Dearest awesomest most wonderfullest coolest loyalist amazingest readers,

I know it has been many many months since I have written anything, but school is mean…and so is geometry, English, history, biology, and homework. Spanish isn't mean…and art, and lunch, and gym aren't mean… but yeah, you get the point…so I've just had a lot of "rubbish" in school. (yes, I said rubbish because I don't want to offend anyone…).

When we left off a few months ago, Jack, Elizabeth, Ragetti, Will, Pintel, the "lion", the Tin Block, and the Beatles dudes were heading on their way back to the Pearl. Spiderman had stolen the little weenies, and the Scarecrow was still trying to figure out what "a lobster with no lobs" meant.

Anyway, the group was grape-vining down the yellow brick road and playing everyday instruments such as the clarinet, flute, saxophone, trumpet, harp, piano, guitar, tuba, sousaphone, lyre, drums, banjo, Balalaika, and the spoons. Since they were so busy playing, they didn't notice that they had wandered into the North Pole. No one seemed to notice the freezing temperatures below zero, the biting sixty-mile winds, and the blinding blizzard swirling around them. Soon, Jack (the Sparrow) fell into a ten foot deep snow drift. Still no one noticed he had fallen and they grape-vined on until they came to a frozen lake. In the center, a teddy bear named Guess and a flamingo named Idoenoe (say that quickly) sat eating Honey Bunches of Oats Cereal.

Meanwhile, some friendly pink macaroni penguins (I didn't make that up…there are penguins called macaroni penguins! But they're not pink) had helped Jack out of the snow drift and he continued to grape-vine away. He hadn't gotten five feet when he fell into another snow drift. "Bloody snow drifts," he mumbled angrily.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch (I mean the frozen lake…same thing), the group had grape-vined to the teddy bear and flamingo in the middle. "Hello, what's your name?" Elizabeth asked the teddy bear.

"Guess," he said.

"Um, ok," Elizabeth replied. "Teddy?"

"No, Guess," he said.

"Beary?"

"No, Guess."

"I'm all out of ideas," Elizabeth said frustrated. "What's your name?"

"Guess."

"Ugh…ok…Barney? Fuzzy? Wuzzy? John Jacob Jingleheimer Smith?"

"NO!! MY NAME IS GUESS!!!" the bear said.

"Oh!" Elizabeth smiled. "Why didn't you just say so?" The bear slapped her in the face and walked away. Elizabeth then turned to the flamingo. "And what's your name?" she asked.

"Idoenoe," he answered.

"How can you not know your own name? Don't you know anything?" Elizabeth laughed.

"Yes I do know a lot of things. Idoenoe's my name."

"You'll probably remember sometime," Elizabeth comforted him. The rest of the group understood Idoenoe's name, so they looked at her weirdly. The flamingo rolled his eyes and went back to eating Honey Bunches of Oats.

Soon Jack came across the ice riding a large polar bear. But the ice was too thin to support all that weight, so it began to crack! Everyone screamed as they broke away from each other onto little floating islands, but the flamingo calmly sat where he was eating the cereal. "Oh bugger," Jack said.

Meanwhile, back in the Caribbean, the Scarecrow noticed that his straw was quite wet, being in the water for many weeks. "I guess I will continue thinking about what I'm thinking about when I get out of the water," he thought. "But what am I thinking about again?" So he stayed in the water longer to think about what he was thinking about before he forgot the thought he thought about earlier.

Well, I'm pretty tired now, so I'm going to stop here. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter, although I know it wasn't very satisfying. But don't worry, hopefully the next chapter will be better (although I've been telling you this the whole time…). Well I guess you can just read this if you ever get bored…k, bye. Oh and REVIEWS would be appreciated…