Chapter 2
"Finally! And now my creation! BUAH HA HA HA HA!" yelled Noni, as she pulled a fresh batch of cookies of doom from the oven. PoeErik raised an eyebrow at Noni's attempt to be evil.
"WHAT! AM I not allowed to be evil?" The ends of PoeErik's mouth twitched upward. "Or at least try?" As I walked into the room, I heard sniggering.
Not wanting to know, I exclaimed, "I've got it! MWAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I held up an ordinary Christmas cookie tin.
"Aye, and' a great thin' it is. A cookie tin," said Terry Sheridan rather snarkily.
"Oh yes, but it's not any ordinary cookie tin, darling," I responded, ignoring his remark. "It's my patented Cookies of Doom tin! It looks like an ordinary cookie tin, but it's made of a highly contained metal can withstand a bomb. On top of all that, it's soundproof and has shock-absorbers, just in case one erupts!"
Noni looked on in interest, while the all-snarky PoeErik picked his jaw up off the floor sarcastically.
"Here-allow me to demonstrate," I said, taking a hot cookie off the cookie sheet. I placed it into the tin, closed the lid, and shook the tin hard enough to make any ordinary cookie to break.
"Nothing happened," snarked PoeErik.
"Oh really?" I said raising an eyebrow and the top of the lid. Inside was nothing but ash.
"Underestimated 'er di' n't ya?" commented Marek proudly. PoeErik just glared at him silently.
"REMARKABLE!" exclaimed Noni.
And if you buy now for only 4 payments of 19.95, you get a cheese grater for free! That's right, ladies and gentleman, and nice sharp cheese grater; perfect for those salads, last minute gifts, and torturing of fops! And that's not all! If you call now, you also get a complimentary batch of cookies of doom! Call 1 800-KILL-FOP
I grinned rather silly-like and took a bow.
"It sure is nice to be a nerd. Okay! Now let's go kick some Fop!" I yodeled, jumping, (feet first this time!) into the portal, Noni and muses right behind.
Chapter 3 Passing Fop Defenses
As I landed successfully onto my feet in front of the lodge, I gasped. It was gorgeous! Pink brick, bushes and shrubs combined with shimmering snow completed the look.
"Okay, so Erik recently moved here to be a skiing instructor. I used to like him before I was brought to the light...I mean dark...uh...joined the DBCA, and realized he was just a worthless fop! ARGH!"
"Argh indeed!" slurred Cap'n Meg, chugging rum that had magically appeared beside her.
"Whoa, slow down on the rum, there, Cap'n!" said Violet, who was clad in a white kimono top with red lilies along the sides and the collar. Around her neck was a red choker necklace with a glass orb hanging from it that was filled with a white lily. Red silky pants that were cut-off at mid-shin length covered her legs. Black boots with white and red stripes on the sides along with shoulder pads, elbow pads, knee pads, and waist armor all in black completed the look. Her loose, waist-length black hair with red streaks flowed gracefully in the cold bitter wind of Colorado, contrasting with her light skin, while a white lily was painted right next to her bright green, right eye. A long scabbard that was diagonally strapped across her back was inlaid with emeralds at the hilt. As she reached for Meg's rum, the Cap'n growled fiercely, and Violet replied with, "Oh, don't get your knickers in a twist!" Giving Violet a wink, Beth quickly grabbed the rum and quickly replaced it with a rum-flavored coffee.
Her silver skull earrings and black chocker necklace with rose pendant shook as she laughed at Meg's response of, "What is this stuff!" Cap'n made a face, as Beth laughed even harder.
"Okay, ladies, we need to get past the Fop's defenses. How do you propose we do this? Aminta-did you get the blueprints to the building?" ordered Queen Adibug.
"Indeed," I said, pulling out a map. "Here's a map of the estate. He has cameras all around, along with motion-detection lasers and all kinds of high tech stuff. I've no clue how the fop knew how to secure the place...he must have some strong allies and connections to get this stuff. I propose we enter in disguise of beginner skiers, here for lessons. Since I know him, I can say I brought a bunch of my friends with me for a Christmas trip.
"Oh, crap," said Deb, her Long blonde/red/brownish hair whipping from side to side as she shook her head. "No way am I listening to a fop and doing what he says!"
"Okay then, you can just go home and turn in your complimentary cheese graters, then." Deb quickly zipped up, and I snapped my fingers, magically changing everyone's outfits into jazzy snow-outfits. We looked pretty hot, I must say. We hid our cheese graters, and entered the building.