Ey'! Look at me, look at me! I have returned from the dead!
Double D: I thought You returned from Writer's Blocksville.
That too! So, here's the much wanted sequel to WDDLHH, here it is...
HEY! READ THE ORIGINAL: When Double D Loses His Hat IF YOU HAVEN'T YET! OR ELSE THIS STORY WILL MAKE LESS SENSE THAN IT ALREADY DOES NOW!
Warning: This story will contain very mild violence, pain, people in pain, references to M and T rated games, and explosions. This story is generally not meant to be read by anyone within the year ranges of 0-2, or the year ranges of 60-100. Viewer discretion is advised.
Trouble in Authorsville
Chapter 1: The Low Rider in the Musical Limo
Double D proudly walked outside with a backpack on his... back. Today would be the day he and his friends would go to Authorsville to be thanked for their last adventure. This would truly be a wondrous festivity. A few days before the predetermined date of departure, a pigeon came by with a letter that said that they would leave by magical-flying limo. Normally, Double D would be very critical about it, but considering what had happened when he lost his hat, he thought that authors could have easily invented magical flying limos.
Ed crawled out of his window. Ed put on his usual goofy smile and outstretched his arm to grab a sling-backpack that was rotting and smelled like 400,000 year old cheese. He automatically noticed Double D and waved. "Hi Double D!"
"Salutations, Ed." Double D replied. Ed ran towards Double D, accidentally running him over. Upon realizing his mistake, Ed took several steps back, and peeled Double D off the ground like a sticker.
"You have to be more careful Double D. Those sidewalks are beasts!" Ed said.
Double D put a hand on his now hatted-head. "I'll keep that in mind Ed..."
"Why do I smell oranges... AM I HAVING ANEURYSM?" Ed randomly said.
"My word Ed, your vocabulary is increasing dramatically." Double D said.
"Hey boys!" Eddy said, with a blue sling backpack. "Are you ready for the best field trip ever?"
Ed nodded excitedly.
"So, what do you think that Shakespeare fellow is doing?" Double D asked, wanting to pass the time.
"I dunno." Eddy said simply. "Maybe working on a story. Maybe procrastinating that story. Maybe visiting Authorsblocksville."
"OH GOODIE GOODIE!" Ed yelled. "THE LIMO IS COMING! THE LIMO IS COMING!" He noticed a very fancy, very regal, and for some reason, very pink limousine coming towards them. It pulled over, and a man was inside with a bus driver cap on. He appeared to be a muscular 16-year old, with short red hair, and a brown jacket over his green shirt that said "Rock Star" on it. He wore cargo pants and black sneakers.
"Come on in fellas!" He said, beckoning the Eds.
Ed turned into a rocket and launched himself into the Limo, exploding at one corner, but coming out unscathed. Eddy walked inside the limo in a "cool guy's way," while Double D simply walked in like a normal human being (boring).
"Greeting, bus driver," Double D greeted. "My name is-"
"Double D." The bus driver said. "I know. You guys are like legends back at Authorsville, saving everyone and stuff." Suddenly, that teen's cell phone rang. "Hold up. Yeah mom? Yes, I'm on the bus. No, I didn't get hit by it. Kay, love ya too. Bye." He hung up, and continued his conversation. "So take a seat guys! I'll tell ya a little about Authorsville. The name's Anthon."
The Eds took their seats. The door closed and the limo took off.
Anthon smiled. "You know, since we're in this story, I could might as well tell you about Authorsville... in song!" He pulled an accordion out of nowhere, and suddenly a Southern-Rock band burst from the ground. The band started playing, and somehow the teenager was playing AND driving the limo at the same time. And instead of singing like a Southern Rocker which his band would imply, Anthon was rapping.
You see, Authorsville is a cool little place.
It doesn't matter what is your race.
Cause at Authorsville, we don't judge.
Unless you were this guy named "Pudge."
There's a library bigger than your town!
There's a circus without a clown!
And during the summer people come around,
Just to lose those winter pounds.
At Authorsville, it doesn't matter
Who you like or who you flatter
Or if you're black, or if you're white
It doesn't matter, just read and write!
We got Drama and Poetry,
We got a statue of Double D,
We got Horror, where people bleed
Oh my oh my so much to read!
We got Humor and Action too,
We got stories that involve you,
We got Spiritual and Sci-Fi
So go ahead and say it, we know we're fly!
At Authorsville, it doesn't matter
Who you like or who you flatter
Or if you're black, or if you're white
It doesn't matter, just read and write!
We don't ask for much, just a review
Of our latest, greatest preview
Don't ask don't ask, cause I don't know why.
So give them a review and a vial of dye
So go ahead, and sit back in your chair
I promise you we ain't goin' nowhere!
So open up a fiction about a guy who's lucky,
And laugh and cry and sneeze 'bout it like a monkey!
When the strange boy was done with his song, the Eds clapped for him.
"Great song and everything... but what's this place like?" Eddy said idly.
Anthon walked up to Eddy, and smashed his head with the accordion. Somehow, he never took his foot off the wheel, or eyes off the road. "DID YOU NOT HEAR THE SONG?" He asked derangedly.
"Just like old times, huh Double D?" Ed asked stupidly, refering to Eddy in pain.
Double D nodded with a smile. "It really is like old times..."
Meanwhile...
An evil hooded figure smirked. He suddenly raised a hand into the air to use dark magic to summon evil beings to do his bidding.
The first was a heavily scarred man, dressed in Imperial gold armor with twin demon blades.
The second was a short, bald, sickly scientist with a giant head with his brain pusating. He wore a lab coat.
The third was another man, with a fancy mustache and royal armor. He had a single, two-handed blade in his hand.
The fourth one was a very buff Australian. He only wore his short cargo pants and fisherman's hat, and had chest hair in the shape of Australia as well as a mustache.
The final person was a an anthromorphix Triceratops. He wore heavy, metal armor and had a large battle Axe. [1]
The five looked around.
"I demand to know why we are here." The scarred man said in a deep voice.
"What kind of sorcery is this?" The mustached swordsman asked.
"All will be answered in time..." The hooded man said with a wicked grin.
[1]: I will put the first person who figures out who all 5 of those characters are from onto my favorite authors list. Hint: The first is from an MMORPG, the second is from a TD, the third is from an RTS, the fourth is from an FPS, and the fifth is from a Beat 'em Up Game.
End of Chapter 1
Short, just like the first in the series! :D