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Ch: 6
Six O'Clock Meeting and Jail Break

Well, now. Let's take a look and see what happened during that little meeting that was to occur at town hall beginning at six o'clock. The majority of the Retroville citizens appeared promptly. And, at around six fifteen, Brooke made a dramatic entrance, still on her floating piece of tar, dragging behind her rebels and tardies. She threw them on the ground, but, kept her 'grasp' on those that did not wish to attend.

"Ahem," Brooke cleared her throat, hoping that all attention would be diverted to her and not to each other. When it wasn't, she said it a little louder, pronouncing every letter, "AHEM!" When there was still little attention, she decided to shout, "HEY! STOP TALKING!" More people turned to her, so now there was just a minority ignoring her. She warned those who were listening, "You might want to plug your ears." She then grabbed a microphone, cranked up the volume and squealed into it, "PAY ATTENTION!" And then after that she tapped on the phone, allowing it to make an annoying sound. Finally, when she got the attention, she calmly, and affably greeted, "Good evening, fellow residents of Retroville. I apologize to you who were just visiting and were forced to come, but, your presence is still mandatory. I need all the help I can get. Now, raise of hands, please, of you who like the change." One, two, three... seven... nineteen... thirty-two... thirty-fo, no, wait, thirty-three hands were raised. Despite the okay amount of hands, she was a little upset. "Only... one fifth are enjoying the difference! Hmm... Well, that's one of the reasons why I summoned you all here. I supposed that not all would delight in the change, so, I gathered some trees and flowers for all you to plant where you wish. And, if you'd like vines to consume your home, please notify me. I think it would give it a more natural look, so, I'm going to cover my castle with vines.

"Now, who knows how to make clouds?" One or two hands raised. "Make 'em!" Brooke demanded. She continued, "Who has expertise in escape from jail or any kind of containment?" More hands raised. "Make it happen! I'll give you details later. Who's the best clothes designer here?" One person raised her hand after being told she was the best. "Give me evil looking, yet, stylish, clothes, pronto! Who wants to be thriving in the capitol of the world in peace and serenity?" Everyone raised their hands. "Then do as I say! And if I repeat myself, know that I am disgruntled!"

Random person shouted from the back, "Why do we have to listen to you!"

Brooke raised him up, and answered, "Because, I can grant you, people of Retroville, the best climate, best living, and, if you don't listen to me, I can do whatever I want! So, if you want to live life as pain-free as possible, don't upset me!" At that, she took a piece of wood and bopped him lightly on the head and placed him back down where he was, as he rubbed his scalp gently. "Okay, anyone else have something to say?" Silence. "Good. What else? I need an advisor!" Before any hands raised, she exclaimed, "You!" As she shouted that, she lifted Libby up slightly, as her mom grabs onto the girls leg, trying to get her down.

"M-me? But, I, uh, but, I don't think..." Libby was in shock just a little, not exactly thrilled, floating over heads, covered in a green light.

"Don't think for yourself, think for me! I'll be too busy transforming the world to realize small, yet, significant things. You let me know of these tiny, important, but, something that passes over me things. And, you being cool and up-to-date, I need you to let me know of what looks good, what sounds good, what seems good, and such. You also advise my new clothes designer, letting her know if it's good or not. 'Kay?" Libby timidly nods as she placed softly down to safety, while her mom hugs the life out of her.

"Next, I need a representative for Retroville to approach me if there is a big problem. And, before any volunteers, I must alert you to know that since this is the capitol of the world, Retroville will be the only city to have an official representative. All other representatives will be of countries who are multilingual. Each province and state will have someone to represent them, just, they speak to the country representative, not me. So, feel special!

"Now back to the escaping from jail deal. Who has broken out of jail?" No hands. "Who has helped someone escape from jail?" Still, no hands. "Who can break my family out of jail in California and place them in a jail here?" 'Bout two dozen. "All of you are hired! After the meeting I'll give you the whereabouts and I want you out there immediately! Security for my castle: Outside, I assign Butch! Don't let anyone in! If that for someone reason happens, you, Gerald (random guy), guard the inside! You, too, Mitchel! Rosa, I think you could handle that as well, right? Of course!" This went on for different occupations inside the castle: maidservice; doctor; research; cook; exercise coordinator; etc.

"Oh! I can't believe I skimmed right over who shall be representative! I need someone obedient and or submissive, intelligent, kind, and who likes sushi!" A couple hands raised. "Who haven't I assigned yet? How about you, Cindy? And 'no' is not acceptable!"

A red headed girl spoke up, "I'd be delighted to!"

"Not you! I meant Cindy Vortex! Besides, you're already part of maidservice! Deal with it!" Brooke screeched. "So, I need a response, Cindy, and it better be a good one." Cindy replied by giving a thumbs up, although, she didn't really care for what she has to do, she wasn't sure of anything right then. Just baffled. That's the only thing that was surging through her veins... confusion.

"Alrighty then! Okay, those of you who had raised your hands on the jail break thing, I am giving you instructions as to where you must be to break out. Reward: You will have peace of mind; no bruises, scars, etc.; and, I'll give you one thing you want. Okay? Okay. Now, get going! I want my family here and in the Retroville jail cell by tomorrow afternoon! Get to it!" At that, Brooke pushed the two dozen out the door and, only for their benefit, went off into their cars and drove off. "Libby!" Brooke unexpectedly screamed

"Yes?" The girl weakly replied.

"What should I do next?" She asked of her who was now at the left of the wannabe tyrant.

"Um... I don't know," Libby quietly muttered trailing off.

Brooke sighed as she explained, "You are supposed to know! You're my advisor, Libby! You tell me what I do! ...Oh yea! I forgot to say that I need all you to alert everyone else. Go to news broadcasts, childrens shows, whatever! I need the world to prepare for my dominance! Everyone is to scatter around the world, except those who work in my castle! As well as all of you, I'll give you something you've always wanted, just tell me what it is and you'll have it. I'll give you two things if that's what it takes to get you out! And, the representative must also remain. All who stay are required to dwell in my castle until earth has been notified! Now, off to your places. Discuss among yourselves who goes where. And, AV guy! Make copies of this video feed and give everyone a copy so they can show the countries, nations and such if they don't listen at first!" She tossed a video camera at a dorky looking guy who immediately darted off and started on his job.

Spy music... initiate... now! Four waves of six individuals fly sneakily across the concrete beneath them, outside the jail grounds around midnight. After taking a plane, they finally arrived at their destination. Quiet shuffling of feet and bodies being flung over the ten-foot tall fence. "Hanson!" The leader of the first wave ordered. "Get over here, and take out those dogs!" Doing as ordered, the man named Hanson scampered down the open ground and blew a dog whistle. They began barking, naturally. Hanson started to run away, continuing to blow the whistle, as the canines begin to pursue him. He runs right through a hole in the fence that was cut out by two of the others, dogs trailing behind. Then, the two that cut the hole, covered it with thick plywood. Hanson then dropped the whistle, turned around, and hopped the immense fence. The leader then radioed through a walkie-talkie, "This is Amelia. Step One is complete. Commence Step Two!"

Step Two involved the guards, who, after hearing the dogs bark like maniacs, would of course come out to see what the commotion is all about. Wave two would wait on the roof of the buildings, then jump down tackle the guards, and tie 'em up. When this was accomplished, leader of fleet two, spoke through the walkie-talkie, "Jason, reporting in. Step Two is done! Initiate Step Three! Over and out!"

The leader of the third wave just rolled his eyes as he and the other five that were with him darted inside the jail to deal with the cameras and inside guards. The first thing they did was get inside, cross some wires, record the feed and roll it for about twenty-five minutes and bang, boom, done! Well, the first half of Step Three anyway. When the two that were entangled in the wires gave a thumbs up that the cameras were taken care of, the lazy leader and his group of three, now, skitted down the hallways. When they heard footsteps of someone coming, they all duck down, and one rolls a bouncy ball down the hall. Unfortunately, it was more than one guard coming to see what was going on. So, it took longer to tie 'em up, take their uniforms and leave them in their boxers and undershirts. So, two head down the halls, constantly signaling to the other two that the coast is clear. But, when they happen upon other guards, they tie them up as well when they turn around unsuspectingly. "Step Three is finished! Step Four, begin! Capture the family!"

"I read you loud and clear! Step Four is heading in! Meet y'all in the hummers!" Finally, the last six came upon a desk, seeing keys sit quietly on it. They took these keys, searching each cell for the infamous Professor Calamitous, annoying Beautiful Gorgeous, and the woman in charge-Betty.

"But!" Professor Calamitous protested.

"No but's! Not even a word!" Betty yelled to the corner her grandfather sit.

"I'm hungry!" He managed to fit in before she cut him off.

"You're not getting any food until I'm sure you deserve it!" She retorted.

He muttered under his breath, "How generous of you."

"I heard that!"

Beautiful Gorgeous urged, "Betty, dear. Please just give your mother some food, I'm starving!"

"No! You will be starving soon enough! I told you that you get your food when their is silence for ten minutes!" The girl reminded fiercely as she turned around to talk to her mom in the opposite corner.

A woman walked up to the cell, "Are you the family of Brooke?"

Simultaneously, "Who?"

"Brooke, the soon-to-be-ruler-of-the-world, as I've been notified by my brother," the woman replied.

BG repeated the name, "Brooke, Brooke, Brooke..."

"I said no talking!" Betty screeched angrily.

"Oh!" Beautiful exclaimed. "That must be Nissa! She always wanted to be called Brooke!"

"HEY!" The girl once more squealed. "It's probably just a coincedence that her name is Brooke, Mom!"

Professor Calamitous answered to the first question, "Yes, we're the family of Brooke!"

"Are you sure?" A man queried tiredly as he and five others trail behind him.

Betty sighed and replied, "Little girl, short blond hair, admittedly cute little voice?"

"Yep," the woman said delightfully as she unlocked the cell and let them out.

Me: I know, I didn't refer to the boys at all, but, I needed to fill in the space. Well, please tell me what you think about this. I hope it wasn't tedious. If you do review, please no cussing or indication of cussing, and flames are accepted. Thank you!