Hey guys. It's Abby. If that isn't COMPLETELY obvious.
Maybeck: I am so epic in this story.
Me: heh. Not for long *evil look*
Charlene: he's a total dork already, are you just going to add to that?
Me: You bet!
Maybeck: Hey! I'm supposed to be the character in this script thing!
Charlene: Not any more! *evil laugh*
Maybeck: NOOOOOOO!
Me: yeah, they are an adorable couple. ANYWHO: SPELLED, OFFICIAL CHAPTER 3!111!ONE!11TEN! **!
Maybeck: I'm sorry, did you say COUPLE?!
Me: Chapter three everyone!
Maybeck: ABBY! CHARLIE AND I ARE NOT-
* interrupted by the story*
Chapter 4: CTDs and Crazy Birds (with KNIVES!)
Willa POV
I finished typing in the numbers, knowing the ride started. I stuck Philby's phone in my pocket and charged at the CTDs, who were facing Philby. I lunged and grabbed one's knees. Its arms flailed and it fell on top of me. Philby grabbed a rock and threw it at the other CTD. The CTD fell back, on top of the other CTD, which was on top of me. I grunted in pain.
"Philby! Little help?" my voice was strained by all the weight on top of me. Philby ran over and pushed the CTDs off me. He held his hand out. I grabbed it, and he helped me up.
''Aren't you supposed to be monitoring?" I asked Philby.
"Oh my god! I forgot!" he gasped, his eyes wide. He hugged me. "Thank you so much for reminding me!" The hug was awkwardly long.
"Uh...yeah," I muttered, blushing. Philby let go of me, his cheeks a bright crimson color. I squeezed his hand and handed him his phone.
'Uh...yeah'? REALLY, WILLA?! I mentally slapped myself. I'm such a dork around him!
Philby, still holding my hand, headed towards the three caballeros ride.
Amanda POV
"Finn..."I whispered. The birds stood up, grinning wildly, knives in hands. All at the same time, they took a step towards the boat. Then another.
"I'm going to take a random guess here, and going to say they are Overtakers," Maybeck said calmly, acting unfazed.
"Shut up, dork," Charlene said, standing up.
"where do you think you're going?" I asked, putting my hand on her arm to stop her.
Just as I stopped Charlie, one bird, the red one, jump on the boat and growled at Maybeck.
"GAH!" he screamed, standing and backing up. The bird swung at him with a knife, and Maybeck slid down the back of the boat, and with a loud SLASH, fell into the water.
"MAYBECK!" we all screamed. He fell on his butt, and the water came up to his stomach. He groaned and stood up. From his stomach down, he was soaking wet.
"Great," he mumbled. The bird screeched and jumped down, swinging his knife again. Maybeck put his hand in front of his face, blocking the swing from injuring his face. A gash scraped his hand, and blood started dripping into the water, turning the water red.
Jess and Charlie were ducking away from the knife in the hand...wing?...of the other bird. Charlie lifted her leg and kicked the bird in the stomach, making it fly and land in the water with a splash. It's knife fell into the boat. Jess picked it up and examined it carefully.
Meanwhile, Finn took out the Quill, and was having a battle with...Donald Duck? Isn't he supposed to be good?
"Finn!" I called out. Finn nodded, he noticed too.
Donald Duck's eyes were a bright, vivid green.
GAH! Donald Duck, EVIL?! What could this POSSIBLY MEAN?! MERF!