AUTHORS NOTE:
Okay, I'm really sorry for not updating. How long has it been? Probably like a month or something… hehehe. Sorry. Well, I have plans to update Reality TV next week and the Missing Conspiracy after that… then I'll probably work on my Gorillaz fic (they're the best band – you've totally got to check them out!) and the rest will follow. Some other things I want to do is start this Harry Potter fic I've been planning since forever. And I really need to edit all of the chapters in Reality TV: Lower Elements Style cos they're seriously grammar-lacking. I have been busy. And I can see you all asking me why on earth I'm starting a new fic when I'm in the middle of countless others.
Well, this was originally going to go on the Sketch Show. But then I wrote it and it got a bit long. So, I'm gonna call it a mini-adventure and post it as a separate story. It's kind of stupid. It has a sort of plot but it's a pointless one. And I've already written all of it, so I can update it really as soon as I want. Also, I'm trying out a new writing style. I'd totally appreciate it if you could possibly review and tell me what you think of it. Thanks!
The Attack of the Random Toads
Chapter One: Disaster Strikes
It was a bright and sunny day at Police Plaza. Well, as bright and sunny as it can be underground. The only thing disrupting the otherwise perfect day was the mob of protesters outside police plaza protesting the latest goblin arrests. Commander Root shook his head. Why they bothered, he did not know.
His attention was drawn to a figure sprinting as fast as possible into Police Plaza. Commander Root rubbed his hands together and smiled. He would have cackled, but he was a commander and someone (Foaly, for instance) might overhear. Finally, someone to yell at! There was a knock on the door and the figure that had been, only moments before, running through the plaza burst in.
"Civilian, under the Disruption Act of 1200, I have every right to place you under arrest for disrupting peace in this establishment-"
He stopped and stared at the LEP officer that was panting like he'd just run a marathon. Which he might have. "Trouble Kelp, what are you doing here?"
"It's Grub!" Trouble gasped, trying to catch his breath, talk and lean on the door at the same time. He failed to do all this and fell through the doorway. Honestly, guys are hopeless at multi-tasking. (AN: Sorry for any guys I have inadvertently offended by mentioning this stereotype)
There was no time for Trouble to pick himself off the floor. "Grub… he… we intercerpted a group of random toads… Grub got bitten…"
Commander Root stood, discarding his cigar. "Quickly, Kelp, we don't have much time. Explain to me in 25 words or less what the hell a random toad is and make it quick. I've got a meeting with the council really soon. We're playing Monopoly and if I'm late I'll get stuck with the shoe as my playing piece – I want the ship but Vinyaya always takes it if she gets there before me."
He looked at his monometer. "Frond, is that the time? I've gotta go!"
He rushed out the door, trampling Trouble, who was still on the floor.
"Ow!" Groaned Trouble, lying back on the floor.
AN: So you want me to post longer next time? Or do you like the length of this? Please review and tell me!
