Hello, peoples!

Snape: *Walks by whistling* Good evening, Melda.

*taken aback* Uhmm..hi.

Snape: Would you mind if I asked to borrow a match?

*Searches pockets* Sure, what do you want it for?

Snape: Oh, nothing of any importance. *Walks away whistling*

Willy:*Walks in* Hi, Melda.

It's nice to see that you're out of the basement, Willy.

Willy: Yeah. Hey, I heard Snape cursing you again.

He does that a lot. What about it?

Willy: He said something about a third installment...?

Yes, I *am* planning another one. However, I refuse to reveal anything about it just yet.

Willy: Oh? Well, I hope you plan on memorizing it.

Why?

Willy: Because he's plotting to set the manuscript on fire.

...DAMMIT! *Starts chasing after Snape* Give me back that match! *Runs out of Chapter Notes*

Willy: *fixes his collar and smiles* I suppose that I should do the disclaimer since our beloved Melda is *Cough* busy...*Far off, Snape screams and Willy glances over his shoulder, alarmed*...anyway..Melda does not own me or anything else besides Marie and the plot. *Bows and exits*
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L crouched next to the pile of people. He reached over to the table and grabbed a chocolate-covered strawberry and popped it into his mouth. "Interesting." He mumbled, glancing up at Watari. "I must admit I am stumped as to how so many people could be transported into the room without our knowledge."

One of them began to stir. He was a short man with a heavy brown beard. "Eh?" He blinked and looked around, and spotting L, he cleared his throat. "Hello."

L sipped some hot chocolate and resumed his customary sitting position. "Good afternoon. Would you like something to eat?" He offered a sweet to the Dwarf, who shrugged and thanked him. "How did you get in here without triggering any alarms?" L observed him objectively.

"Who's that?!" Hatter jumped out of the pile and Gimli could have groaned. Tarrant grinned at L, who stared blankly back at him. "He reminds me of a frog."

Light, who was lurking in the background, snickered. L frowned. "I'm not a frog." He said in a slightly irritated tone.

Near walked into the picture happily and confidently. "Well, I guess that means I can take over this show now!"

Mello tackled him from behind and bit his shoulder. "No, I claim the position of replacement L!" He growled and they wrestled on the ground.

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TWO!" L shouted at the battling duo. "YOU HAVE TO WAIT UNTL I'M DEAD!"

They both stopped and studied the ground guiltily. "But L!" Protested Near. "That's like waiting for Christmas to come!"

L rolled his eyes and went back to staring at their guests. "Listen up, people. I'm about to deliver some genius at your doorstep, okay?"

"Uhm..." Mello said.

L bit his thumbnail and sighed. "Through my excellent deductive skills, I have come to the conclusion that this group of people saved the Canon-verse three years ago from an over-abudence of Mary-Sues, and have now come to our Canon in search of one of the missing members of their party."

Light slammed his fist against the table with great force. "This is why we should not trust him when he insists that I am Kira! How in the hell would he know something like that when they've only been here for three minutes?!"

L raised an eyebrow and held up a newspaper between his thumb and pointer finger. It showed an article written about the adventures of Marie and the gang. "I subscribe to Canon-Weekly." L said. "Duh."

Jack got and brushed himself off and peered at the newspaper. "I remember tha' in'erview...Tha' mosquito woman was really rude."

"Rita Skeeter." Snape pried Frank's arms from around his waist. "She's a bitch." He made to walk forward, but his foot hit a black notebook on the floor. He frowned and picked it up. "Whose is this?" He asked. Suddenly, his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open. "NOT ANOTHER FLYING MONKEY!" He dropped the Death Note and backed up.

"What are you talking about?" Willy asked. "There aren't any flying monkeys in here."

Snape glared at him and pointed directly at Ryuk. "What do you mean, you imbecile? Are you blind? IT'S RIGHT FUCKING THERE!"

Gandalf sighed. "I think Snape has been breathing in fumes from the Gillyweed again."