Disclaimer thing: ((Well, yeah, the main Animorphs are not my own, I just kind of borrowed them for a bit. The plot is my own. ::nods:: The characters who you-have-no-clue-who-they-are-or-where-they-came-from are my own. ::nods:: And last but not least, the lame jokes are my own. ::nods:: And if this is the worst thing you have ever read, be aware that I have a Dracon beam...))

::Marco, Rachel, Jake, and Cassie are sitting in the barn on bales of hay doing nothing::

Marco: "Well, it's Thanksgiving break."

Jake: "Yep."

M: "And tomorrow we'll be stuffing our faces, and there will be relatives in every nook and cranny of the house, and we'll be going completely insane."

J: "Yep."

Cassie: "I refuse to eat any turkey. It's disgusting and cruel and inhumane. I don't know how you weirdos can do something so... So..."

M: "Disgusting and cruel and inhumane?"

C: "Yeah."

R: "I'm bored."

J: "That's nice."

R: "I wanna go squish some Yeerks! Can we go squish some Yeerks? Please?"

C: "I refuse to kill any Yeerks. It's disgusting and cruel and inhumane. I don't know how you weirdos can do anything so... So..."

M: "Disgusting and cruel and inhumane?"

C: "Yeah."

J: "Didn't we do this already?"

R: "Yep."

J: "Thought so."

R: "Does it even matter?"

J: "Probably not..."

R: ::gets up and begins trying to balance a pitchfork upright on the palm of her hand:: "I'm still bored."

J: "That's nice."

C: "We could always go bake a nice, low-fat, vegetarian casserole of some kind."

M: "Yeah, right. We can fall asleep just fine here, thank you."

C: "Okaaay, then we could help our parents clean."

J: "Vegetarian casseroles are more interesting than cleaning."

C: "My point exactly. They're fascinating."

M: "That's not exactly the word I would use."

R: "OW!" ::falls to the floor unconscious::

J: ::looks up from twiddling his thumbs:: "What happened?"

M: "I think the pitchfork hit her in the head."

J: "Oh. Cool."

Tobias: ::swoops in:: Rachel! Rachel, speak to me, are you okay, what happened?!

M: "She can't talk, she's unconscious."

J: "No, duh..."

R: ::mutters only slightly intelligibly:: "She can't take much more of this, captain... The warp core is overloading..."

M: "Woah, is she talking Star Trek?"

J: "Apparently."

C: "Hey, this is an Animorphs fic, not Star Trek! Who's writing this, anyway?"

J: ::shrugs:: "I dunno."

T: Come on, Rachel. It's okay, I'm here, everything will be all right.

R: "Processing... Processing..."

M: ::shrugs:: "When in Rome... We are Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile."

OOCTAY: ((Um... Adding to disclaimer: The Star Trek quotes aren't mine either. ::nods:: ))

R: ::shouts:: "By golly, Jim! I'm a doctor, not a bricklayer!"

M: "Oh! I remember that one! It was the one where... Uh, the one with the big tunnel monster thing that looked like a cross between a torn-up rug and a block of red styrofoam."

C: "You guys have like, way too much time on your hands. Either that or you just spend it on stupid things."

M: "Hey, look who's talking, Miss I-can't-fight-Yeerks-today-because-I-have- to-clean-out-some-horse-stalls!"

C: "Are you dissing the activities I choose to participate in?"

M: "Well, I guess so."

J: "Oo! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

R: ::suddenly wakes up:: "Hey! There's not gonna be any fights around here while I'm unconscious! Fights are my job!!"

T: Rachel!!! I was so worried!

R: "Huh? Why would you be worried?"

T: You were unconscious!

R: "I was? Wait, who are you? Why's a bird talking to me? Where am I? Who am I?"

J: ::groans::

C: ::sing-song voice:: "Rachel darling... Snap out of it... You already got to have amnesia once..."

R: "Oh, yeah. Heh. Guess I did. Never mind!"

M: "Hey, where's Ax?"

J: "Ax?"

C: "Yeah, he's right, Ax is missing."

Horse: ::trots into the barn and hands Jake a piece of paper then runs off again::

Note: "We hav yore Andulight. If yoo wont 2 c him alive agen, cumm 2 the Yrk pool and get him!"

J: "Yeerks certainly can't spell, can they?"

C: ::hits Jake on the head:: "You don't get it, do you?! Ax has been kidnapped!!"