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Chapter Two: The Author breaks the Fourth Wall

The night after this group had taken their rest they were seen of by Mycroft Holmes, who wanted to make sure they couldn't ruin anything else.

As if to add insult to injury it turned out that the train they were originally going to take had been cancelled due to it having been derailed by some Knight who refused to give up (even though it ran him over and surprisingly enough he survived) forcing them to use something else for transport.

And before you ask no it wasn't a flying carpet…it was a Veloci-Midden.

A Veloci-Midden was a steam powered portable toilet designed and built, by that great idiot the "Fergus of Fergus" who thought the idea up after saying "What A' wouldnae gi' for a gret beg mobile lavvy."

It was small in size and to make matters worse it didn't have any brakes and this was an even bigger problem when it went downhill where it would go up to speeds of at least 130 miles per hour.

Nevertheless they were forced to go out riding the vehicle with Popeye in the drivers seat, (where he could make sure they wouldn't crash the thing) Griffin wasn't wearing clothes so he could make sure his reputation wouldn't be ruined by being seen on the vehicle, Moreau couldn't care less and was making a tremendous racket so everyone could see him, and Baron Münchausen decided to make the best of this and acted like he was in a parade.

Moran however suffered the worst for you see he had the "runs" and went into the toilet part to take a dump, however Moreau decided to get more attention by lifting the curtain up so everyone could see what was happening, and Moran (who was reading the Daily Brute newspaper at the time) didn't suspect a thing.

He later said "it was the worst day of my life…except for the time I was taking a shower and an explosion flung me into a women's sewing club."

When he finally realized what happened he yanked the curtain down so no one could see him, Moreau didn't like that so he cut it free Moran noticed this even quicker then last time and merely covered his face with his newspaper.

It was then that this League's first challenge showed up, as mentioned before the Veloci-Midden had no brakes, and it just went over the infamous "Dead Man's Hill" a hill so steep even a 16 ton weight would slide down.

And so the Veloci-Midden sped down the hill accidentally running over several pedestrians in the process, it's rain of destruction was stopped when it accidentally ran into a coin and was sent aloft.

No one knows what happened in the air, however the aeronaut Jean Robur had that day complained about "a group of idiots who interrupted my luncheon" which explains why Moran had eggs on his face when they landed.

They crashed in some near Loch Ness (AKA the lake with the wee beasties) where they continued their journey on foot.

However an even greater danger approached them the transcript for it is below

(the League is seen walking through the woods when a black clad man jumps down from a tree brandishing a revolver)

Man: freeze turkeys I'll be taking all yer dough

Popeye: (rolls up his sleeves) now lerk here buster we be an exerurnary league in serfice o' England so shove off ya swab

Man: (rolls his eyes) oh please you're the only competent member in this group, I'd know I'm an alternate version of the author

Münchausen : (confused) what author?

Man: oops I guess you weren't supposed to hear that (clears throat) allow me to introduce myself I am professional lunatic (pulls out a card that says " PROFESSIONAL LUNATIC" in gold letters)

Popeye: well either way yer getten out orv me way

Man (hereafter referred to as ): well in that case I'll get you a real challenge…THE BEAST, the beast whose tail extends like a CEDER TREE, the Beast who breathes fire hot enough to melt diamonds, the Beast who personally slaughtered five hundred wombats yes I SUMMON THE BEAST!!!

Moran: I just soiled myself

(several trees are knocked down and a terrible rumbling is heard, the League members all hide behind Popeye who isn't phased by this, suddenly the bushes nearby part to show…a normal sized alligator)

: (shocked) YOU you're not the Beast, where's the Beast?

Alligator: (looks up) he can't come

: what?Alligator: he can't come

: (irate) look matey I know a lot about Beasts, and if there's one thing they're good for it's coming when they're called…that and tearing helpless travelers limb from limb

Alligator: but he can't come

: why?

Alligator: he's in Langley

: what is he doing in Langley?

Alligator: he's visiting his auntie

: Beasts have aunties?

Alligator: of course don't you have an auntie?

: I used to until my Aunteater got loose

Alligator: you mean anteater

: no I said Aunteater and I meant Aunteater

The rest of this wasn't interesting enough to record after twelve minutes, so Popeye hit on the head with a rock and knocked him out so he would leave them alone.

The League then journeyed to Loch Ness where they found a place to stay for the night…except for Griffin who decided to "sample the local delicacies" (hint, hint) and didn't return until the following morning.

(I hope this was alright and like last time reviews are gladly accepted)