A Word from the Author: This is the shortest chapter in the story, I think. oO But it was fun to write anyways. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry that it is so short...
Oh, and if you notice a change in style, this was written in late 2007, almost a year since Chapter 9. I hadn't written anything after being so ashamed of Chapter 9, so I was pretty happy when this turned out good. Even brought me a new audience!
Chapter 10 - Rayman's Sweet Tooth
Rayman's jaw dropped when he saw the Candy Château. It was made entirely out of sweets! Cake, lollipops, ice cream... "I love this place!" Rayman cheered. It was as if nothing could go wrong in the sugary paradise. "This guy's castle is awesome!"
Rayman then forgot all about Mister Dark as he saw his favorite food: Plum Pops. "P-P-P-P-Pl-l-l-l-um P-P-Pops! Oh my Polokus! PLUM POPS!" he cried. Rayman dove at the delicious giant plum-flavored popsicle and was in heaven. He licked it, letting the succulent sap on it drip into his unworthy mouth.
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Meanwhile, Mister Dark sat at his window. The mind-controlling device the Wizard had placed on him worked perfectly; Mister Dark was now a Grade-A 100 Evil Final Boss. The dark wizard stared out his castle window through great binoculars--which he had once used for bird watching. "Yes, come closer, Rayman," he said in a deep, low Australian voice. "I have a surprise waiting for you... But I won't soliloquy. Foolish children and adults are watching my every word. So instead, I shall send in the clowns. Foolish Rayma--DARN! TALKING TO MYSELF AGAIN!"
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Rayman was on his 100th Plum Pop when he heard a voice. "So, thou hast heard she won't be chaste?"
"Nay, she won't."
"She hath er'red a vow she created. To this we must crush her!"
Rayman took the chance to jump in on the two...clowns? "Halt!" he said valiantly. "Stop right there, you...clowns!? What are CLOWNS doing here? Shouldn't you be in the circus, dumb ol' clowns?"
The two clowns--one short and chubby while the other tall and skinny--frowned at the limbless hero. "Hark... Rayman! Dumb ol' clowns!? What did thou believe thy were, a jester!? Why, we'll smite thee for thou's most unholy deed!" The tubby clown pointed up. Rayman looked up and was taken aback. There were tons and tons of clowns dropping on parachutes or just flying down! "We art the Hundred Doom Clowns of a Hundred Dooms, sent by Master Dork to--Mister Dark, thy meant--to destroy thee Bobby Smiles!"
"Don't use my real name! It is Rayman, okay? I dislike my name..."
"Foolish Bobby Smiles! Thinking thou art superior to us? DIE, FOUL TURKEY!" The clowns in the air hit the ground.
Rayman was surrounded. Looking left and right, our hero whimpered, "...I think I just realized that I have a fear of clowns!" He crouched and covered his eyes moments before the clowns lunged forward to beat him up. It was all about to be over when...all the clowns crashed into one another. Rayman peeked through his hands. All around him were unconscious clowns. "Ha!" he cheered. "I have bested thee clowns!" With that, Rayman hurried off to his next danger: Master Dork. Er, I mean, Mister Dark.
A Word from the Author: Hi, I just wanted to mention that "Bobby Smiles" is a name I stole from the Belgian graphic novel Tintin in America. So the name isn't mine.