Chapter 4 – Alex the Superior Chef – Part II – The Plot Thickens
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter last time, I guess this one's going to be longer. I DON'T OWN GOLDEN SUN, or any Thick Plots except for this one. Thanks for reading everyone, please review now because I know how that there is only very few Golden Sun Fanatics out there…oh well, thank you for even stopping by.
Indeed, the day had already been eventful enough for Ivan and Mia…but who knew what Alex was to do next? He had been acting funny, but stupid was more like it. Mia was batting off spiders from her dress, while Ivan was attempting to blow off the bars of the prison they were stuck in. Unfortunately, he had forgotten to recover his Psyenergy, so he could only create a tiny gust.
"Drats! That's the last of my Psyenergy… hey Mia, got any Psyenergy left?" Ivan inquired, attempting one last tornado, which turned out to only be a bit of wind that probably couldn't even send an ant flying.
Mia continued brushing off the spiders, not paying a bit attention to Ivan and that she was also brushing the spiders on Ivan's pants.
"MIA! STOP LOITERING AND HELP!" Ivan began brushing the spiders off his pants and waited for Mia to start using some Psyenergy. When she had just finished freezing the iron bars, Ivan had just noticed his mistake. "AAAAAARRRRGHHHH!!!"
He had just made Mia get them even more stuck in their mess. And then he noticed Alex sneaking past. Luckily, he couldn't see them through the barrier of ice.
"Hey! Hey Al-" Mia began to squeal before Ivan slapped her mouth shut.
Alex glanced around nervously, not noticing the ice barrier and began mumbling to himself. Ivan pressed his ear at the ice, wincing, but straining to hear what he was saying.
"…Truce…stupid…perfect timing…destroy world…my lovely Mia…sour lemon…"
Ivan groaned. Alex was still thinking about taking over the world AND thinking about his 'lovely Mia'. He thought about telling Mia, but she still had a soft side for Alex, so she might tell him that he was eavesdropping on him, so he sealed his mouth shut. Literally.
The food lay unprepared. The potatoes were left partially cut. The salad had an unusual scent around them. And Alex was nowhere to be found. Isaac glanced around at the mess. His mother would have his head if that was his mess, and luckily, it wasn't.
I wonder where Alex went? And where's the others? He mused, and glanced around. He saw only Felix, Sheba, Jenna, and Piers. But the others were nowhere to be seen.
"Hey Felix, have you seen any of the other guys?" Isaac asked.Felix snorted and suddenly was jabbed by Picard (Piers) who was whining furiously. He slapped Picard (I don't support the pairing. Sorry if I offended anyone, but I'm not that kinda person.) and turned around to face Isaac.
"Of course not! These guys have been bothering me all day about if I can perform in the so-called 'Potato Talent Show'. Corny, really!" he muttered, and then he turned around and whacked Picard(Muahaha...) again, who was about to ask him: "Are you going to enter the Potato Talent Show?"
He then moved over to Jenna.
"Hey Jenna? Have you seen the others?"
Jenna only shrugged, then turned to her brother and started whining: "Can you PLEAAAASE join the Potato Talent Show? We need one more person to play the ambulance!"
Felix only shook his head angrily, and then turned to slap Picard (AHAHAHA!) again.
When he finally asked Sheba, she pointed him to behind his house.
Something fishy is definitely going on…how could anyone sneak past my house? And what's behind my house that I don't know? He thought furiously, and began to walk behind his house.
He saw a wall of ice plastered on the face of the small cliff above his house.It's probably Mia… he considered, and then sent a Ragnarok slamming into the ice. Ivan wobbled out, a huge scar branded on his cheek, pulling Mia along with him.
"Mmmmmffmmmm…" Ivan moaned, teetering around in circles before falling in a heap, dragging Mia to the floor too.
"Oops…" Isaac shrugged and tried to pull both of them up from the ground. "What's wrong with you Ivan?"
Ivan only blinked and toppled into the ground again.
"I think he's hiding a seee-creett." Mia said, emphasizing the word 'secret'.
Ivan only glared at Mia, who was obviously trying to get him to talk.
"Well if we can't get anything out of him, then what about Garet? And where is he anyways?"
Ivan just turned to look at someone familiar walking towards them, wobbling every time he stepped. It was Alex.
"He…seems a little…drunk…" Isaac blurted.
"…Not a little…very." Mia added, seeing that Alex's head was swinging closer and closer to the ground every time he walked, then he would attempt to push his head lower and lower again. "Alex, is there something…wrong with you?"
"…"
All eyes were set on Alex, who was now pretending he was a ballerina and tried to grab Mia to dance with him. Finally, the only three words he blurted out was:
"Pick my nose!" to Mia, who edged back, obviously disturbed by the once calm and cool Alex, who had turned into…a drunk? Perhaps it was time to wake him up…A huge grin broadened on Mia's face, as she rolled Alex into a ball and walked closer and closer towards a random cliff…
Meanwhile, with Felix and his group…
"Are you going to enter the Potato Talent Show?"
"Shut up Picard (ahaha...)."
"Are you going to enter the Potato Talent Show?"
"Shut up Sheba."
"AreyougoingtoenterthePotatoTalentShow?"
"I won't say shut up to my own sister, but I will toss you in the water if you don't shut your yap."
"Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaase! PLEAAAAAAASE BE THE AMBULANCE!"
"No Picard, shut up.(Ku, ku, ku...)"
"Eheh! Stop calling me PICARD as you put it!"
"That IS your name though…would you prefer Piers?"
"YES!"
"Well too bad."
"Weeeeee wwoooooooooooooo weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee woooo!"
…Okay…meanwhile, with Isaac and company…
"Isaac, are we there yet? Where are we going?"
"No, just a bit longer Mia, stop whining! And I don't CARE where we're going!"
"Mmmmfmfmfffffrrgh!"
"I'm glad you can't speak right now Ivan, just shut up."
"MMIITTWSWATWOWSMWENWADI!"
"Whadya mean Ivan? I don't understand a SINGLE word you're saying."
"Roughly translated, he's saying: 'It's Saturos and Menardi.' It's a good thing I took gibberish classes in fifth grade. DUH. Even amateurs know that."
And during the time it had took the three to stir up an argument, Saturos and Menardi had finally arrived at the foothills of Vale…
"Wow, this place IS pretty! No wonder it scores 10 on attractions list, 10 on loveliness list, 10 on sightseeing list, and a…10 on friendliness? But why is Isaac so mean and nasty?" Saturos coughed, and passed the list to Menardi, who was still grumbling.
"No wonder…this area smells like potatoes…potatoes probably changes the way people act around Proxians…" Menardi huffed. "It's your fault anyways that you decided to drag us from north all the way to this ugly spot…"
"It's NOT ugly!"
"Is too!"
"Is SO not!"
"It SO WAY is! And so is Isaac, Garet, Ivan, Mia, Felix, Jenna, Sheba, Picard-"
"Wait…how do you know those weirdoes? I thought they didn't come until the second game in which we're already dead?"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Good point…ehh…of course, it's not like I own Golden Sun myself or the Lost Age…eheheheh…" Saturos giggled madly.
"Saturos…are you ok?"
Saturos began chuckling madly, his head bobbing as fast as a beaver's head when it bites wood…that looked strange for Saturos.
"Whatever, I'm going to look around for shops!" Menardi squealed and dashed off in the nearest direction of a store, leaving Saturos to bob his head.
A couple seconds later, Saturos popped out of his trance and saw a ton of Valeans surrounding him.
"Who are you?" Saturos snapped furiously at the nearest person.
"Ah, we're the A.H.H.!"
"Aah?"
"No, it's a simple acronym: Annoying Headache Heroes!"
The group of people began singing a very annoying tune. Saturos covered his ears.
We are the AAAAAH!
The delightfully annoying AAAAAAH!
We like to scream a lot
But many don't give us a thought,
We beat up the ugly
And walk off smugly
But many like to bash us people
Until we're just only heap-les!
"…Heap-les? That isn't even a word you wimps, and thanks for that idea, I think I'll beat you guys up as well." Saturos growled, flames erupting into his eyes.
"Nuh-unh! YOU agreed to the PEACE treaty, so you CAN'T beat us up TODAY or until the festival ENDS!" The leader, a teen in his 18's pointed.
"OH, but what until the festival ENDS? THEN what will you do, I can BEAT YOU UP THEN AS WELL, CAN'T I?"
"But can you WAIT?"
…Five minutes later…
A vein pulsed in Saturos's forehead. The A.H.H. were taunting him and running around in circles singing multiple songs, one called: I Hate You, You Hate Me", which was dedicated for Saturos's hate for them. Menardi finally scrambled out of the nearest department store in Vale, hands full of dresses and jewelry.
"Oh Saty-poo!" Menardi gushed. "Thanks for bringing me to this potato festival!"
At least ONE of us is happy…
The A.H.H. began squealing.
"Oooooh, another outsider! Let's sing them another song!"
Saturos plugged his ears, ready for the annoying blast of music.
Oh god, someone kill me…
A/N: Well, thanks for actually reading this far…for that, you can now review!
Next Chapter: Alex the Superior Chef – Part III – The Meanest Adept
Well, Garet is still up to that 'ingenious' plan of his, but then, a little fight stirs up with Ivan and Garet, so it's Midgets V.S. Idiots…who will win?
