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Me: Is is just me, or do they get dumber every year?

Chapter 10: Anger and Astonishment

An hour later, there had still been no sign of the Destroyer. Juliet and Trouble had come back into the tent shortly after Root had managed to avoid exploding, but he had still looked like an overpuffed bullfrog. Needless to say, both had wanted to know what the matter was. Eventually someone had to tell them, and so, of course, Foaly was volunteered for the job.

He shifted nervously in his seat. "I…now, don't be mad…" Holly had to bite her tongue so hard it almost bled to keep from bursting out into laughter at the sight of him.

Finally, after suspicious looks from both Trouble and Juliet, he gave up. "We saw it," he said, and then added quickly, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need some fresh air." With that, he ran out of the tent, and Artemis, Holly, and Butler all roared with laughter. Root simply rolled his eyes. Juliet and Trouble blushed furiously, and refused to look at anyone, including each other.

After a while, Foaly poked his head back in, looking wary. "Um…" he said. Holly looked up and grinned. "Good one," she told him, trying not to laugh, as he was covered with twigs and leaves. He had obviously been hiding under a bush or something.

At this, he grinned too. "You know, I thought you and Mud Boy were weird enough, but Juliet with Trouble? That's just a little scary."

The expression on Holly's face changed from laughter to anger. "Bad move, donkey," she hissed.

At the same time, Juliet jumped from her seat. "That's it!" she shouted.

"It's time to do something we should have done ages ago!" Holly yelled.

"Yeah!" agreed Juliet.

"Good point!" said Root, also getting up. Everyone stared at him. "What?" he said. "I've been wanting to kill him for ages too."

Juliet shook her head. "Well, anyway…come on, Holly! Let's get him!"

Foaly backed away slowly, looking frightened. "Now really, I didn't mean any harm…I mean…" He broke and ran out of the tent, with Holly and Juliet after him, and Root puffing along behind. Artemis, Butler, and Trouble looked at each other with slight grins and came out to see the chase.

Foaly was still running for all he was worth. Juliet and Holly had gained on him a little, but the commander was still the same distance away, which meant that he was rather far behind the rest. He also looked exhausted.

They watched as the centaur swerved around a corner, ran around the tent past them—and then pelted headlong into a very large object which none of them had noticed until this point. A moment later, the females also came past them, and quickly stopped when they noticed Foaly getting up and rubbing his head.

"What…?" Holly gasped, leaning over and grasping her knees, exhausted.

"Oh," said Foaly weakly. "The PTV's here."

Some time later, everyone sat in the tent again. Foaly had an ice pack on his head, and there was a new addition to the company.

"Hi, Trub!" a voice had shrilled from inside the PTV. Upon hearing this, Trouble had shouted back, "It's Trouble!" and then proceeded to panic after he realized that there was only one person who would call him Trub, and that person was driving the PTV.

They had finally managed to calm him down, and then they had all gone back into the tent.

"Foaly!" Trouble now shouted indignantly. "How could you even think of letting him inside the PTV at all, much less drive it!"

"I didn't know he'd be doing it," said Foaly, sighing. "I just told my techie group to send someone over with a mirror-lined PTV with weapons and extra mirrors inside. I didn't expect that they'd send him…"

"Hey! That's not nice," whined Grub. "After all, I did defeat that human over there…"

"BE QUIET!" shouted four voices at once.

"This is not the time to be arguing over who is driving the PTV," said Artemis calmly. "It's here, and that's all that matters, right?"

"You don't get it," said Holly despairingly. Foaly was not so distressed that he could avoid snickering, and she glared at him before continuing. "Grub is…well…I mean…"

"He messes everything up!" shouted Trouble, still quite enraged. "He makes a fuss about every little thing, he tells his 'Butler war story' every five seconds, and he makes a mess of everything he does! He distracts me by calling me Trub every time he talks to me and by annoying me so I can't concentrate on the mission!"

"I see," said Artemis.

"And above all, he's a blasted nuisance!" howled Captain Kelp. "I don't know how I deal with him! He…"

He was interrupted by the blasted nuisance in question tapping him on the shoulder. "What?" he snapped, turning furiously on his brother.

"Were you waiting for someone?" asked Grub.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, were you waiting for someone to get here?"
"What do you mean?"

Grub sighed theatrically, looking saintly. "Maybe I shouldn't tell you. You're being quite rude."

"Tell me or I'll…I'll…just say it!" yelled Trouble.

"Fine," said Grub, sniffing disdainfully. "I wanted to know whether you were expecting a visitor."

"WHY?"

"Why?"

"YES! WHY?"

"I thought you'd know that. It's because," continuing over Trouble's strangled noises, "because there's a sprite outside."

A/N: Muahaha. Cliffie. (grin) Sorry, people. I know, I know…but it's so FUN making them! You try it sometime. I couldn't resist. Don't worry, I'll update as soon as I can.

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