LITTLE LOBSTER: Dan, could you do the disclaimer *trying valiantly not to faint*
DAN: I love you, Little Lobster!
LITTLE LOBSTER: I love you too, Dan! *hugs Dan until he suffocates*
NATALIE: Hey, stay away from Daniel! He's mine!
DAN: Natalie, how many times do I have to tell you? It's Dan, not Daniel!
NATALIE: Whatever!
DAN: Oh yeah, the disclaimer.....
NATALIE: Lemme do it!
LITTLE LOBSTER: Fine! *mutters under her breath*
NATALIE: Little Lobster does not own anything, so she better stay away from Dan before I knock her out with my poison dart gun!
DAN: On with the story!
It was a really awkward silence. No one dared to speak before the other one does.
Then finally, Nellie spoke. "Okay, update. When I see Poindexter and Morticia on the plane? I freak. I'm, like, what happened to my kids? I think, they've, like, eaten you. Then they tell me what happened. Bragging. They're, like, fourteen and eleven, but they talk like they escaped from a Clue game. 'Forged the tickets, ho-ho!' – Anyway, they try to threaten me, yada yada, and of course I argue and I'm figuring in my head, 'Ha-ha, the next thing is they put poison in the drink' – but I'm, like, 'Nahh, of course they're not that skeezy.' Then I see her actually doing it, like two inches away from me – uh, hello? So I get kinda mad – you know, act like I'm going to drink it and then zam, I spritz the stuff all over their faces. Well, I'm, like, 'Nyah nyah, this is really funny,' but they start to totally wig out and fall all over each other to get to their carry-on – they're, like, 'Eek our faces have schmutz on them!' And I'm, like, 'Dudes, grow up!' So I take their carry-on and sit on it. Um. Baad idea."
"The poison was in a concentrated form," Ian spoke up. "In the amount that Natalie had used, it would have mutilated, perhaps blinded us."
"And you were gonna let Nellie drink it?!" Amy said. She tried to get away from him in disgust, and the only way to do it is to lean forward.
Nellie jerked the car to the left. Amy went out of balance and stumbled right into Ian's extended and sturdy hands.
"Are you alright, love?" Ian said with a smirk the size of Texas. He tried to put so much stress in the word.
"I'm fine. And don't call me love!" Amy blushed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dan's hand place itself on top of Natalie's, probably due to Nellie's reckless driving. Judging from their looks, both of them probably haven't realized it yet.
She giggled at the sight. Who wouldn't? Her crazy, ninja-lord dweeb of a brother and the snobbish shopaholic princess, holding hands? It's probably too much of her to handle.
Ian, in spite of himself, heard a rather heavenly sound coming from inside the car he was in. He searched for the source and his eyes came across Amy. She was laughing, as though nothing else in the world mattered anymore.
She looks so cute, he thought.
Natalie, being the observative person that she is, also heard Amy's silent laugh. She stared hard at her, as if she was crazy. Then, she noticed that Amy was not looking at her. She traced her gaze until she saw Dan's hand in top of hers.
"Oh. My. God. DANIEL CAHILL, GET YOUR HAND OFF!!! Right now!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Everyone turned to look at her. Nellie, Alistair, Ian, and Amy. All of them had the same plastered grin on their faces.
Then, finally, Dan caught her attention. "What the hell are you talking – "
When he saw what was causing her distress, he immediately turned a bright shade of red. He yanked his hand away instantaneously and said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't even notice. I –"
But then, Natalie blushed and looked away, clutching the hand which had just been touched by Dan.
"Fine." she said.
"Er, ahem," Ian said. "Now that that's over….the reason we are still here is that we'd like to propose a temporary alliance."
"No way." Dan said, finally recovering from his "scene" with Natalie Kabra. "We'd rather have an alliance with a bucket of slime than with a Kabra – if we could tell the two things apart."
"Well, we do have an artifact that once belonged to a Japanese warrior," Ian replied. "It will be crucial for finding the next clue. If you do not want us to help you, then fine. We will use it to find the Clue ourselves."
"H-how do w-w-we k-know that we can t-t-trust y-you?" Amy stuttered.
Ian reached into his pockets and pulled out a golden pouch stamped with the Kabra coat of arms. He placed it in Amy's hand and said. "This is now yours, love. Please take care of it."
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