Welcome back one and all to Day 1 Part 2 of KMTT!...

This is going to be a fun filled chapter with the knights getting clothes and the beginning of their action packed trip to the market!

Day 1: Part 2 Disclaimer: We're not stealing anything!!!!! We don't own nothing!

So, for the past two chapters, TRO has kind of had a sort of brain fart…she forgot to thank the reviewers for their amazing comments from the prologue and day 1: part 1 ('Many Oopsies…')…

So, Scouter (thanks), Lithiel (your name reminds us of one of our characters we are putting in a future misadventure), HuNkYcHuNkYmOnKeY97030 (we're not really trying to say something about Galahad, but since he is the youngest knight, we like to pick on him and Arthur a bit…ok a lot), Lady-of-the-Dueling-Mist (DA and I talked about your review…we get it, and it doesn't happen too often, if at all anymore…a lot of these chapters are prewritten, so its hard to change it), diamondsandpeals, and The Dancing Egg (awesome penname),thank you all so much for your encouraging reviews…TRO wont have a brain fart again…we think…

Also, we're sure we're going to have a few question about who TRO and DA are, and to explain, they are the authors of the fic (duh), and they are pretty much like two extra characters in the story, but Katie and Jenny are the only ones who can hear them when they say anything. They'll be popping in and out of the fic to add their two cents ever once in a while.

Happy reading!

The last time Jenny had a look similar on her face was when a Villageus Idioticus had the nerve to say that books were stupid. Safe to say that guy was never heard from again.

"Jenny, why are you in the hallway looking like a drowned rat?"

"One word: Lancelot."

"Ouch." Katie replied, "Now its time for Gawain's bath," Katie said turning to a slightly scared Gawain.

"Hey Katie, where did you put our bio hazard suits?" Jenny asked, scaring the knight with more unrecognizable words.

Katie thought for a moment before answering her. "They're under the bed with all the other costumes."

"Including the costume that must never be discussed?" She asked curiously, and shuddered as the thought of it.

Katie shuddered as well, "Yeah."

"'Kay," Jenny responded cheerfully, "I'll go get them, you prepare Mr. Clean."

While Jenny went to fetch the suits, Katie explained the bath rules to Gawain, and then shoved him into the bathroom to change into an obnoxiously bright lime green pair of swim trunks. Minutes later Jenny came back wearing a bright yellow hazmat suit and folded carefully in her arms was a second identical hazmat suit for Katie.

"Found them!" she exclaimed holding out the second suit to Katie. "You know I want to wear the medieval costumes you have under there."

"We might have a chance later," she said quickly donning the suit over her clothes. "But first things first, Gawain."

Jenny knocked on the door, "Hey, Gawain. You decent?"

"Yes," was Gawain's short reply.

Katie and Jenny took deep breaths before walking into the bathroom.

We think now is a good time to check on what the knights are doing right now.

The knights were each pondering what disaster was befalling Gawain but Galahad spoke their thoughts out loud. "I wonder what Katie and Jenny are doing to Gawain."

It was Lancelot that was stuck with inspiration, or stupidity depending on who you ask. "Maybe we should listen in," he said with an evil grin on his face.

"But that is invading their privacy," reasoned Arthur, the voice of…well…reason.

"Remember our baths?" Lancelot argued back.

The knights all paused to think about their experiences in the bathrooms.

"Let's listen in," Bors said.

"Good idea," Galahad agreed.

"I am curious," Dagonet shrugged.

Even Tristan looked intrigued…sort of.

All the knights turned to their commander, expectedly. "Fine," Arthur said exasperated. If they were going to get in trouble he wasn't going to take the blame.

They rushed to the bathroom and each pressed their ears to the door.

"Jenny, this looks like a big job," a voice said in awe.

"Katie," Tristan whispered to the others.

"You're telling me," a second female voice answered.

"That must be Jenny," Lancelot whispered.

"How about this; you take the bottom and I'll take the top," the first voice, Katie said, "With two of us working on this we'll get done faster."

"How come you get the top?" Jenny asked as shuffling was heard.

"Just look at that. Do you think you can handle all of it?" Katie asked.

"Point taken."

The sounds of feet shuffling announced that the two girls must have moved away from the door because their voices became less clear. The sound of rushing water assaulted the knight's ears.

Not much was heard after that until…

"Ow!" a male voice shouted.

"Gawain, don't move!" Katie ordered.

"The less you move the faster it will be over with," Jenny reassured him.

Tugging and some banging noises followed by some grunts.

"Jenny, can you hand me the-?"

"Here you go."

More grunts and yells of pain.

"Gawain, stop screaming or I'll pull harder."

Whimpers and more banging.

"The-?"

"Here. Don't you have-?"

"Right! Why didn't I think of that?"

A pair of feet shuffling to the other side of the room. A cabinet opening. Then more shuffling.

"Jenny, my hand's starting to hurt. You want to take over?"

"So soon? Fine."

Louder whimpers and some tugging.

"You're pulling too hard."

"Oh sorry Gawain! Is this better?"

"Yes," Gawain sighed.

"Katie, can you turn on the water? My hands are getting dirty."

"Sure."

The running water was turned on again drowning out the conversation. Only a few random words were heard.

"Hand… condition…"

"Ladies…"

"Gawa…should…god of unclean…"

"…agree."

"Turn…off…I'm…wet."

"Luck…these…protect…"

"Yeah. This…is…of time."

"…don't…almost done…"

The sound of rushing water suddenly was nothing more than a few drips.

"What were they doing to Gawain?" Arthur asked.

"Who knows?" Lancelot replied.

"I don't hear anything," Bors whispered to the others.

"Maybe if we press closer to the door?" Galahad suggested.

All the knights leaned closer to the door in an effort to hear any clue as to what happened to their friend. Too bad they didn't have a clue that the door was opening.

The knights from the Dark Ages fell on a dog pile on the floor at a startled Katie and Jenny's feet. They looked up at the two hazmat-wearing, currently pissed off, teenage girls. Gawain peeked from behind the shower curtain.

"What were you guys doing?" Jenny yelled. "Listening to our conversations? Wart, that was a rhetorical question," she said directing the last statement towards Arthur who was opening his mouth.

"I expected this from Lancelot, but Tristan?" Katie said, picking up said knight by the arm.

"What were you guys thinking? Wart that wasn't rhetorical!" Jenny yelled. Both girls glared at him, waiting for the answer.

Arthur shrunk down in fear. "WeweretryingtoprotectGawain'sinnocence."

"What was that?" Jenny and Katie said through gritted teeth. No one liked the evil glints in their eyes but all the knights were glad it wasn't directed at them.

The future king of Britain gulped. "We were trying to protect Gawain's innocence."

"Innocence?" Katie said in disbelief. "What do you think we were doing to him?"

"Male minds," Jenny reminded her.

"Never mind," Katie amended. "I don't want to know. Knights, now go back into the living room."

None of the knights made a move.

"That's an order!" Katie and Jenny both yelled. All the knights except Tristan ran off in different directions.

"Where are we going next?" Tristan asked.

"You'll see," Katie answered, and turned to her partner in crime, "We'll have to start a list."

Jenny nodded and went to help Gawain out of the bath.

After Gawain's lovely detoxification, all the knights were sitting on the couches in the living room in towels, wondering when they will get clothes, why they couldn't just use the clothes they already had, and why Katie and Jenny were staring at them.

Katie and Jenny were standing in front of the knights, staring at them, and wondering what to do with them.

"Jenny," Katie said slowly, "Not that I don't love looking at a bunch of knights from the Dark Ages in towels on couches in my living room, but when is your brother getting here with the clothes?"

"No idea," Jenny replied, "He said he'd be here in an hour, but you know So. Cal. traffic. And I can't say I don't love this either."

The knights shifted uncomfortably at the scrutiny, "You do know that we can hear you." Tristan said.

Katie looked at him, "Of course we do Scout!" she chirped.

Suddenly, the knights were startled by an odd chiming that came from an odd box that was mounted on the wall in the hallway that the knights ran into Katie the night before.

Jenny raised an eyebrow at Katie, "Still haven't decided on a doorbell?"

"It still cycles. Haven't figured out how to set it to one," The Katie noticed the knights looking around like frightened cats, "Don't worry, it's just the doorbell. It means that there's someone outside."

"Like an alarm?" Dag asked.

"Are we being attacked?" Arthur asked worriedly, "If we are being attacked, we will need our weapons."

Katie and Jenny rolled their eyes, "No, we are not being attacked," Jenny said, "It just means that someone we know is outside. Probably with your clothes. I'll be back," She said as she made her way to the door, "And keep quiet." (FYI, the knights cannot see the door, and Jenny's brother does not know who the knights are)

Jenny opened the door to her brother who was holding a large laundry basket overflowing with clothes, "Here," He said as he handed it to her, "You owe me."

"I know that."

"And I think you and Katie are insane."

"Thanks!" They heard Katie call from the living room.

Jenny's brother shook his head and turned to leave, "Don't ruin my clothes!" He called.

"Yeah, yeah." Jenny muttered as she walked back inside the house, shutting the door with her foot.

Jenny dumped the basket of clothes in front of the knights, "Here are some clothes. Don't kill them."

The knights immediately lunged for the clothes and Katie and Jenny took that as a cue to go into another room while the knights changed, but made sure they we in earshot so they could hear if the knights started arguing over clothes.

After three arguments over clothes, all started by Galahad and Lancelot, and now all the knights were back on the couches, wondering why Katie and Jenny were going through the cabinets and writing on a pad of paper.

"What are you lasses doin'?" Bors asked.

"Making a marketing list." Jenny replied as she looked at a box on the island and wrote something down on the piece of paper.

"Pepperoni." Katie called out from inside the refrigerator.

"Got it."

"String cheese."

"Got it."

"Coke."

"Yep."

"Those cookies that we get at school."

"Definitely."

"Steak."

"Can you cook that?"

"I'll figure it out. Carrots and assorted healthy foods Mom keeps pressuring me to eat."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Miscellaneous other stuff we're going to end up getting at the market anyway."

"Got it. That everything"

"I think so, but who cares, it's not like we're going to follow that list anyway."

Katie and Jenny moved into the living room, "Ok, now we're going out to get food." Jenny said.

"But you have food here, don't you?" Lancelot asked, remembering the large breakfast they had had earlier that morning.

"We do have food-" Katie started.

"For the two of us. Not for-"Jenny continued.

"The two of us and seven grown knights from the frakking Dark Ages," Katie finished, "So we are going to take you to the market."

"All of us?" Tristan asked.

"There is no way in hell that we are leaving you here unsupervised, so we have to take you with us." Jenny said.

"And how are we going to get to this 'market'?" Arthur asked.

"In my car." Katie replied as she grabbed the keys from the hook in the kitchen.

"What's a car?" Bors asked.

Katie and Jenny glanced at each other, "Well," Jenny started, "It's kinda like a really big horse."

The knights all looked apprehensively at the large metal contraption before them. It was black, large, had very strange windows, and four odd rubber wheels.

"This, my friends, is my mom's minivan." Katie said, gesturing towards the car.

Dag glared at Jenny, "This looks nothing like a horse."

Jenny shrugged, "I said it was kinda like a horse. As in it gets you from point A to point B; like a horse."

"Will it eat us?" Lancelot asked as he stepped toward to car like one would step towards a rabid dog.

Katie pushed a button on her keys to open the doors, causing the knights to yelp, with the exception of Tristan who was leaning against a light poll far enough away from the car.

"Calm down," Katie said, "It's not going to do anything to you. It's just going to get us to the market in one piece."

"It is going to eat us. We should burn it like that cat." Galahad said to Arthur, but the girls heard.

"NO BURNING STARBUCK!" The girls said at the same time.

"Tristan!" Arthur exclaimed, "What are you doing?" He asked as his knight got into the car.

The scout shrugged, "We need food."

"At least one of them isn't stupid," Jenny muttered, "Alright, everybody in. We promise it won't eat you, and don't push any buttons!"

"Welcome to the market," Katie announced as the knights marveled at the automatic doors and shiny floors. "This," she gestured around her, "is where we will be getting all of our food so we don't starve to death. The market is a big place which means we have to stick together. Do not; I repeat do not get lost." She turned around to make sure the knights understood her.

Too bad all of them were gone except Tristan.

"Where'd they all go?" Jenny asked him, confused.

He shrugged not really caring. He was a man on a mission. "Do they have apples here?"

Katie and Jenny blinked then simultaneously pointed to the fruit section. He nodded to them in thanks and calmly walked towards his beloved apples.

"At least we know where one of them went," Katie stated matter-of-factly.

"I highly doubt he'll leave all the apples," Jenny confirmed wryly.

"Jen, do you know how this all going to fit in my car?" Katie asked, finding a shopping cart that didn't have a possessed wheel.

"No clue," Jenny said grabbing another shopping cart. "The authoresses are probably too lazy to explain how."

('She's right' TRO and DA agreed sheepishly.)

"Lets get our stuff, we'll pick up the wayward knights on the way," Jenny managed to say while pulling a second shopping cart out with her foot and keeping the first from crashing into a little kid.

"Works for me," Katie said, already pushing both her carts in the direction of the first aisle.

Twenty minutes and two full shopping carts later Katie and Jenny decided to bail the knights out of whatever trouble they had gotten into.

"Who should we look for first?" Jenny asked.

"Dag," Katie said shortly. "How much trouble could he have gotten into?"

('That question, along with "What's the worst that could happen?" and "How old could this Twinkie be?" are the worst questions to ask.')

They turned the four carts into an aisle to find Dag in the middle of…

"Feminine hygiene?" Katie asked in disbelief. "You ended up in the feminine hygiene aisle?"

"Hey that reminds me, I some more pads," Jenny said grabbing the box she needed and tossing it over her shoulder into a cart. "Too bad, Lance isn't here."

"You miss him?" Katie said slyly.

"No, I just could have scored 40 points."

Both girls turned back to Dagonet who looked uneasy at the different colored packages despite not knowing what they were for.

"We'll save you the embarrassment of telling the others where we found you," Jenny said.

"That is if you help us with these carts and find the other knights," Katie finished.

Dagonet nodded. He would have agreed to anything just to get out of the strange aisle.

Wow…Dag in feminine hygiene…we feel for him…

Next chapter's going to be a little shorter, pretty much just finishing up the market trip, but the last part of Day 1 will be nice and long for you all…

Well, TRO's off to do her SAT homework that she's been putting off and work on writing more of this fic and DA's off to curse that FF's search engine is down when she really needs it…

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