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Chapter Four

Penny

Monsters vs. Toys

I guess if some one saw a 6 year old holding a baby, they would think that they were about to drop it and help them. I can understand that. But what I don't understand is why every pedestrian in the city of Seattle – and that's a big city – seemed to come to me and help me hold Teddy. Seriously, all I need is a stroller!

My siblings didn't mind. They loved the attention. And I guess I liked the feeling of support – like I had people to fall back on. But still, a lot had happened in the last couple of hours. My dad had died, my mom had escaped, both from some monster / doctor no one told me any details about. Also, my Mr. Potato Heads had come alive, from some "Eutychia's soul" thingy, and I got a magic things-that-are-loved backpack and Teddy got a yellow sword. Oh, and I got a new brother. Man, sometimes I wish I were older. This would make a whole lot more sense if I were smarter.

And here we were, on a street in Seattle, surrounded by a crowd of people.

" Ahh…he's so adorable!" said one teenager.

"Are you up for adoption?" asked another.

Teddy smiled, which made another bunch of teenage girls be like, "he's so cute," and stuff. Reggie had attracted a group of pre-teen girls who were like, "he's a baby Taylor Lautner!"

Reggie didn't seem to happy with them calling him a baby. "I'm a big boy!" he said, and to prove it, he showed that he wasn't sucking a pacifier like Teddy was.

Suddenly, a limousine pulled up the curb. It crashed into a bunch of trash cans, and scraped into the edge of the street. Everyone backed away, and one man was like, "Great Parking!" (sarcastically.) When the door opened, it was a face I couldn't quite make out. It seemed to be a man's face, but was a little like a serpent's…

"Thanks for ruining this perfect street!" said one guy.

"YOU'RE WORSE THAN A TEENAGE DRIVER!" said another.

"Hey!" said a bunch of teenagers.

"Shut up, poopfaces!" the man/serpent said. No one seemed to notice that he seemed like a serpent. "I'm here to take these four"- he pointed at us –"as I am their father."

"No one says 'as' anymore, jerk!"

The serpent-guy touched that guy, and he died immediately, but no one looked at him. Everyone looked at the guy next to him like he murdered him.

"Get in, children!" he said.

I knew he wasn't my dad – according to the nurse, my dad was dead – but that didn't stop me from not getting into the limo. I saw what he did to the guy who called him a "jerk." I didn't need him touching me, much less my siblings.

As I sat in the limo's leather seats, with my backpack across my shoulder, I gave Teddy the sword the Mr. Potato Head's gave him. I had a feeling he knew how to use it, and he'd need to use it soon, because the fraud-dad-serpent thingy had given me the unmistakable feeling I was in danger.

"Um…where are you taking us?" I asked.

Suddenly, the ½ serpent ½ human turned into fully a serpent. "UNDERWORLD, HO!" he yelled.

"What, are you crazy?"

"No, I'm the Baliskos, so it should be easy to kill a couple of BABIES!

"Number ONE, I'm NOT a baby. I'm FOUR years old!" Reggie's voice came from the other side of the limo. "That's a long time, and Number TWO, what the heck is a Baliskos?"

"I touch you, you die."

"Do your powers work on Mr. Potato Heads?"

"They work on Mr.'s, Potato's, and Heads."

"Can you read me a story?" asked Gwen.

"NO! Story's are for LOSERS, like YOU, who are about to DIE!"

Suddenly, I remembered Teddy's sword. This was the only way we could survive this.

"Teddy, here," I said, handing him the sword. Then to Reggie and Gwen, I said, "Get out the Potato Heads!"

Reggie and Gwen started putting the Mr. Potato Heads out of the backpack. The Baliskos said, "Foolish Mortals! I can kill Potatoes with a finger! I am superior to all!"

"You can kill Potatoes with a finger? Cool!"

I noticed we were still in a limo. If we survived this, we'd be in BIG trouble with the limo company.

Reggie and Gwen had taken all of the Mr. Potato Heads out of the backpack now. "Foolish Babies"-

"I'm not a baby! I'm a big boy!"

"I am the Baliskos! I can kill all plants with one touch, Including Potatoes! To show, he touched one of our Mr. Potato Heads. But it didn't die.

"What? Impossible!" He touched it again and again, but it didn't die. (Don't tell him, but they aren't real potatoes. They're plastic. Ssh!) With him distracted, Teddy stabbed him in the tail with the sword, and something very odd happened.

He seemed to be passing out. All the badness, all the evil, seemed to be draining out of him, leaving a half asleep Baliskos with a heart of goodness.

He seemed to be fully awake. I half-expected him to be back to his same old evil self, but he wasn't.

"Hello. I'm GOOD! Do you want to be my friend?" said the Baliskos.

"Uh…okay…" I said. It was very creepy. One second he's trying to kill you, the next he's proposing friendship.

He must've seen the confusion of the day, because the good-Baliskos said, "The Greek gods exist. And more, your mom's one of them."

"Which one?"

"I can't tell. You should probably leave."

"Yes…we should."

And we left the limo and the Baliskos. We were in Seattle, with no direction of where to go. Finally, one of the Mr. Potato Heads (the rest were in the backpack) said, "2 heroes shall come to your aide soon, but first you must get a stroller for Teddy."

So, we went to our house. It seemed like it had been an eternity since we'd been there (though it was only 2 hours.) The backpack collected all our toys – Beanie Babies, stuffed animals, crafts.

Lastly, we remembered the stroller. "You will go on a long journey," said the Mr. Potato Head, "and the baby cannot walk. So…you'll need a stroller." We got a double stroller in case Gwen or Reggie ever got tired, and then we left our house.

275 4th Street, Seattle. I had a feeling I'd be leaving it for a while.

Gwen sat at the behind of the double stroller. "What do we do now?"

"Go away from the city," said the Prophet-Mr.-Potato-Head. "Soon you will find 2 allies, but first…here are your weapons."

The Mr. Potato Head guy gave Gwen a knife, Reggie a slingshot, and me a sword, like Teddy's except it wasn't bright yellow.