Bionicle: Mask of Termites!

Author's Note: I LIVE! (Ahem) Here's the next insane and maniacal (hopefully) chapter! Enjoy! Oh, and I'll write the chapters whenever inspiration strikes me like lightning. So this is kinda like a side dish thing.

Disclaimer: Me? Own the great piece of ingenious ideas called Bionicle? I think not! You've been spending too much time with Takua and Jaller, my dear friends.


Chapter…2000? That can't be right…:

Now, when we last met Jaller…he was watching Tahu and Takua!

When we last met Tahu and Takua…they were jumping off the Lava Falls!

When we last met Norik… wait a minute, we haven't met Norik yet!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Both Tahu and Takua were screaming like wee little girlies while clutching at each other, terrified.

'Mata Nui! What do I do?' thought Tahu. All of a sudden, a wise old voice spoke to him out of no-where.

'Use the Force, Tahu!' Needless to say, poor ol' Tahu was very befuddled. But, he listened to the wise, old voice anyway, being one of the weak-minded people the hermit Ben was talking about. So he concentrated (what a shocker!) and all of a sudden, without any reason what-so-ever, he started slashing the cliff next to him with his twin Llama swords until VOILA!

The influenced Toa and the awed Matoran looked on at Tahu's handiwork in pride and, well… awe. For lo and behold! There was a large carving of… Darth Vader! Takua whistled a low, well… whistle. Suddenly, his eyes brightened.

"I wanna try, I wanna try!" he whined like a spoilt little brat, all the while trying to grab the Llama swords out of Tahu's hands. Reluctantly, the Toa handed them over to the ecstatic Matoran. Immediately, he started swing them about wildly, carving something rather… weird… on the cliff.

When he was done, the carving turned out to be…Daffy Duck! Nah. It was actually Tahu wearing a tutu! How embarrassing. Tahu stared in shock at the picture while Takua mused on his carving.

"Hmm…not bad, a bit of an over-sized noggin but not bad…" he said out loud while stroking his chin thoughtfully. Finally, Tahu snapped out of his trance. And boy, was he furious…but he wasn't fast…

"Hey! How dare you insult a mighty and noble Toa! It's an outrage! It's a scandal! I've held my reputation for so long and now you come along and ruin it!" he yelled. Takua just tutted and wagged a finger in front of his face nonchalantly.

"Tsk, tsk! Temper, temper, Tahu. It won't do to have a Toa rampaging around Ta-Koro, now, will it?"

Tahu just blinked in surprise. Since when did Takua become so wise?

"Anyway, I think it would be best if you pull off a heroic stunt, now," Takua said, inspecting his perfectly manicured fingernails (snicker). "I think we're about to hit the lava." Then the realization of what he just said sunk in. They looked at each other in horror.

Then Takua began to wail. Then he began gushing huge tears.

"Why? Why me? I'm too young to die!" he moaned, sobbing into Tahu's shoulder. Tahu scoffed.

"Not, if anything to say about it, I have!" he paused and looked down in disgust at his tear-stained armour. "And next time, watch the armour, mon!"

With that said, he used his Great Kanohi Mask of Levitation (Why he didn't use it sooner I don't know. And it looks like I never will.) and, well, err… levitated them back up. But, halfway up, there was a loud CRACK! And the almighty Author appeared!

The Author looked at Tahu in disgust and shook her head sadly. Tahu looked back in bewilderment.

"What?"

"Don't you know how to climb walls, you lazy sloth?"

"Err… no?" The Author slapped a hand against her forehead. She groaned despairingly.

"Why? Why me?" She let out a long and suffering sigh.

"Very well, then. I'll teach you." And with that, she snapped her fingers and all of a sudden, Tahu started falling!

"WAAAAHHHHH!"

Cackling insanely, the Author vanished with a loud CRACK as Tahu and Takua flailed their arms helplessly, screaming their heads off. Wailing desperately, Tahu waved his great, big, large, huge… gigantic… colossal… enormous… Llama swords… around dangerously.

"You great big dolt!" Takua yelped as one of the swords swung dangerously close to lopping his head off. "Watch where you're swinging that sorry excuse for a sword around!"

Tahu harrumphed; miffed by all the insults he'd received that day. Then, in sheer luck (or was it stupidity?), he swung his swords around again randomly and implanted his swords in the cliff next to them causing their fall to stop abruptly.

"Phew! Now, what was I supposed to say next?" wondered Tahu, who had, unsurprisingly, forgotten his next line. The director glared at him and he suddenly remembered.

"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed. "Err, so Takua. Does this, err… stew, float enough?" he asked randomly. Takua stared at him like he was a weirdo… which, he was. Tahu coughed, embarrassed.

"Never mind," he muttered.

Then Takua looked up randomly. What he saw above them was a huge tidal wave! Of some completely random objects that randomly came to the Author's mind. Petrified, he yelled;

"Indignant!" he yelled randomly. Tahu stared at him, eyes wide.

"Wha-?" he managed to stutter. Takua reddened (which clashed horribly with his magnificent blue mask).

"Err, ah… I mean… interpret?" Tahu blinked.

"Incoherent? Indolence? Incorporate? Incognito? Ah…" Takua rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully.

"Incoming?" Tahu suggested helpfully. Takua snapped his fingers.

"That's the one! Incoming!" he yelled. The Toa looked up, but it was too late. Random objects rained down from the sky on them.

"Ouch!" Tahu yelled as a small stool hit his head. "Ah! Oof! Ick! Bah! Ack!" Objects rained down and hit the unfortunate Tahu, who, unfortunately, had not watched the weather forecast that day.

Takua, however, had watched it, only because he had been debating with Pewku about whether or not they should bring an umbrella. In the end, they did, because they watched the weather forecast.

Now Takua looked out at the raining objects nonchalantly, under the safety of his umbrella. He gave a low whistle.

"Wow. It's raining cats and dogs today," he observed thoughtfully. Tahu didn't pay any attention to him or his comment, seeing as he was unsuccessfully trying to shield himself from all the stuff hitting him.

Then a small can landed on Tahu's head. "Ow! Oh look! There's my armour wax – OW!" he was cut off as a heavy guidebook hit him.

For the next few minutes, the unfortunate Toa and, err… fortunate Matoran waited for the rain of random objects pass, with Takua waiting under the safety of his bright pink umbrella (he had wanted to bring purple, but Pewku had chased him all around Ta-Koro angrily that morning until he had agreed to bring pink) and Tahu getting hit many times.

Finally, the flow of objects ceased, because the Author grew tired of laughing hysterically at the poor Toa and used her God-like powers to move the story along. Tahu sighed with relief and started the long climb up the steep cliff-face.

Takua looked up from reading a book called "How to look your best when you're an idiotic Chronicler" which, he found very informative (for idiots) and peered out from under his umbrella.

"Oh! Has it stopped raining now?" he asked, obviously ignorant of the past few minutes. The only response he got was Tahu huffing and panting already from climbing for one minute. He sniffed angrily, miffed at the non-responsive Toa.

"Fine, then. Be that way!" he snapped waving his arms around dramatically for more effect… and promptly threw Pewku's favourite umbrella away. When he saw the umbrella sink under the surface of the orange lava, he broke out into sweat drops.

"Eh, hehehehehe…" he stuttered nervously. When Pewku found out what he had done to her favourite umbrella, she would kill him. Tahu guffawed at him, highly amused. Takua glared back angrily.

"Shut it!" he snapped.

Tahu pouted miserably as they climbed up the cliff.


Author's Note: Well? How was that? You know how to let me know… unless your memory is as good as Takua's.

Ta-ta now!