HIYA GUUUUUYS! How've you been? Terribly sorry for my inactivity. But… YOUR RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.

Melody: Why must you say that?

Me: SHUT UP AND DO THE DISCLAIMER, SWINE!

Melody: *facepalm* Awesome736 claims no characters whatsoever as her own. Spyro, Cynder, Hunter, and pretty much everyone else belong to SIERRA.

A hawk swiftly glided over the horizon, screeching its song of beauty. It glanced down upon the hills and mountains that it's wings gently scanned over, its image of beauty a mark of pride for the fearless bird.

"In the darkest of times, there is-"

"SCREECH!"

"… Ahem… In the dark-

"SCREEEECH!"

"… In the-"

"SCREE-"

Suddenly a fireball shot out of nowhere, frying the poor bird to a crisp.

"SHUT UP! GOD, I hate Mondays… Well since the Author is too lazy to remember what I'm supposed to say, I'll just skip to the main part."

A dragon paw shot out and ripped off the picture of the horizon, therefore making the next scene appear.

Inside, some random, ugly, fatso creatures carrying what looked like the Ark of the Covenant around like they stole it in the dead of night or something.

Their leader, some weirdo fool monster man that looked like he had been hit by a bus, thrown up on, tossed in the oven, and taken out to lead some other monsters, (And that's basically the story of how he was created) who also had very bad anger issues, took a machine gun and shot down one of the soldiers down.

"DIEYOUDRAGONSCU- oh it's just Bob. Uh, STEVEN! Toss his body off the nearest cliff. BENNY! You take Bob's position."

After all that nonsense occurred, they soon arrived in a large, dark, horrifying…

Barbie Malibu Beachouse?

I'm a Barbie girl,

In a Barbie world,

Life is plastic,

It's fantastic!

One of the soldier's eyes melted. "MY EEEEEYEEEESS!" He screeched, collapsing on the ground and hyperventilating.

You can brush my hair, or dress me anywhere!

Imagination, life is your creation!

"NOOO!" The leader yelled. "I DESPISE IMAGINATION! I FEEL SO ANGRY!"

The angered leader threw a golf club at the radio playing the song, immediately smashing it to pieces. When the smoke cleared up, it revealed an orange crystal containing a sexy dragoness, and a weird yellow and purple… Thing.

"What's this?" The leader asked. "MALEFOR SENT US 1,000,000 MILES AWAY JUST TO DISCOVER SOME CRYSTAL WITH SOME RANDOM WEIRDOS INSIDE? I'M SO ANGRY! I MUST SMASH SOMETHING!"

He decided to take all his anger out on that particular crystal. But, as soon as he hit it, it exploded. The leader was thrown back.

One of his soldiers, a chat speaking n00b, yelled, "LOL GUYZ! L00k t dmirl tim! Lik3, OMG, h3 l00ks s0 w3ak!"

Not hearing this, the Admiral stood up. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"I… Don't… FEEL ANGRY! I'M SO JOYFUL!"

"Sir?"

"WE MUST THROW A HUGE PARTY!"

"Sir?"

"AND THERE'LL BE CAKE AND ICE CREAM AND WAFERS AN-"

"SIR! Shouldn't we chain up the dragons?"

"Oh yeah, right. Steve! Open the chest and get those chains on them!"

As soon as 'Steve' saw what was inside the chest, he screamed like a little girl, clinging onto the nearest Barbie chair. "SNAKES! I HATE SNAKES! AND THEY ATE OUR CHAINSM, THOSE MONSTERS!"

The admiral cursed about hating Mondays again, then grabbed the snakes, and finally latched them around the dragons' necks. It was instantly some weird chain thing made of barf magic.

"Latch them to the beach chairs. They'll be awake soon. We can't let them awake before we have a barbecue!"

Never, ever ask me why the heck I did this. Now, a poem:

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Review now,

Or else I WILL KILL YOU!