Disclaimer- Animorphs ain't mine. Only me is mine. I am also not the owner of the paper bag factory.

Author's note: This is my second fanfic and it's the day right after I finished my last one. I have only one review so far so maybe I should remind people to R/R. I had this up a long time ago and I took it down, if you find this disgusting, just stop reading and don't say anything, and don't assume I'm gross all the time

*The Animorphs are walking around an old abandoned paper bag warehouse with one teensy-weensy flashlight. Jake: You making fun of my flashlight?*

Well, then on with the story…

Chapter One

Marco: Jake, what are we doing here in this old abandoned paper bag warehouse that was shut down because there was a gruesome killing massacre involving some old fingernails?

Rachel: Wow….you're more specific than the author…how do you know all this?

Marco: I read the script *he holds up a pile of papers*

Big booming voice: HEY! GIVE ME THAT! *huge hand comes down and grabs the script*

Jake: *talking like nothing happened* Because an amateur fan fiction writer died here and I'm gonna get revenge on his ghost for what he said about me and that frilly pink dress.

Cassie Jake, you were insane at the time…:

Jake: Silence!

Ax: I liked his frilly pink dress. *sidles up beside him and take his arm*

Jake: Huh? *looks down at his arm* Ooooohhhh, get away get away! *he says this in a girly way.*

Erek: *who's just appeared in this fic for the simple reason that I wanted him to…* She's right, Jake, Marco saw you…

Jake: Zipit!

Erek: Would you just—

Jake: Zipit!

Erek: You—

Jake: Zipit

Erek: Th—

Jake: When a problem comes along you must zipit. *makes whipping noise* Zipit good!

Erek: You're like a child—

Jake: Zipit! Spank my butt and call me baby

*all give him the look—you know the one I'm talking about*

Jake: What? I just figured it'd shut you up.

Erek: Well, it worked

Tobias: So were in a warehouse searching for a dead guy's ghost to get revenge just by insulting you with a frilly pink dress?

Jake: Pretty much…

Ax: What is a ghost?

Cassie: They're, like, spirits only they're, like, dead people

Others except for Ax: Yeah *they have that voice where people talk like when they're saying like or dude, their heads are swaying back and forth*

Ax: Ah. We have such things like that on the Andalite home world. They are called nonchychans . (A/N: that isn't supposed to mean anything but then again, what Andalite word does?.) What are you all doing?

Rachel : Just getting high on the scent of the paper bags *all are holding paper bag's up to their noses.*

Ax: Okay…*takes paper bag and puts it to his face* Wow. That's a really cool scent

All except Ax: Yeah…

*Ax is swaying so hard he falls off the edge to the 1st floor*

Ax: I am okay… but I think I may have broken my legs. *stands up and a crunching sound is heard* Ahhhh! Yes, they are broken.

*Ax goes on like the guy from Austin Powers 2 and has picked up his accent also…They leave him and then…*

A/N: I'm leaving you on a cliffhanger because no one will review…no, not really, the second chapter will probably come right after this one.