An Unexpected Invasion of the Insanity Squad
Chapter One: The Beginning Of Everything
Angela: Okay, so this is the first chapter of the first story of our series, Called The Adventures of the Insanity Squad, also including Charisma Green, aka NinjaWithImagination. Go Ninja! I originally posted this on my account, AngelofGrace96, but it's final destination will be here.
Opal: So have fun, enjoy the chapter, and remember, We're all nuts. Don't blame us if our insanity bleeds into out stories.
Angela: Oi! *tackles Opal* And review!
Angela wandered into her room. Her friends were due to come over any minute now, and she just wanted to get away from her mother's nagging for a bit.
Without bothering to turn on the light, she crossed the room in four quick strides, and flopped onto her desk chair, only to squeak and sit up before turning on the light as she felt something large and soft underneath her.
Angela stood up and checked underneath her cautiously. Sitting there... was a backpack. She stuck her hand in and came out with a slim, stylish touchscreen phone, and an envelope. Angela stared. If her parents wanted to upgrade her phone they definitely would have given her a hint, not to mention they would never buy such an expensive gift for her. Actually, come to think of it, Angela had never seen a phone like this one before. She turned it over, and saw a message engraved on the back.
Angela Rennison, Enemy of the Mary Sues.
What does that mean? Angela wondered as she moved to turn it on, but a rustle beneath her hand distracted her, and she noticed that she was still holding the envelope. She opened it cautiously, images of letter bombs floating in her head.
Don't worry Angela, this isn't a letter bomb.
Angela blinked in surprise. What the hell? Did this letter read her mind or something? Completely confused, but very interested, she read on.
I think it would be 'or something' at this point. Look, to be blunt, I'm you from roughly four or five years in the future. If our designated driver didn't screw up again-
At this point, rougher, more scribbled letters intruded, while Angela felt her jaw drop in astonishment.
Hey! I'm not a bad driver! Tell that to any and every one who steps into your ship, including Susan. Anyway Angela, the point is, the phone is a phone that I got yesterday and it has universal roaming, just like Rose's 'jiggery pokery' phone. Then I remembered being given the phone, today, which, again, should be April the 29th, the night of your sleepover, so we I badgered our driver into letting us me drop it off. To prove I'm me, when you were four, you tried to open all the christmas presents before Mum and Dad could get there, but the only one you opened was a Tellitubbies bath toy which you still have.
Convinced? Yeah, I thought so.
Anyway, have fun, enjoy the adventures coming your way, and keep an open mind! Your friends will have letters too, but don't ask what's in them, it may be quite private. My Opal nearly punched me in the nose and muttered something about 'secret fun' when I tried to sneak a peek, so yeah.
Also, this backpack, although it looks small, is 'bigger on the inside'. It will hold anything and everything you put in it, it will clean clothes if they've been in there for about five minutes, and it will never weigh loads. I can't tell you much, but you're about to be taken on an adventure, so you'll want that solar panel charger you got, loads of clothes with at least one dress - oh don't make that face, you know sometimes dresses are necessary - reeeeeeeally comfortable walking shoes, a light but sturdy frying pan from the kitchen (you know, the small one Mum uses for fried eggs? Yeah, that one). Don't worry, she won't miss it. Teddius, you'll miss him if you don't, your sleeping bag (it's much nicer than what you'll get if you don't) and anything else you think might be useful, including magnifying glass, a torch, rope, your pocketknife, and a compass. Good luck, and have fun!
Angela Rennison, Enemy of the Mary Sues. (Don't worry, that's one adventure you'll find hysterical, Opal was freaking out for weeks afterwards.)
Angela shut the letter and turned the phone over in her hands. It did sound like her, which was interesting, but why? And what adventures?
oOoOoOo
Opal walked into her room to begin packing for the sleepover at Angela's and stopped in the doorway. Something wasn't right. She swept her room with her eyes and spotted a black backpack sitting on her bed and a phone that definitely was not hers sitting on her bedside table. Opal frowned. Her mother would have told her if she'd bought Opal a new phone, and besides, the phone was like nothing she'd ever seen before. It was black, for which Opal was very thankful, and there was a message on the back.
Opal "Koboi" Tyler, Temporal Physics Expert and Possibly the Only Girl Ever to Send At Least Three Different Kings Insane
Opal raised an eyebrow. That was weird. She picked up the letter that had been attached to the phone and carefully unfolded it, wondering if someone was playing a practical joke.
Hello Opal this is not a practical joke.
The hell? Were letters psychic now?
Letters aren't psychic (except for psychic paper) but I am... Well only because I remember thinking that this was a prank when I was you. Okay, I also remember being confused while reading this note so I guess I've confused you a bit. ANYway, the condensed version of events is this.
I'm you from four or five years in the future. Maybe. Our driver isn't great at actually driving (apparently he failed his test...). *glares at said driver* Anyway, I bought this phone which is exactly like the one I have now, which isn't surprising as the phone I have now is this exact phone. Sorry, I'm getting off topic. I... er... convinced our driver to give it universal roaming (read: Rose's phone or Martha's) so now it will call anywhere you want. I probably shouldn't be giving you the phone or the bag because I'm interacting with my own past, but I don't care. I'm doing it anyway. If the universe can cope with Mary Sues (however badly), it can cope with me doing this.
Yes, the bag is from me as well. It's bottomless and it will never weigh more than a kilogram, no matter how much stuff you put in it. I've also discovered that whatever item of clothing you put in comes out clean after it's been in the bag for a few minutes. Don't ask me how it does that, it just does.
I suggest you pack your stuff for Angela's sleepover into it. And don't stop there. Take toothbrush, toothpaste, clothes for cold weather, clothes for hot weather, runners, walking shoes, every single pair of socks and underwear you own, your new phone, the solar powered charger you badgered your mother into getting you when you were twelve (the correct cable for the new phone is in the bag), your headphones, a good book or four (read: entire Inheritance series), a notebook and some pens (read: just bring your pencil case and all the spare pens you have). Oh, and a couple of dresses. You'll need to loo nice at some point. Also bring tea. There won't be much tea where you're going and I know how much you love it (of course I do! I'm you!). A baseball bat (make sure it's the nice, heavy wooden one, not the other one) wouldn't go amiss either. I think Angela told her past self to take a frying pan... And lipstick! The red one! (Don't ask, you'll find out soon enough)
So how do you know you can trust me? How do you know that I'm really you from the future?
Well, here's a few things. I know you just got back from a holiday in England yesterday, and you were forced to spend three hours sitting in your mother's office while she had a meeting today. You have a big poster of Legolas on your wall that you take down whenever your friends are over so that they don't find out how much of a fangirl you are, I know that your nickname is Koboi, I know you have a TARDIS doona cover, a vortex manipulator and the Master's pocket watch. I also know that your mother somehow found you a Labrador sized stuffed toy dragon when you were five and you named it Storm and used it as a pillow until you were twelve (even somehow taking it on the plane to England when you were eight. The hostesses thought you were so cute!). "Storm" is currently sitting on the end of your bed along with a large white pegasus and a large snow leopard.
Opal glanced up to where the silver coloured dragon toy was indeed sitting on the end of her bed with a snow leopard and a pegasus (her three favourite animals). Okay, as improbable as it was, she believed the letter now. It was certainly written in the way she would write something like that and it was definitely her handwriting... She glanced back at the letter and continued reading.
I have to stop writing now as this is getting far too long and Idris and the rest of the Squad are bugging me about taking too long. You don't have to tell your friends the contents of this note if you don't want to, but they've got bags and phones as well... And I think Holly somehow convinced someone to engrave "Brewmaster Bobby Fisherman Fisherman Tank Joe The Eighty Ninth Of The Cenarion Circle The Kingslayer Jenkins Defender Of A Shattered World" on the back of hers... And Angela is an enemy of Mary-Sues as well (that adventure will both scar you for life and make you laugh your head off).
Trust me, kid, your life is about one hell of a lot more interesting.
Opal "Koboi" Tyler, Temporal Physics Expert and Possibly the Only Girl Ever to Send At Least Three Different Kings Insane (the kings will never be the same again)
P.S. I know you're thinking "I'm not a kid", but you're a kid compared to me and you always will be.
P.P.S. The phone has no phone bills due to universal roaming. No more arguments at the Arguments Clinic (more commonly known as Telstra) :)
P.P.P.S. Not to sound vain or anything, but you age really well. :)
P.P.P.P.S. The Valar forgot (forget?) to change you/me completely back to human from one of the adventures you're going to have, so all photos of you/me on the phone will have you with slightly pointed ears. Nothing I can do about it, but I don't care. You won't either when you're me.
Opal frowned and inspected the bag. She found it empty and checked the note again. Where's the cable? she thought. As she thought "cable" it appeared in the bag.
'Cool,' Opal said.
She checked the phone and found the photos mentioned.
I do age well, she thought glad that there was no one around to hear her thoughts, and holy Hades I do have slightly pointed ears. "Your life is about to get one hell of a lot more interesting"... What does that mean?
Opal tossed the letter onto her desk. As she moved to turn away, she noticed a small, extra postscript on the back. Flipping it over, she read it quickly. 'Huh, this could be very interesting' She thought.
Opal checked the date the photos were taken and found that they were indeed taken several years into the future. Including one that looked like it was taken on the set of a Star Wars movie. That was all the proof she needed. Somehow, time travel was possible.
Her mind made up, Opal stood up, grabbed her new bag and began packing.
oOoOoOoOo
Holly wandered into her room, and was about to grab her bag to start packing for the sleepover at Angela's house when she spotted an orange bag with pink and purple polka dots on it, sitting beside a sleek black phone on her desk. "Shiny!" She poked the phone. When it didn't transform into a robot and try to kill her, she picked it up and looked it over.
On the back, it read: Holly Evertide, also known as Brewmaster Bobby Fisherman Fisherman Tank Joe The Eighty Ninth Of The Cenarion Circle The Kingslayer Jenkins Defender Of A Shattered World. It just barely fit.
She turned it back over again, and looked at the bag. it didn't look unusual... Holly stuck her hand inside, mimed that her hand was being eaten by invisible piranhas for a second, then pulled out a letter.
'Ooh, a letter! I wonder if it's from Arthas?' She flipped it open.
Nope, not a letter from Arthas, sorry.
'Whoohoo, I have a psychic mindeating letter! Hear that, Fanta?' Fanta, Holly's goldfish, blew a bubble and swam away.
I'm not a mindeater, and Fanta can't understand you... Yet. I'm you from four or five years in the future. Now, because I promised our means of transport lots of pranks, I know that we're in the right time and place, which means you're about to go to Angela's for a sleepover.
This bag is bottomless-no, you cannot climb inside it - and it will never weigh more than it does when empty. Make sure you pack anything you need to travel the wilds for months on end, so lots of spare clothes, including that one nice dress I know you keep hidden at the back of your cupboard. You need to look nice at one point or another. Also pack rope, matches, things like that. I'm pretty sure Angela and Opal have chargers you can use to recharge this phone, the cord's inside. Thankfully they're very advanced phones, so they only need charging every week or so, even using them 24/7.
Now, go, have fun, and take something large and weaponry, like a baseball bat or a large stick. Bye young me!
Holly Evertide, also known as Brewmaster Bobby Fisherman Fisherman Tank Joe The Eighty Ninth Of The Cenarion Circle The Kingslayer Jenkins Defender Of A Shattered World, greets you Small One!
Holly shut the letter, grinned, and started shoving every piece of clothing in her wardrobe in the bag, including, after a moment's consideration, the hated dress. She also grabbed all the matches her family had (12 boxes, she'd give some to Angela later)five pocket knives (two for Angela), and a cricket bat. Sturdy, but not too heavy. With a grin she shoved the new phone into a pocket, and yelled, "Mum, we're gonna be late!"
oOoOoOo
Cassie walked into her room and saw a backpack with a pineapple on its side and a black phone sitting on her desk. She picked up the phone, turned it over, and read the inscription.
'Cassie Williamson, Minion of the Masteress, and 100% Pineapple,' she read.
"Huh... Ooh, look a note!"
Hi Cassie, I'm your future self. I'm about five years older than you, and don't worry, you didn't fail high school!... I probably shouldn't have told you that... Future knowledge and all that but still.
Cassie squealed and bounced around her room for five minutes, and accidentally threw a book at her sister, Jane's head, before she calmed down and continued reading the letter.
Wow, I was really hyper back then, wasn't I? Anyway, I'm writing this letter to you, because it's very important. Pack ALL of your clothes, a sleeping bag, a torch, a pocketknife, at least one pretty dress, and anything else you'd need to survive in the woods for several months. Don't worry, there are lots of trees to climb. Still, pleeeease pack lots of sturdy clothes and really solid shoes, lots of walking. I know that you'll believe me when you read this letter so I don't need to convince you, but just in case, put your hand into your backpack, and say 'Bob'.
Cassie did so, and as she pulled her hand out, she found a small, well-worn pineapple with small sunglasses affixed to it, and a small sign that read 'Bob the Pineapple' attached to the green 'hair'. Cassie squealed again and continued reading.
Timey-Wimey, as the our driver says.
Aah! Angie's yelling at me to hurry up! The bag is bottomless, so it'll fit everything you need in it easily, the phone will call anyone, anywhere (without signal even) or phone bills, so you can keep calling Piper in the middle of the night. Oh, and your hair is going to get curlier at some point in the future. Bye!
Cassie Williamson, Minion of the Masteress, and 100% Pineapple
Cassie stared at the pinapple, before grinning and running to her wardrobe. She grabbed a few handfuls of the necessary things like socks, then stood back, looking at the rest of her clothes. Pulling out two dresses, she tried to pick one, before giving up and tossing them both in, continuing to do the same until she had nearly half her wardrobe in there.
'That ought to be enough,' she told Bob, setting the bag down next to him. An adventure awaits!
oOoOoOo
Piper dashed into her room, grabbed her bag and began frantically packing for Angela's sleepover. Oh why had she been reading Harry Potter and forgotten to look at the clock?
She pulled her copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows from her bookshelf, causing something to clatter to the floor. Curious, she bent down and picked it up, discovering a very futuristic looking phone with a note attached.
She turned the phone over and discovered a message engraved on the back. Piper Rolling, defender of Lupins dead and alive.
'AHHAHAHA Lupins! Still, it's kinda weird,' she said, opening the note.
Hello me! This is your future self speaking! Yeah I know, unlikely, but hey it's true. I'm just giving you a quick heads up, you're going on an adventure with your friends, though none of you know where you're going- no it isn't Hogwarts. You'll have fun though, I promise.
The phone is from me, and it will call anyone, anywhere, anywhen- no I am not kidding. Opal and Angela badgered our driver into activating what's called "universal roaming", which is how the phone works, even without signal. Also no phone bills, so that's good as well.
Anyway, the bag is also from me (it's on top of your bookshelf. I would have put it on the bed, but I remember it being on the bookshelf, so tough luck). It's bottomless (think of Undetectable Expansion Charms) and it will clean your clothes if they've been in there for a few minutes.
Pack all your clothes (including at least one nice dress), sturdy and comfortable walking shoes, runners, clothes for all weathers, a good book... Everything you might need to survive in the wild (rope, pocket knife, etc) and something that you can use to defend yourself. Opal's taking a baseball bat, Holly's taking a cricket bat, I'm not sure what Cassie's taking, probably a sturdy pineapple, and Angela's taking a frying pan. Yes, you read that right. A frying pan. It's her weapon of choice in the future.
Ummm... I thinks that's it. Opal's writing "War And Peace" to herself, though Angela and Idris are badgering her about it... Oh, Holly just joined them. Anyway, I'm going to go and join them too, so bye! See you in five years when you will magically turn into me! (It isn't magic, it's just time, but still).
Piper Rolling, defender of Lupins dead and alive.
Piper grinned, and reaching up to her bookshelf, started packing.
oOoOoOo
After packing everything that her letter specified, plus some extras, Angela realized that she didn't know how to get it out again. Shoving her hand into the backpack, she nearly screamed in frustration. The inside felt like it should (read: non-enlarged), and there was nothing in it.
"Noo! Now I can't even read that stupid letter!" Angela cried in frustration.
As soon as the words 'stupid letter' crossed her lips, Angela felt a piece of paper under her fingers, and, grinning broadly, she drew the letter out.
"Whoo! I'm the best!"
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Shoving the new phone and letter into her pocket, Angela raced down the stairs. "I GOT IT!'
"Opal, did you get a letter?" Was Angela's first words when she flung open the door, to be faced with an incredibly amused Piper and Cassie.
"Well, we aren't Opal, but we did get letters, bags, and phones." Piper said, heading inside.
"Go on up, I see Opal arriving."
"Opal, did you get a lett- hi Holly- a letter?" Angela demanded in that hyper way of hers. Opal nodded, while Holly bounced inside, patted Coco, Angela's dog, before running up the stairs.
"Wow, this is heavy." Angela muttered, and Cassie appeared at the top of the stairs.
"I HEARD A BACK TO THE FUTURE QUOTE!'
"Shush Cass!"
oOoOoOo
Once they were all settled, Angela pulled out her letter. "Okay, mine said not to ask you guys what your said, but mine has no particular secrets in it, so I'll read, just to make sure we've all got the same sort of thing. She read it aloud, and by the end, they were all giggling, especially Opal.
"Secret fun... ooh, that's what she was talking about! Well... Maybe I shouldn't tell you then?"
"Nope! You have to tell, or we'll hug and tickle you to death!" Angela announced. Opal shrugged. "I'll tell you later."
"You have a Tellitubbies bath toy?" Piper giggled. Angela mock pouted.
"Like old me said, I was four!"
"Who's Teddius?"
"My teddy bear." Angela flushed slightly, daring them to laugh. They didn't.
"Well, lets try it out?" Opal switched on her phone, immediately seeing a shot of a mutinous Opal, and a grinning Angela, both quite older. "Wow, you have pointed ears too Renn!"
"OOH! LEMME SEE!"
"Check your own..."
"Alright." She turned it on, to see a shot of her sleeping, with her thumb in her mouth, being all adorable. Someone had obviously snuck up on her while sleeping. her hair was pushed behind an obvious, but slightly pointed ear. Angela felt her face flush red, and she quickly turned to the contacts page. "Here, can you guys pop your numbers in?"
"Do you have pointed ears?"
"Yeah, now the numbers?"
oOoOoOo
"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!" Holly launched herself at Angela. Angela stepped aside, allowing Holly to land in a large pile of beanbags.
"I win again!" Angela announced.
"Come on you guys, let's get going. Can we watch Lord of the Rings?" Opal interrupted the coming calamity.
"Again?" Angela whined, but she was overruled by the others, who all agreed. "Fine. But guys, we should probably keep these bags nearby, cause they were probably given to us today probably for a reason, probably."
Opal rolled her eyes. "Nice use of the word probably."
"Shut up! Are we gonna watch this film or not?"
Just then, Piper and Cassie walked into the room. Opal stared at their pjs with astonishment and awe. "Well, we must have set the trend…" She muttered to herself.
Piper's pyjamas had a wolf on them, and Cassie's had a sheep. Looking around Opal realized that she had a moose on hers, and Holly had a goldfish. Angela was the only one who didn't meet the trend as her's had apples and banana's on them. As soon as Cassie spotted Angela she grinned. "I'll make mine fruit too!"
Immediately she grabbed a nearby sharpie and started drawing pineapples on her pyjamas. Opal groaned. "C'mon, we're starting the movie. Hop into your sleeping bags and keep your mysterious backpacks close, k?"
"Yes Koboi!" The other four girls chorused, to Opal's disgust.
"Shut it!"
"Yes Koboi!"
"UH! I GIVE UP!"
"Yay!" Cassie highfived Angela. Opal rolled her eyes and turned the movie on.
2 hours later, all the girls were asleep, blissfully ignoring Boromir's death on screen.
oOoOoOoO
Opal woke first, shivering slightly. "It's much colder here than I remember." She commented, slowly opening her eyes. "Woah."
"What's up Koboi? Woah." Angela opened her eyes too.
"I guess this is the adventure we were warned about." Opal said in a low voice, not taking her eyes off the canopy of golden leaves above them, so unlike the suburban bedroom they had gone to sleep in.
Angela bounced out of her sleeping back, extracted her bag from it, then stuffed the sleeping bag in easily. She then grabbed a bunch of clothes out and headed off to change behind a bush, calling "Wake them up for me, Opal!" behind her.
"WAKEY WAKEY RISE AND SHINE!" Opal bellowed, cackling madly when her friends jolted upright with curses.
"Wow, we've apparated to the Forest of Dean!"
"Hmm, don't think so Pip. We'd all better get changed, we are still in our pj's, you know."
"AHH!"
Ten minutes later, the girls were all dressed and packed up, looking around curiously. "So, where are we?"
"Who knows?"
"I DO!" Angela announced, smacking her head into a leaf.
"Shut up Angie." Opal sighed. "Anyone else?"
"Umm… Hi?"
The five friends spun around at the unexpected voice, coming face to face with a tall, gangly girl. She was quite tanned, with chocolate brown hair and bright green eyes.
"Who're you?" Angela bounced over to the girl. "Hey! You got a backpack too!"
"Yeah, it had a note in it that said it was from future me! Or something. There was a phone too… do you have one?"
"We all do. I'm Angela Rennison, That's Opal Tyler, Cassie Williamson, Piper Rolling, and Holly Evertide. Who're you?"
"I'm Charisma Green."
"Cool name!" Piper said admiringly.
"Shush!" Cassie cocked her head. "I hear people talking… and horses, a lot of people and horses."
"Let's go ask them! Maybe they can tell us where we are?" Opal suggested.
"Lead the way!" Angela swept her arm around grandly.
Opal stepped out of the clearing they found themselves in to see a long line of ponies coming their way. "Oh gods." Opal whispered. "There's 13 of them. Thirteen ponies. Angela, do you think we might be in Middle Earth?"
"Yeah, maybe. Hey, Thorin looks like he did in the movie, so I bet its movie version!"
"We're actually in Middle Earth… Oh gods…"
"Don't faint!" Cassie cried.
"Too late." Angela sighed.
Opal collapsed with a thump.
"Is she okay?" Charisma moved forwards but got her foot caught on a tree root and fell over with much flailing.
"Yeah, she's fine, it happens a lot. Weeell, she'll be there for a while. Do you think we should wake her up, or alert the Company so they don't leave without us?" Angela pondered aloud.
"The latter, I think." Cassie decided. "Do they have food? I'm hungry."
"Only you, Cass." Piper sighed. "Let's go ask."
"HI MR MIDGET MAN DO YOU HAVE ANY ROASTED DELICACIES?" Holly yelled at the top of her lungs. Cassie, who had been standing right next to her, actually fell over. Charisma laughed. "I think I'm going to like you guys!" She announced.
Thorin, who had not noticed the six girls next to the path, was actually quite surprised to hear yelling. He turned around, and immediately had two pinecones and a rubber thrown in his face. The only reason Angela, Charisma and Holly were not immediately treated to his Death-Glare-of-Doom™ was that he was too surprised.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Well, I'm Angela, this is Cassie, Piper, Charisma whom I am now nicknaming Ninja because her name's too hard to pronounce, and Holly, and the girl on the floor is Opal. As to why we are here, well, we think we are supposed to join you on your quest."
"How do you know of our quest?" Ori piped up. At the same time, Charisma asked, "Why ninja?"
"Because you're the exact opposite, very clumsy, it seems." Piper told her calmly.
"Oh, okay."
"How do you know of our quest?" Kíli repeated.
"We know all." Piper said seriously, causing Thorin's eyebrow to raise. "Okay, I'll prove it. The hobbit whom you visited last night, Bilbo Baggins, will, come up this lane in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…"
"WAIT! Wait!" Bilbo yelled, running as fast as he possibly could, and waving the contract behind him. "I signed it!" He panted, handing the contract to Balin.
""Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield."
Just then, Opal stirred. "Angie, I had the strangest dream." She muttered. "We got these backpacks, and we went to Middle Earth, and there was this girl, and the Company…"
"Not a dream, Koboi." Angela said smugly, far too smugly in Opal's opinion.
"Aww crap." She sighed.
"So, can we join you?" Cassie asked. Thorin looked at Gandalf, but Gandalf was too busy trying to stop Holly braiding his beard to answer. Balin shrugged. "It is Thorin's decision."
"I don't like it. Six human girls, we don't know anything about, and they haven't signed the contract. No, I apologise, but you cannot come."
"Sexist bastard." Angela muttered, pulling Holly away. Thorin turned to the others. "Give the hobbit a pony."
"Now, wait a second!" Cassie yelled, and when Thorin continued to ignore her, she picked up another pinecone and threw it. Charisma thought this an excellent idea, and threw another rubber. Angela wondered how many rubbers she had, or if she'd packed lots specifically for that reason. Both of their aims were excellent, and the pinecone almost hit Thorin in the eye, while the rubber bounced off his nose. He turned slowly to look at them, and Cassie meeped and hid behind Opal. "Masteress, save me!" She cried.
"NEVER!" cried Opal maniacally. Angela rolled her eyes.
"Move out!" Thorin ordered, riding away without a glance back.
"Are we gonna follow him?" Cassie came out of hiding slowly.
"Duh." Angela and Holly said in unison.
"One question, Genii." Opal interrupted. "They're on ponies, and we're on foot. How on Middle Earth are we going to follow them?"
As if by magic, six horses appeared from behind a tree. Piper nudged Opal. "I guess that answers your question."
As they mounted up and rode away, Opal muttered, "I swear the Valar are mocking me."
Angela: Haha poor Opal...
Opal: Silence, non Minion!
Cassie: You called, Masteress?
Opal: No, now leave us!
Cassie: Yess Masteresss Opal. *leaves*
Angela: So yeah. Updates won't be too frequent, but there is a highly unlikely chance this story will have large, year-long hiatises in between chapters, you you get that for you. Reveiw please, it really inspires us!
Opal: You mean you.
Angela: Yea- Shut up!