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Chapter 3

When the morning's first sunbeams hit the sky, everyone had awoken. They fell asleep early last night, so they woke up early. Half of the contestants had forgotten where they were, and expected to be in their own beds or casual sleeping area. Instead, you'd find yourself on the floor, or in a strange bed.

"Whoa.... Where am I?" Honey B said. "Oh yeah........" In a way, she was disappointed. It meant she was still trapped in this room with all these other people, no privacy, no room, not really any good comfort, and the loudness of everyone chatting. Already she missed her home in her little bee shed. She missed the taste of honey. She just missed having..... well, privacy.

Pretty soon, the room got livelier again like it had yesterday. Everyone was pretty much dreading the oatmeal (except for the oatmeal lovers), and wondered who would be first to go. Already it seemed like everyone was starting to get on everyone's nerves, so many guessed it wouldn't be long before anyone quit.

There was a loud bang, and the door flew open, revealing the host. Everyone kind of smiled at that, because they could tell something interesting was going to happen.

"Well, guys, how are y'all tolerating each other?" he said enthusiastically.

"Klungo doessssssn't really like game," Klungo said.

"Oh? And why not?"

"Ever since Klungo free of Missssstresss, Misssstresss get really angry at poor Klungo."

The host looked bored. "Well, you can always quit....... And lose the prize." Klungo shook his head.

"Noooo! Klungo want money!"

"Well, anyway, I'll cut to the chase. I brought you all breakfast."

"Is it that oatmeal you promised?" grumbled Old King Coal.

"No, in fact, I brought you doughnuts!"

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" was everyone's reply.

"YOU'RE THE BEST!!" Kazooie hollered.

The host smirked. "Only kidding. I brought you all gruel instead of doughnuts. Careful, it's quite cold." Everyone's faces fell dramatically.

"I take it back. YOU'RE THE WORST!" Kazooie said.

"Well, not everyone gets what they want. I'll be seein' ya!" The host quickly left before anyone could reply.

"I feel sick..." Canary Mary said.

"Cold gruel....." Bottles whined.

"Man, I really wanted a doughnut right now...." Boggy said hungrily, drooling.

About half of the contestants threw their gruel away. It was so disgusting they couldn't even look at it. Wumba had sworn she had seen it move on it's own.

"Unga Bunga want meat!" the Unga Bunga tribe member boomed. He eyed Kazooie hungrily. Kazooie paid no notice, but Banjo was watching.

"Uh.... Kazooie?" Banjo said.

"What?" she said, still hot with anger.

"I think somebody wants to have you for breakfast.

"Really? How kind of them. Do they have doughnuts?"

"Erm...... actually, he wants to have fried Breegull."

"You're joking."

"No. You're the main course."

"What the!?"

"It's that caveman over there. He's hungry."

"Then tell him to eat some leftover gruel! There's plenty left......" she gulped.

"Don't worry Kazooie, I'll watch your back for ya."

"Thanks, Banjo, you're a pal."

The Unga Bunga man looked disappointed, but just went on running around stupidly. Mr. Pants was walking around, acting extremely sexy.

"OK, I want Mr. Pants gone," King Jingaling said with a slight shiver. "He's scaring me."

"YOU KIDDING!? I LOVE MR. PANTS!" That was none other than Boggy, who watched his show on a regular basis. "DANCE FOR ME, YOU SEXY BASTARD!"

"ShhhhhHHHH! There's a little kid around here," Weldar said, motioning to Molly, who was climbing onto one of the beds. Boggy rolled his eyes.

"THEY'LL LEARN SOONER OR LATER!" Boggy shouted, entranced by the real live Mr. Pants.

"He's screwed up, that Boggy," Mingy said irritably.

"All the fat must've gone to his head," Weldar commented.

The next 3 hours went on like usual. Mr. Fit and Canary Mary had a senseless race together. Gruntilda and Banjo had a ferocious stare down with each other. Bottles and Jamjars had an argument upon who taught the better moves of the two. And Mr. Pants had just gotten scarier. That was it for King Jingaling.

"I'VE HAD IT!!" he screamed. "I CAN'T TAKE THAT PANTS DUDE ANY LONGER!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" He ran out of the door in a hurry. Then, the alarms sounded. An intercom came up.

"King Jingaling, you have decided to quit the game. You are officially out, and you do not win the fabulous prize of 1,000,000 dollars. You may not re-enter the room. Goodbye."

"Aw, and he was one of the sane people too!" Jamjars wailed.

"I guess Jinjo King couldn't take dancing underwear man any longer," Mumbo sighed.

"I can barely stand him myself," Kazooie said.

Well, that was it for chapter three I guess. Hehe, I'm not doing so bad, am I? Now that King Jingaling is gone, at least there's more room and less noise! Who will make it to the end?