Before she could leave, however, Crocodile burst through her exit and prevented her escape.

"Great success!" he declared. "Bet you didn't expect to see me."

Robin's eyes grew wide with shock. She cried out in surprise, "What are you doing here? You should still be in the castle, where he left you!"

"I turned into sand and trailed you guys. You see, I never deserted you guys like you deserted me."

"He cares so much about us!" Mr. 2 exclaimed. "Not like that Robin!"

"Hehe, desert."

"Yeah, were we really doing so bad with Sir Crocodile?" Mr. 1 pointed out. "I mean, his ideas, most of them, worked. And we had lots of fun and grew closer to one another."

"Get it? Because I can turn into sand."

The group conversed amongst themselves while Lola, Absalom, Croco and Robin just stared at one another in confusion.

"Alright, we decided," Mr. 1 announced.

"We want Croco as our leader again," Miss DoubleD's said.

Miss All Sunday sighed and said to Croco, "Fine, you're the right person to lead us."

"I am, aren't I?" Croco chuckled.

"Now please do away with those two and let's find a way home."

"First you got to apologize."

"What?"
"Apologize for abandoning me."

"After what happened in the original story? After-"

"Shut up and apologize. Apologize and I will save you all, Miss All Sunday."

"..."

"Do it, lady!" Mr. 2 snapped.

"Fine. Crocodile, I am sorry for abandoning you."

"No, no, no!" Croco scolded her. "Croco D. Ile, bella!"

"Croco D. Ile."

"Now say that I am not only the best rapper you have ever seen, but I also the best lover you have ever had."

"I hate you so much right now."

"And that you write RobinxCrocodile fanfictions and put them online."

"I will never say that."

"Does he know about my fanfiction account?" Mr. 2 gasped. "Don't tell anyone about my Mr. 1 fics, Croco-kun!"

"Fine. Croco D. Ile, you are not only the best rapper I have ever seen, but also the best lover you ever had."

"Aand?"

"...And I write fanfictions about us."

"Alright, troops, huddle up!"

After much discussion, Croco walked over to Absalom and Lola and said, "Alright, listen up! If you let us escape, we'll give you Miss DoubleD's in exchange."

"Deal!" Absalom screeched. "Which one is...oh, never mind, they're all beautiful!"

"Abby!" Lola said indignantly. "We're supposed to be married!"

"Lola, baby, show them all the door."

Lola swore under her breath and took our heroes out of the room, leaving Paula and Absalom alone.

"Well, what shall we do, girlie?" he asked her.

"Well, I'm really scared" she responded. "Thriller Bark is so scary. I could use a nice strong hug."

Absalom ran towards her and gave her a hug. He took the opportunity to rub his hands all over her back.

Then Miss DoubleD's activated her Devil Fruit power.

After a few minutes she joined her group. With her there, Lola felt much better kicking them far into the sky.

They landed infront of a large, evil-looking person in dark clothes. They were outside and somewhere on Thriller Bark. They were somewhere, and that's where they were.

"Hi," Mr. 1 said to the man.

"Hi back," he responded. "You zombies are getting much more life-like. Hogback works wonders, no?"

"I'm a zombie," Mr. 5 said.

"Except you. Anyway, how would you three like to meet my giant zombie...thing, Oars?"

"And be sacrificed in order to power Oars up?" Mr. 2 asked. "I've seen situations like this in movies, and no, sir!"

"Or it he called Oz? And no, I will not sacrifice you all. Trust me."

"Hi, Gecko Moria," Croco said.

"Crocodile? How's the take-over of Alabasta going?"

"Not so good; a kid named Luffy came buy and ruined everything. I think you might like him."

"Oh, goodie!"
"So I was becoming a music star when we got stuck in this program. Miss Valentine ran out of lives when she got eaten by a giant monkey-spider."

"Program? Hmm...Well, I know how you can escape!"

"Really? Tell me, Gecko."

"First, you let me take your shadow."

"Well, okay...Everyone, give Moria your shadows."

"Is he brain-damaged or something?" Moria whispered to the nearest person to him, Mr. 5.

"Probably," Mr. 5 said. "He's been like this for a long time. You saying he acted different?"

"I knew him long before fanfiction was put on the Internet. I knew him...in canon."

"I remember when we were canon, and not in bad fanfiction. Good times."

Mr. 1 and Mr. 2 were the first to obey their boss and offer up their shadows to Moria. Moria pulled out a pair of scissors and cackled.

"Wait!" Miss All Sunday screamed. "Croco, you're not serious about this, are you?"

"Of course I am, Robi~" Croco responded clearly."I trust my old friend."

"Really?"

"Look, how can you not trust him?"

Miss All Sunday looked at Gecko Moria: a sadistic grin on his face as he held up a pair of scissors in one hand, Mr. 1's shadow in another.
"I don't feel so good..." Mr. 1 coughed.

"Tell me more about your feelings!" Gecko Moria said evilly. "Your inner pain is hilarious!"

"You saying you don't trust him, Miss All Sunday?" Croco asked her.

"No, I don't," Miss All Sunday responded. To Moria, she said, "Put him down! "

"Ah, do as she says, Moria."

Miss All Sunday gasped. Was Croco D. Ile, future rapping sensation, coming to his senses?

"And if I don't?" Moria cackled.

"Nothing."

Maybe not...

"Instead..." Croco said, pulling Mr. 2, Miss All Sunday and the rest of the group away into a corner.

"Oh?" Moria looked at them, confused.

Croco said, "We will offer you Miss DoubleD's as a sacrifice."

"Instead of all of you, I just get one?"

"Yes. Paula...?"

Miss DoubleD's gleefully jumped up towards Moria and lifted her top up.

Moria looked at her and dropped what was in his hands.

Mr. 1 fell to the ground and ran to his group.

"Hey!" Miss DoubleD's shouted out, coming out from behind Croco. "That wasn't part of the plan, Mr. 2!"

The Miss DoubleD's in front of Moria turned into Mr. 2 and said, "Oh, poo! Must you spoil all the fun!"

"Not funny!"

Moria let out a scream and swatted Mr. 2 away. He said, "I've been tricked! You'll pay for that, okama!"

"Pluton," Croco said.

Our heroes vanished from Moria's sight.

Croco and Miss All Sunday found themselves in front of three shrouded men on the beach.

"The summoning was successful!" one of them said.

"What did you do?" Miss All Sunday asked Croco.

He responded smugly, "Well, I figured out how to work this game. It's pretty obvious, hun."

"How?"

"You really haven't figured it out, huh?"

"Are you Satan?" one of the men asked.

"Oh, no! Cultists!" Croco gasped. "Robin, quick, we must sleep together! We won't make good virgin sacrifices if we're not virgins."

"I'd rather die," she responded. "Besides, we're not...you know. Remember that one money-making scheme? I have sand in places, that gives me nightmares."

"They don't know we're not virgins, bella. Just in case."

"We don't intend to sacrifice you two," one of the men said. "We summoned you to help us defeat the Longarm tribe."

Then the others fell to the ground.

"Took you long enough," Croco said to them.

"So will you all help us?" the three men asked in creepy unison.

"No," MIss All Sunday said immediately. "I am tired of this stupidity. Croco, if you can teleport us, can you bring us back to the base?"

"Home?" Croco asked. "I guess the base is home to us now."

"Croco is so wise!" Mr. 2 cackled.

"Alright. Every time we changed areas, we always said this one word."
"And what word is this?" Miss All Sunday asked, intrigued.

"Pluton, of course! Didn't you notice us tele..."

Our heroes found themselves in Nefertari Cobra's palace.

"...port every time you said that word? I mean, it was totally obvious."

Pell appeared before them, in bird form and claws erect. He was flying towards them furiously.

"Crap crap crap crap crap!" Miss DoubleD's screamed. "Now what?"

"I had an idea!" Croco said deviously. "I saw it on Star Trek!"

Pell grabbed Mr. 5 and threw him far into the air before he could react.

"Computer..."

"Hurry up, he's coming back!" Miss All Sunday announced.

"I'm pausing for dramatic effect!"

Miss DoubleD's grew spikes all over her body, but Pell grabbed her by a spike coming from her head and threw her into parts unknown.

"Hurry up!" Miss All Sunday screeched. She was slowly being driven insane, she knew it!

Then she had an idea.

"Still pausing?" Mr. 2 asked Croco...just before Pell grabbed him.

Miss All Sunday spawned an arm on Pell's head and covered his eyes. With this distraction, she pulled out Lassou and shot Pell int he wing.

Pell let go and crashed into the floor, writhing in agony.

"Thanks, sweetie!" Mr. 2 said to Miss All Sunday.

"No problem," she responded. "Thought I could...make it up to you after all the work you guys did, putting up with my antics."

"Do you really mean it?"

"...Don't make me take it back."

"MISS ALL SUNDAY LIKES US!"

"I hate my life!"

"Computer, end program!" Croco said finally.

Miss All Sunday blinked and found herself in the middle of the stage.

She looked around: the room was exactly the way it was before they left. She was the only one in the room, besides Croco, who was entering right then.

"So it was all just a program?" Miss All Sunday asked. "Croco, you were right!"

"About what?" he asked, smiling. "About you being my arm candy? I know. About being a star? I know."

"No! About our whole little adventure in Thriller Bark and...and-and-and...PLUTON!"

"Eh, you know where Pluton is?"

Miss All Sunday ran towards the computer. A compact disc lay on the keyboard, the word "Pluton" inscribed on it.

"Oh, the video game," Croco said. "Yeah, Miss Wednesday suggested we buy it, before she tricked and left us."

"It was all so real!" Miss All Sunday shouted. "Croco, Sir! Was it all just a game, really? And how did you know?"

He put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Not as stupid as you think, eh? "

With his leather clothing stretched to the limit, it slowly started to fall apart before their very eyes.

"Couldn't handle all the running and movement we did!" Miss All Sunday said happily. "I didn't know leather could do that! But this means everything's true!"

Croco covered himself up and said, "Damn Mr. 4 and Miss Merry Christmas! Can't they do anything right?"

"It's not them, Sir! Don't you remember how you saved us from plummeting to our deaths? Our betrayal?"

"Betrayal? All Sunday, are you planning a revolution?"

"No, I just..."

Croco smiled. "I know," he said. And with that, he walked out of the room with the remainds of his clothes, dangling on his hook.

Miss All Sunday noticed she still had burns on her hands.

She saw her reflection on the computer screen and saw her blond hair.

She looked at the gun in her hand.

Wait, was this real? Or was it a game? I can't tell...!

In panic, she held the gun close to her and whimpered.

And then the gun went off.

...

. ...

...

...

"I'm sorry, Luffy," Chopper told his captain. "It doesn't look like Robin will be coming out of the coma any time soon."

"This is a bad week for Robin!" Franky weeped.

"Idiots...I'm surrounded by idiots!" Robin cried out in her sleep.

"What happened to her?" Nami asked.

"Overload of stupid," Chopper informed her. "You know what it's like being a smart person, yet surrounded by idiots and never being able to prove you are right and they are wrong? Do you know how frustrating it is to be surrounded by that all the time?"

Sanji lifted Robin's hand, kissed it and said, "Robin-chan, this is your prince. Will a kiss from your prince wake you up, my dear?"

Chopper went on, "She's been mentally abused by idiots for so long, possibly since her work with Crocodile. Her mind couldn't process it all anymore and it shut down."

"Well, we're going to keep her here until she recovers!" Luffy said enthusiastically. "I know she can pull through!"

"And if she doesn't, we can set her body on fire and dump her in a hole." Zoro said. "It's what a girl like Robin would've wanted.

"Is this real?" Robin asked, mumbling in her sleep. "Or is it a game? Damn you, you're all idiots! Croco D. Ile...I hate you!"