A/N: Guess who's back? Back again? Ballerina Boy's back! Tell a friend!

The Witches of

Pooka

Part 2

They went through the trees, and saw a tin man crying.

"Don't cry," said Kyle, "you'll rust and nobody looks good in rust color."

"Why are you crying, Friend? What's your secret?"

"I'm gay! And now I'm supposed to go with you two to Pooka or, at least, that's what the messenger said."

"Well," said Ronald, "you had better do what they say. Even the good witches have nasty tempers, but that Mac, she's got a temper like a dragon."

"Yes, I guess you're right, we had better not waste time, let's go."

As Tim tried to get up, he found that he couldn't move.

"I've rusted! Oh no; what shall we do?"

Don't worry," said Kyle opening his bag, "I always carry a bottle of oil; you never know when you may need it."

Kyle oiled the Tin man and then they were off, back to the Fuchsia brick road.

The four made their way down the fuchsia brick road; they came upon a strange sight. In the middle of the road sat a lion. That wouldn't have been strange, except for the fact that he was sitting there m glued to a TV. As they got closer, they realized that the lion was watching…BARNEY!

"SSSSSShhhhhh," said the lion, "Barney's on."

"Wow," said Ronald, the scarecrow, "He's even more messed up than you, eh, Kyle."

Kyle decided to ignore that comment.

"So, that's your secret?" asked Kyle, "That you like Barney?"

"Yeah, go away!"

"What's your name?" asked Tim, "You're kind of cute."

"Colin"

"Well Colin, I think you're supposed to come with us to Pooka," said Kyle.

"What? And leave Barney?"

"Yeah, unfortunately," said Ronald.

"Okay," said Colin, "but only because those monkeys told me to, they can get really nasty, you know, they almost smashed my TV!"

And so, the five companions made their way to see, The Wonderful Witches of Pooka.

The five merrily made their way down the fuchsia brick road. But suddenly, the road ended in a field of candy flowers.

"Look at that," said Kyle pointing off on the horizon, "A Castle! Made out of candy!"

"Wow," said Colin, "Sweet."

"Let's go!" said Tim.

So, they crossed the field of flowers and walked up to a Gummy Door on a peppermint walkway. When they got there, they rang a sugar-spoon bell. They waited for a few minutes, and then a familiar face opened the door. It was Kyle's friend Jack.

"Oh, my God! You're here too! Wait until I tell the Witches, they'll be so pleased, they love company. They loved me so much, they made me stay and work for them," he said all in one breath.

"No." said Mac coming down a flight of starburst stairs, "We made you our slave because you ate our chocolate fountain! And no more talking to the quest or I'll get Amber down here to poke you with the Spork of Doom."

"Who said Spork?" asked Amber, suddenly appearing behind Jack holding a Spork like a sword.

"I just told the minion that you'd poke him if he didn't shut-up."

"Oh." evil grin

"If you don't mind me asking," said Kyle, "why are we here?"

"Because," said Lexi appearing behind him, "We have something that may interest you."

"Like what?"

"Like pictures of you in your dance studio, dancing in a tutu with Tutu."

"No!"

"Oh yes!" the witches said together.

"I think..." said Kyle

"Well," said Mac, "That's never a good sign."

"I think..." he started again.

"Don't hurt yourself," said Lexi.

"I think..."

"Don't give yourself a brain cramp," said Amber.

"I think you're ALL evil!"

"See, told you!' said Mac, "But you didn't believe me!"

"Didn't Ronald tell you?" Amber asked. "Everyone here has a secret, all though, some are way funnier than others, ballerina boy."

"But he said you don't have secrets."

"Duh," said Lexi, "our secret is that our secret is a secret, secret that we're all secretly evil sometimes."

"What do you mean sometimes?" Kyle asked still very confused.

"Well Mac is evil all the time, Amber is evil half the time, and I am evil only some of the time. Like to you," said Lexi.

"I don't have a secret!" said Mac feeling special because everyone can clearly see she is evil, "Everything is out in the open for me."

"Oh yeah?" asked Amber, challenging her statement, "Then who's the monkeys' daddy?"

"You're all confusing me!" cried Kyle.

"Look," said Jack, "It's really easy, they want something in return for keeping quiet about you little ballet addiction. They'll want something more for shredding the pictures, though I seriously doubt you'll manage that."

Mac patted Jack's head, "Good minion, have a skittle."

"Fine then what do you want?" asked Kyle desperately.

"How about we kill him?" questioned Lexi.

"By Spork?" asked Amber.

"Hey Lexi I thought you were only evil some of the time," Kyle said trying to save his life.

"Don't you listen? You're special. I really hate you," Lexi replied.

"How about we take his dog's matching collar and leash set? It's an embarrassment to everyone, everywhere!"

"No! Death!" yelled Lexi.

"Well you know what!" Amber yelled. "I have a pickle in my ear!"

"Okay, how about we take the leash and collar and you can Spork him a bit, then we'll send him home?"

"I guess," said Amber and Lexi.

"Handover the leash, buddy," said Mac.

"Fine."

"Spork time!" yelled Amber. "Poke...Poke...Poke...Poke...God, you're no fun, you don't yell."

"So, how do I get home?"

"Put on the shoes," said Lexi.

"Then click you heels," said Amber.

"It might help to pretend you're playing basketball," said Mac.

"And say, 'there's no place like my dance studio, there's no place like my dance studio, there's no place like my dance studio." They all said together.

Kyle did as they said, and soon he felt himself drifting away rocking back and forth.

When the swaying motion stopped, he opened his eyes. He was standing in the middle of his studio! He leaped for joy, (Literally, being a ballerina boy and all.)

For the rest of his life, he never was really sure if it had all been a dream or not. All he knew was that from that day on, he could never find Tutu's pink collar and leash with the rhinestones. And that these little round marks on his arms never went away, they looked suspiciously like Spork marks...

Incase you were wondering, I'm Mac. Bee is Amber, and Lexi is… well, Lexi. Hope you loved my oddball story as much as I do, but if not… BITE ME.

Much Love,

Legolas Skies

P.S. There is a prequel.

P.P.S. Bee wrote a song about Ballerina Boy to the tune of All American Rejects' Dirty Little Secret. Will post as a chapter soon…