Alfalfa and Shoe: Here Is A Second Chapter, Right Here

Alfalfa kept with the light talk with Shoe as they dragged on through the desert. Oh, Shoe's talking again.
"I think I can see a thing."
"What?"
"I... I can see a thing. Over there."
"How?"
"What?"
"Ho-you know what?"
"Wh-"
"No."
"Alright."
"Alright?"
"Okay then."
"Alright."
"I can see a thing."
"I can see it too."
They looked over the mound of sand and saw a gigantic civilization. The biggest Alfalfa had ever seen, and maybe never see again, depending on how many cities he sees that span across what looked like the whole world. Alfalfa has only seen a handful of cities, but decided that this was earth. Alfalfa was wrong. While everything located in this city is much like what is located in cities on the planet Earth, there are some very critical differences between the people of Earth and the people of Grondon. The difference which we will discover soon.

Alfalfa slowly held up his right hand and looked at it for several moments. He then waved it across his eyes a couple of times. He then did this with his left hand.
"How's it going, Alfie?" Shoe looked up confusingly at Alfalfa, or as confusingly as a shoe can look up at someone. "What are you doing?"
Alfalfa dropped his left arm and shrugged. "I don't know. C'mon, lets get going."
Shoe tried to mimic Alfalfa's hand movements. For reasons sadly obvious, he could not.

At a closer look, the city was fabulous. Buildings sprung up as high as the eye could look, water fountains gracefully spitting water at nearby civilians. It also looked as if a foreign parade was afoot, as there were people in dragon suits running about the streets and Asian music playing to their moves. Everything was regular in this sprawling city and Alfalfa could not be more delighted. He sprang forward very quickly, so excited his feet didn't even realize it had a heavy ball and chain attached to it, and drank as much water as his body could withstand from the fountain.

After thirty seconds of the happiest drinking ever, Alfalfa realized the whole town had become silent. He slowly raised his head to his left, and everyone was staring agape at him. A baby that was previously crying slowly stopped and looked directly at his feet.

He tried to say "What's wrong?" but instead he blurted out a mouthful of water onto the concrete. The baby started crying again. Three police officers pushed their way through the crowd. Alfalfa looked at their feet, and noticed that they were all shuffling and scraping their shoes across the ground. Alfalfa realized that everyone in the town was doing this.

Two of the officers stopped in front of Alfalfa and the third went behind him and handcuffed him. The officer on the right of Alfalfa was looking disgusted at Alfalfa's feet. "Son," the officer on the left talked in a formal but unnerved voice, as if to say 'Everything is under control but my sanity might not be'. "We are placing you under arrest for usage of suspicious black magic." Alfalfa breathed in to scream in outrage, but the cops pushed him over before he could begin, and Alfalfa was out cold. The last things Alfalfa remembered were the cops dragging him on the ground by his handcuffs, the horrified yelling of "They're back! Forget this kid, run!" from one of the cop's voices, and thousands of screaming, footsteps and then doors shutting.

In Alfalfa's subconscious, he could hear cawing.