One day the flock was resting in a forest when a small man appeared behind them and shouted,
"Boogah Bloom Blam!" Max silently thought words of a bad origin, only to regret her thought when glancing at Angel, who was smirking. The man wore a purple robe and a pointy hat decorated with stars and little half-moon things.
"I am Ridiculous Bibble. I am a wizard," he said,"and I like Pop-Tarts."
Fang was abrupt, dying laughing on the inside.
"Excuse me Midget Whackjob, may I call you Midget Whackjob?" asked Max.
"I don't appreciate your words, girly."
"Yeah, anyway Midget Whackjob, what the heck do you want? I have the Psycho Department at Wal-Mart on hold if you need to get your meds or something."
"Shush your face, you little nub muffin!" he commanded, now extremely ticked off at Max for her sarcastic comments.
"No need to yell. I'm not a stop sign."
"You and your hooligans are banished to, uh, a REALLY BAD PLACE!!!"
He then took a Cherry Pop-Tart out of his robe and began chewing in fury.
"Really bad as in like, Antarctica? Been there, done that. Or bad like your cardboard box?"
He got all red and then took out his wand and said "ABWA CADABWA!"
Fang barely smiled, "He just went Preschool on your butt, Max. You better watch out."
The chubby hobo gritted his teeth and frothed at the mouth. An deranged smile sprouted on his face and a black hole imploded on the forest. Max, Fang, and the unusally quiet and until this point non-existent Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, and Iggy were sucked into a hole and landed hard on a plastic, uh, roof. "What the heck?" said Iggy, "What just happened?"
"Iggy shutup, we've been here for five seconds."
"No, seriously, where are we?"
"I don't know, sweetie, but when we do were all gonna take a turn playing Living Pinata with the crazy hobo."
"I wish I had some gummy worms."
"We're all hungry, Nudge."
"Whoa."
"What?"
"The whackjob sent us to a dollhouse."
"Please tell me you're kidding. A dollhouse?"
"Look down there."
Max looked where Fang had pointed. They were on top a doll house, surrounded by plastic trees.
Everything was over-perfect and creepily, to make a point, perfect. They flew down onto the plastic driveway and walked up the plastic sidewalk to the plastic porch and the plastic door. It looked like a giant Barbie barfed on the plastic forest. They opened the door and stepped inside. There were stairs that went up to the second level of the dollhouse. On the left was a kitchen and the living room. Gazzy immediately reached for the fruit in the bowl on the counter. He grabbed an apple and bit down. "CRAP! Did this fruit join the army?" The fruit was plastic and extremely hard. And Iggy, who had gone upstairs by feeling his way around the walls, shouted from the bathroom, "You cant even go in here!
It's plastic!"
As it turned out, the whole alternate universe what dollhouse plastic. Plastic, plastic, and a little bit more freakin' plastic.
