Hola, amigo! Okay, this one's quite short, but whatever. I've got all the applications filled out, so suggest a Flock member's response to it! Come on, get reviewing! Or Iggy will invent a form for you, too!
Claimer-that-I-diss: I don't claim. Shocker, I know. Do you think you'll manage to survive?
Third Person POV
Iggy gave a maniacal laugh. This just kept on getting better and better.
He scrolled through the list of forms, smirking as he read their contents. Ever since the Flock had conspired together to humiliate him over that Dora incident, he had been looking for the perfect revenge, and now here it was! There was one for each of the Flock-and Ella and Dr M, too, since they had helped- and with any luck, they would actually believe the ridiculous forms and fill them out! Then he'd have some dirt to dish on them! Ha! That would teach those little traitors to mess with him!
A knock on the door sent him scurrying, interrupting his pleasant daydream of beating the rest of the Flock to death and stomping on their dead bodies. "Ig? Are you in there?" Fang's irritated voice demanded. "Can I have my laptop back? You've been on there for hours now."
"Of course, Fnick." Iggy grinned. He knew how much Fang hated being called that-it was just the first in a long line of tortures. Quickly transferring his files onto a secure database, he handed the computer back to him and delved into bed, already imagining the horrors to come.
Oh, this was going to be so much fun…
Max's POV
"Something's up with Iggy," Fang announced, striding into the kitchen where we were eating breakfast. "I think he's plotting something to do with us. He was acting really weird when I went to see him, and he's been skulking in there all day. You think we should go ask him?"
"Maybe he's still mad at us for laughing about his obsession with Dora," Nudge suggested, waving a piece of bacon in the air.
"Maybe," I said doubtfully. "I still think he was joking about that, though. Total, don't gulp your pancakes."
Total cast me a reproachful look, and carried on nuzzling down his breakfast as though the world was going to be destroyed tomorrow and evil penguins were going to take over all of humanity-or doggity, rather.
"We should try to make it up to him," Gazzy insisted. "It's been too quite lately. No bombs. No explosions. That needs to be fixed. Bismuth's not even that dangerous, Max!"
Bismuth? Now what is that? Probably some explosive they were planning to use. Do I want to know about this?
Probably not, Max. Bismuth can be very dangerous when used improperly. I don't think it's a good idea.
Oh, it's that little Voice inside my head again. You mean you don't have one? You can get them at Target for free, 'cause NO ONE WANTS THEM!
Excuse my little rant.
"Max?" Angel's voice broke through my thoughts. "Iggy's planning something to do with forms, I think. Like applications and stuff. But why would he do that? That's not even a good prank!"
I sighed. "Knowing Iggy, it will be, Ange. So just be on your guard, okay? And don't trust anything he gives you. All clear?"
"Clear!" Nudge agreed cheerfully. The rest of the Flock agreed a little more sluggishly.
Looks like Iggy has finally struck gold…
R&R? Or else the evil penguins will get you too!