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Onto the chapter! Enjoy! :D

"Hey, Butler and angsting teenage hormone raging psychopa- I mean, Artemis!" Mulch grinned, shaking Butler's hand heartily.

Artemis glared at Mulch. "Great to see you, Mulch. And if you call me an angsting teenage psychopath, I will personally see to it that you regret living." Mulch pretended to cower in fear.

He covered his eyes and hid in the corner, shoving Rickey into the oven in the process. "Oh, no!" Mulch cried in a horribly piercing falsetto. "The big Bad Arty is gonna huff and puff and blow down a few dust bunnies that live in my ears. Big whoop." Mulch stood back up straight, crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and stared at Artemis. Artemis just looked back at Mulch with a disbelieving look on his features.

"Mulch, that didn't even make any sense."

"Damn!" Mulch muttered, snapping his fingers quickly. He noticed that Rickey's feet were sticking out of the oven and swiftly grasped them and ripped Rickey out of the small, hot, enclosed space. Rickey came out covered in soot. Once his feet were safely back on the ground where they should be, Rickey farted, right as Juliet walked into the kitchen.

"Okay, ew. Rickey, you are no longer allowed in the house under any circumstances, ever." She picked Rickey up by the armpits, walked to the door, and dropped Rickey unceremoniously on the stoop. Rickey stood up and started protesting, but she slammed the door in his face. Unfortunately, she caught a finger of his in the door, and he screamed at the top of his lungs. Juliet, not noticing the fingers in the door, ripped the door open angrily.

"WHAT?" she roared at him. He was purple in the face and clutching at his right hand. Juliet figured that he was just having another of his untimely fits and closed the door again.

She walked back into the kitchen to catch Mulch, Artemis, and Butler all situated around the kitchen table.

She took a seat next to Artemis. She waved at Mulch from across the table.

"Hey, little smelly man," Juliet said cheerfully. He smiled at her.

"Sup, Juliet, my home sista!" Juliet reached over and slapped him.

"Never say that! It sounds so weird!" Mulch covered his cheek with his hairy hands and positively howled until Butler slapped him upside the head.

"We all know it didn't hurt, Mulch, so please, just shut up. You're making my brain hurt."

"Brains can't feel pain, or any other physical sensation," Artemis put in helpfully. This little comment earned him a jab in the ribs from Juliet.

"No one cares, Arty." Juliet didn't notice Artemis doubled over in pain, gasping for breath. "So, Mulchikins!" Juliet started, but stopped when Mulch put up a warning hand.

"You call me Mulchikins, I unbutton the bum flap and send recycled crap your way, free shipping and handling."

If Juliet felt threatened, she certainly looked it too. Perhaps it's because she did feel threatened; we may never know.

"Okay, Mulch, sorry," Juliet apologized. She started to say more, but Artemis interrupted her.

"Mulch, why are you here, friend?" Artemis inquired.

"Straight to the point, huh? Okay, then, Mud Boy. The real reason I am here is because I need a favor. I need money."

Artemis was confused. What could Mulch possibly need money for? "I think you'd better start at the beginning," Artemis suggested. As Artemis's suggestions were usually orders, Mulch nodded resignedly and began his tale. He steepled his fingers together like Artemis and started talking.

"It all started when I was burrowing somewhere in Africa. I had to get away from this group of people who knew I had stolen a branch from the one tree in Africa. They were very, very, very, very, very angry with me. But what else is new? So, all of a sudden, a rogue mole started following me, but I figured I could just outrun him. But, as it turns out, -" At this point, Artemis interrupted him.

"Does this have anything to do with anything, Mulch?"

Mulch was indignant. "Of course! This is the beginning! If this blasted little mole had kept to himself, I wouldn't be in this mess!" Artemis seemed skeptical, but he sat back in his chair and gazed at Mulch. "Continue," Artemis ordered.

"Okay. So, as I was saying before I was thoughtlessly interrupted by the angsting teenage weirdo," Mulch said while shooting finger guns at Artemis, who silently seethed, "The stupid little mole kept up pace with me. I burrowed all the way up Africa, not stopping till I finally came to the Mediterranean. By then, the mole stopped following me and then it came out of the ground, and started talking to me! I thought, 'No way!' And it was saying all this random stuff, and I just sat there staring at the mysterious mole! And then I came to the conclusion that I was either high or hallucinating. So, then, I decided that I was scared of the mole and left. I boarded on a random boat and they sailed across the Mediterranean in pirate outfits, and I just said 'Arrrgh!' and they left me alone the entire time! So, I came to Ireland because I knew that I could ask you for money and I would feel normal again."

They all sat there, staring at Mulch, dumbfounded. In the awkward silence that followed, Mulch for the first time, noticed Artemis's ridiculous sports outfit that he had forgotten to change out of.

"What the hell are you wearing? You look like a Canadian flag threw up all over you," Mulch commented.

All of a sudden, Rabid Rickey came running into the kitchen wrapped in a 6 foot long Canadian flag with his face painted red and white with a maple leaf in his hair, and proceeded to throw up on Artemis.

"WHAT THE HELL, RICKEY! THAT'S LIKE THE 6TH TIME YOU'VE THROWN UP! AND THIS TIME IT WAS ON ME! BUTLER, PLEASE SNAP HIS NECK!"

RRickey looked nervously at Butler and backed away slowly. "Canada is my native country," He said nervously. "I had to defend it."

Juliet looked at Rickey. "How did you get back inside?"

Mulch was just looking at Artemis with an amused look on his face. "So, the Mud Boy finally loses it. That's something I always wondered what would look like. Well," Mulch got up from his seat, and clapped Artemis on the leg (that's all he could reach), avoiding the throw up, "I think it's high time that I left." All of a sudden, he couldn't move his left leg.

Mulch looked down. Rickey had wrapped himself around Mulch's leg. He tried to shake the boy off.

"Let me come with you!" Rickey cried, pleading. Mulch bent down and put his scary face very close to Rickey's cute one. Before he could say anything threatening, Holly walked in the room.

"Oh, hey, Mulch! Ew, what is that horrible smell? Barf is not your color, Artemis. Stop wearing it. Hey, Rickey's back! Get rid of the rabies yet?" She walked over to the fridge and took out some buffalo chicken.

She took a bite. "Ahh, buffalo chicken is amazing."

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang seven times in a row. All activity ceased. Butler checked the security cameras and then turned back to the kids with a confused look on his face.

"Do we know anyone short, purple face, muscled, looks like he's either about to have a panic attack or a spaz attack and start shooting everything in sight up?" Holly, Rickey, Artemis, and Juliet all groaned.

"That's our counselor at camp, Doug," they all said with slightly apprehensive looks on their faces. This couldn't be good…

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