustomed to the dusty Outback trails, barely blinked, but the Faceless, used to city life, choked and retreated in a coughing haze.

With the Faceless temporarily incapacitated, Joe confronted Murray. "All right, Mudskipper," he growled, "spill it. What's with the clay figurines and these Faceless drongos?"

Murray, defeated, sighed. "Fine," he grumbled. "It isn't about the pots. It's about what's in them. They contain illegal goods courtesy of the Faceless. But hey, a man's gotta make a living, right?"

Joe couldn't deny Murray's point. In exchange for a lighter sentence and a promise to stick to honest pottery, Murray revealed the identity of the Faceless ringleader. With this crucial information, Joe, Percy, and a surprisingly enthusiastic Murray set off into the sunset, leaving the Leaky Bucket a little worse for wear and the Faceless' smuggling operation in shambles. As they rode off on their motorcycles, a cloud of red dust billowed behind them, a testament to another action-packed day in Joe Kangaroo's Outback adventures.

Description
The Outback sun beat down on Joe Kangaroo as he pulled his trusty motorcycle to a stop outside the "Leaky Bucket and Bellows," a ramshackle roadhouse that looked like it had been cobbled together from old beer kegs and corrugated iron. He was here for a quick Victoria Bitter after a particularly grueling karate training session with Percy Echidna.

Inside, the air hung thick with the smell of stale beer and questionable meat pies. A gaggle of rough-looking bikers occupied the booths, their leader a gruff platypus named Murray "The Mudskipper" Miller. Murray wasn't your typical biker; when he wasn't leading his gang, the "Clay Mates," he could be found hunched over a pottery wheel, meticulously crafting lopsided mugs.

Joe raised an eyebrow. "Alright, Mudskipper," he drawled, "what's with the pottery obsession? Don't tell me you're leaving the bikie life for ceramics?"

Murray's beady eyes narrowed. "It's an art form, Roo. More to life than engine grease, ya know." Joe's suspicions were piqued. There was something off about Murray's sudden passion for pottery, especially considering the suspicious comings and goings of his Clay Mates.

Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing a group of menacing figures clad in black head-to-toe – the Faceless. A tense silence fell over the roadhouse. The Faceless were notorious smugglers, and it was clear they were here for more than a beer at the Leaky Bucket.

A brawl erupted. Joe, ever the protector of the innocent (and his Victoria Bitter), launched into action. He dodged a flying wrench with a kangaroo hop, then delivered a swift roundhouse kick to a Faceless goon. Percy Echidna, despite being a bit flustered (Murray had mistakenly called him a "hedgehog" moments earlier, much to his annoyance), provided backup with a series of well-placed blocks and jabs.

The battle raged on. Murray surprisingly joined in, despite his pottery proclivities. He used his surprising agility to weave between the combatants, occasionally whacking a Faceless with a stray clay pot. In the chaos, Joe spotted Murray subtly slipping a small, intricately crafted clay figurine to one of his Clay Mates during a particularly intense tail whip that sent a Faceless sprawling.

The tide turned when Joe, realizing the pottery wasn't just a hobby, used his knowledge of the Outback to his advantage. He grabbed a handful of red dust – a known irritant to motorcyclists – and flung it into the air. The Clay Mates, accustomed to the dusty Outback trails, barely blinked, but the Faceless, used to city life, choked and retreated in a coughing haze.

With the Faceless temporarily incapacitated, Joe confronted Murray. "All right, Mudskipper," he growled, "spill it. What's with the clay figurines and these Faceless drongos?"

Murray, defeated, sighed. "Fine," he grumbled. "It isn't about the pots. It's about what's in them. They contain illegal goods courtesy of the Faceless. But hey, a man's gotta make a living, right?"

Joe couldn't deny Murray's point. In exchange for a lighter sentence and a promise to stick to honest pottery, Murray revealed the identity of the Faceless ringleader. With this crucial information, Joe, Percy, and a surprisingly enthusiastic Murray set off into the sunset, leaving the Leaky Bucket a little worse for wear and the Faceless' smuggling operation in shambles. As they rode off on their motorcycles, a cloud of red dust billowed behind them, a testament to another action-packed day in Joe Kangaroo's Outback adventures.