A/N:Oh, yes, Wolf. I see how you are. You set up a challenge and pretend that you don't want to see it overcome. WELL I SHALL DO IT! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!
Wolf: [in a voice filled with trepidation and topped with betrayal] Captain Pickles!
Sunda: [angrily] Captain Pickles.
Everyone else (well, not the enemies, of course!): Captain Pickles?
Dark Pickle: Yes, Captain Pickles!
Murty: Who the heck is Captain Pickles?
Profanity Sheep: NO PROFANITY!
Murty: But I wasn't using-
Sunda: Shut up, Murty.
Murty: But-
Sunda: SHUT UP!
Murty: [shuts up]
Sunda: [turns to face Captain Pickles] Long time no see, eh, Cap'n P? Though, honestly, I can't say I'm sad about that.
Cap'n P: Don't call me that. Your position is precarious enough as it is, Miss Sundavar.
Sunda: Okay, that's just weird.
Cap'n P: What is?
Sunda: You calling me by a part of my title. I mean, Sundavar isn't my last name. It means "Shadows," as the Inheritance peeps and Wolf could tell you. So you just called me Miss Shadows. [smiles] I'm flattered.
Cap'n P: [blinks] So Dautr abr du Sundavar is your title?
Sunda: Yup.
Halt: I didn't know that! Why didn't I know that? I DON'T LIKE NOT KNOWING THINGS!
Gilan: [slaps Halt upside the head] Eh, shaddup, ya big baby.
Cap'n P: ANYway...so what's your full name?
Sunda: Yeah, right, like I'd tell you! What if stalkers are reading this? I DON'T WANNA BE STALKED!
Dark Pickle: Oh, really...
Wolf: Hey, you stole my ellipse thing! DIE, FOUL FIEND! [lunges at Dark Pickle]
Park Ranger: Oh, no, you don't! [pushes a button that shoots chains out of the floor, which wrap around Wolf, yank him – painfully – back to the stone floor, and bind him tight]
Wolf: Hey! What was that for? [struggles against the chains, to no avail]
Park Ranger: [snorts as an answer]
Wolf: Well, fine, be mysterious. [sticks his nose in the air]
Sunda: I think you've been hanging around me too much.
Wolf: Maybe...
Dark Pickle: So, you two. One of you pleads innocent, the other guilty. Which is it?
Wolf: Innocent.
Sunda: [at the same time] Guilty.
[They look at each other]
Wolf: Do you want all of us to die?
Sunda: No, I want to be honest. Maybe you've heard of the concept, mon ami?
Wolf: DID YOU JUST CALL ME WHAT I THINK YOU CALLED ME?
Sunda: Dunno. Depends on what you think I just called you.
Wolf: [motions Sunda over to him and whispers to her]
Sunda: [eyes go the approximate size of...well...something very large] No! Nonononononononono! Mon ami means "my friend!" F-R-I-E-N-D friend!
Wolf: Phew! Okay! You kinda had me freaked out for a minute there!
Sunda: [laughs] Yeah, no worries. I do love you, but as a friend.
Mystical Rabbit of Retribution, Doom, and Fluffiness: SEMI-FLUFFY MOMENT! [cackles and hops over to sit beside the Profanity Sheep]
Sunda: What, no poofing away?
Crowley: You're losin' your touch, man.
Mystical Rabbit of Retribution, Doom, and Fluffiness: I AM NOT! And I wanna stick around to see the outcome of the trial!
Will: You mean you want to see your creator die?
Mystical Rabbit of Retribution, Doom, and Fluffiness: NO! I want to see her LIVE! But the wolf...guy...whatever you are [waves a paw at Wolf] can suffer in eternal torment, for all I care.
Wolf: HEY!
Sunda: Ah, wounded male pride.
Wolf: HEY! Why not?
Mystical Rabbit of Retribution, Doom, and Fluffiness: Because you were in no way involved in my creation. DUH.
Wolf: HEY! THAT'S DISCRIMINATION, PAL!
Mystical Rabbit of Retribution, Doom, and Fluffiness: [sticks his tongue out at Wolf]
Wolf: HEY!
Sunda: [ignoring Wolf] So, Profanity Sheep, you want to see me dead?
Profanity Sheep: [glaring and sounding like a six-year-old] Yes, I do!
Sunda: But why?
Profanity Sheep: Because you hurt me!
Councillors (except for the Pickles): Le gasp!
Profanity Sheep: And you're not my real mommy!
Everyone (except Sunda, the Pickles, the Mystical Rabbit of Retribution, Doom, and Fluffiness, and the Profanity Sheep): Le gaspy gasp!
Horace: H-how so?
Profanity Sheep: I'M NOT TELLING!
Horace: [winces] Sheesh, you don't have to scream it at me. [turns to Sunda] Can you tell me how he's adopted?
Sunda: I can.
Horace: [after a pause] Will you tell me?
Sunda: I will.
Horace: [after another pause] Well, why aren't you telling me?
Sunda: [slaps Horace upside the head] Because you haven't asked the freaking question, dipwad! [turning to the Profanity Sheep as he fills his lungs for another reprimand] Do you want me to freak out on you?
Profanity Sheep: [in a very small voice] No, ma'am.
Sunda: Good. [turns back to Horace, who is rubbing his head] Now, I believe you had a question?
Horace: Um, yeah...how is the Profanity Sheep adopted?
Sunda: [slaps him upside the head – again] Didn't you read the end author's note for chapter five?
Horace: Uh...no.
Sunda: [slaps him across the face] WHY NOT?
Horace: [cowering] Because I was too busy watching you and Wolf fight about the puke suit picture?
Sunda: [her face threatens near-divine retribution] Well, then. [suddenly brightens] Okay. [skips to stand in front of the Pickles]
Horace: [blinks and gets fistbumped into the I-Will-Never-Understand-Women Club]
Sunda: Sooooooo, Dark Pickle.
Dark Pickle: Yes?
Sunda: [cocks her head to the side, imitating an innocent, wide-eyed four-year-old. A chibi innocent, wide-eyed four-year-old. Oh yeah.] When are you going to start the trial?
Dark Pickle: When the utter stupidity ends.
Sunda: [raises an eyebrow] Then you're gonna be waitin' a loooooooooooong time.
Dark Pickle: And why is that?
Sunda: Will and the Mutt are alive. The stupidity shall never stop. And before you get any ideas, you can't kill anyone until after the trial. And only if they're found guilty.
Dark Pickle: Says who?
Sunda: Says me, that's who.
Dark Pickle: [laughs uproariously, drawing all attention to him] And who are you to order me about, little girl?
Sunda: [scowls ferociously]
Wolf: [quietly] You shouldn't've done that...
Sunda: [her face promises divine retribution] [in a solemn and ominous voice] I am the one who holds the power of the Forest Random. I am the one who brought the book characters here. I am the one who fought the powerful Articwolfstudios into submission. I am the weirdo who did something cool. I am the author of this chapter. I am the one who ate six point five six one six seven nine eight feet of solid rock in a matter of seconds. I am...Dautr abr du Sundavar! [flings hands up dramatically and causes the chamber to plunge into total darkness]
Various people: [scream like so many little girls]
Gilan's voice: Hey, Halt! You scream like a girl too! It's not just Crowley!
Halt's voice: You're lucky I can't see you, boy...
Sunda's voice: [somberly] Does that answer your question, Dark Pickle?
Dark Pickle's voice: Yes. Yes it does. Could you turn the lights back on now? I want everyone to be able to see your death, when – not if – it comes.
Sunda: [sarcastically] Yes, Your Pickleness. [shadows melt away]
Dark Pickle: [as the light returns] You are powerful, Dautr abr du Sundavar. But are you always this way?
Sunda: What way?
Dark Pickle: Melodramatic, temperamental, and sarcastic.
All the defendants in unison: Yup.
Dark Pickle: Fair enough. Let the trial begin!
[There is a bright flash of light. When it fades, the defendants are strapped to chairs arranged in a semicircle, with Sunda and Wolf – as the primary accused – directly in front of the Pickles.]
Crowley: Impressive.
Murty: So, Horace, how'd he do that?
Horace: Hypnosis and blunt-force head trauma. Not necessarily in that order.
Murty: [groans]
Will: I gotta-
Angela: Don't even think about it.
Will: Too late. [the floor beneath Will's chair becomes wet]
Angela: Ew.
Oromis: [gurgles]
Dark Pickle: Shut up, all of you.
Sunda: Why?
Park Ranger: [slaps her across the face and imitates that one guy from Pirates of the Caribbean] You speak when spoken to!
Wolf: [imitating Barbossa from the same movie] And ye'll not lay a hand on those under the protection of parley!
Park Ranger: [no longer imitating] What parley? This is your trial!
Wolf: [likewise] Exactly.
Park Ranger: O.O [scoots away]
Dark Pickle: Dautr abr du Sundavar.
Sunda: Yeeeeeeeeees?
Dark Pickle: You are hereby charged with absorbing the Power of the Forest Random, which led directly to the deaths of multiple animals and many trees – including the ones who attempted to bar your passage. Said absorption was undertaken merely to save your pathetic life. How do you plead?
Sunda: I plead that you not call my life pathetic.
Park Ranger: [slaps Sunda across the face]
Dark Pickle: How do you plead?
Sunda: I admit that I'm guilty of absorbing the power of the Forest Random in order to save my life. However-
Dark Pickle: Very good. Articwolfstudios, you are charged with channeling the Power of the Forest Random into a leaf with the intention that said leaf would become the new source of Dautr abr du Sundavar's dark powers. How do you plead?
Wolf: Not guilty.
Sunda: [under her breath, singing] Show me how to lie
You're getting better all the time
Park Ranger: [slaps her again] SHUT UP!
Sunda: [ignoring him] And turning all against one
Is an art that's hard to teach
Halt: [joins in singing – and glares daggers at Sunda] Another clever word
Sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back into line
A mob jumps to their feet
Arya: Now dance
Man, I never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you
Angela: And now you steal away
Take 'im out today
Nice work you did
You're gonna go far kid
All singers together: With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit 'im right between the eyes
Hit 'im right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running
For their lives
Eragon: Slowly outta line
And drifting closer in your sights
So play it out I'm wide awake
It's a scene about me
Murty: There's something in your way
And now someone is gonna pay
And if you can't get what you want
Well it's all because of me
Horace: Now dance
Man, I never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you
Will: And now you lead the way
Show the light of day
Nice work you did
You're gonna go far kid
(Trust deceived)
All singers in unison: With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit 'im right between the eyes
Hit 'im right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running
For their lives
Izzy: Now dance
He never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you
Crowley: So dance
I never had a chance
It was really only you
All defendants (except Oromis, who just kinda babbles): With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit 'im right between the eyes
Hit 'im right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running
For their lives
Clever alibis
Lord of the Flies
Hit 'im right between the eyes
Hit 'im right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running
For their lives
Dark Pickle: [blinks] Well...encore. Now-
Sunda: Show me how to-
Dark Pickle: NOT LITERALLY!
Sunda: Oh, fine, be that way. You're no fun.
Dark Pickle: Thank you. Now, if we could move on?
Sunda: Well, you're the one holding us up with your unreasonable demands! I mean, first you tell us to shut up – which only ensures that we speak, or at least I do – and then you ask for an encore but don't appreciate it! What is wrong with you?
Cap'n P: Enough of this! Will someone please tape her mouth shut!
Sunda: ¡No haga usted se atreve!
Park Ranger: [approaching Sunda with a piece of duct tape] Say what?
Sunda: Tun Sie nicht Sie trauen sich!
Park Ranger: Huh?
Sunda: [with affected patience] Ne delajte Vy smeyete!
Park Ranger: What the heck are you saying, woman?
Sunda: Ekki. Þú. Þora.
Park Ranger: [looking around helplessly] Does anyone know what she's saying?
Councillor Butterfly: I think she's saying the same thing over and over in different languages.
Dark Pickle: Thank you, Councillor Obvious. [to Sunda] Speak English, I command you!
Sunda: Ah, sí? Fes que jo!
Dark Pickle: [in a warning voice] Now...
Sunda: Oh, fine. But only because you're, you know, the pickle in whose hands my fate appears to rest.
Dark Pickle: Whatever. [nods to Park Ranger]
Sunda: [as Park Ranger places tape over her mouth] Oh, sure, take away any respect you may have garnered! I hope you-
Cap'n P: [as Sunda is cut off] Thank you, Park Ranger.
Park Ranger: [bows to Cap'n P] My pleasure, Captain. [grimaces] Believe me.
Dark Pickle: Now, where were we – ah, yes. Eragon-who-has-many-last-names – lately known as Mutt – Arya Dröttningu, Oromis-elda – who doesn't really have a last name – Islanzadí Dröttning, Murtagh Morzansson, Angela-who-has-no-last-name, Halt Carrick, Will Treaty, Horace Altman, Alyss Mainwaring, Gilan, and Crowley-who-also-has-no-last-name. You are all charged with aiding and abetting Dautr abr du Sundavar and Articwolfstudios in their foul schemes for Crossover World domination. Choose a representative and answer me this: How do you plead?
[The chairs of the people named are instantaneously arranged in a huddle. There is a brief, soft discussion.]
Halt: [faces the Dark Pickle] We plead not guilty, Your Pickleness.
Dark Pickle: [grimly] Very well. In that case, let us review the facts, shall we?
Wolf: [yawns loudly]
Dark Pickle: Do you have something to say, Articwolfstudios?
Wolf: Yeah, actually.
Dark Pickle: [after a pause] Well?
Wolf: [starts] What? Oh, yeah yeah. Um...BO-RING!
Dark Pickle: And just what do you mean by that?
Wolf: What are you gonna do, persecute us by boring us to death?
Dark Pickle: Well, I-
Wolf: Besides, we need to get this thing moving along. Sunda has nearly beaten her personal record for the number of words in a chapter, and we're still here! And there's still a lot to be done in this chapter! So I'm afraid certain measures are going to have to be taken.
Dark Pickle: [obviously amused] Such as?
Cap'n P: Be careful, Dark Pickle. I know what he can do. And even Dautr abr du Sundavar admitted that he was powerful.
Dark Pickle: So what? What can a boy possibly do to us, the Zorgamuffin Council of Weirdness and Chocolate?
Wolf: [scowls]
Sunda: [makes her best "You shouldn't have done that..." face]
Wolf: Oh, just you watch. [catches Oromis' eye]
Oromis: Gurgle?
Wolf: [makes a face that is scary enough to make Will pee again – oh wait, that's not a very good comparison...hmm...OOH! He makes a face that is scary enough to terrify the hair off of Emo Izzy, who catches a glimpse. Yeah, that's better.]
Arya: Mom, put your hair back on. PLEASE.
Izzy: I can't. The straps may be loose, but not that loose.
Arya: [groans] Again with the emo-ness!
Gilan: [faintly] Oh, dear Lord...WHAT is that SMELL?
Will: What sm– oh. That smell. [I think we all know what happens now]
Halt: [gags]
Dark Pickle: [through the hand covering his mouth] What just happened?
Wolf: That, my friend, is the power of the Nuclear Diaper Explosion.
Dark Pickle: Release them so that they may save themselves! I want to have the pleasure of killing them myself! [tries to run away, but is blocked by the council members who have already passed out]
Park Ranger: [releases the closest prisoner – Wolf – and runs away]
Wolf: Well, it's about time! [stands up and claps his hands once]
[The stench is suddenly gone]
Dark Pickle: How did you do that?
Wolf: Magic. DUH.
Dark Pickle: [quietly] Who are you, to be so powerful and yet so young?
Wolf: [smirks] I am the one who suggested this story. I am the one who survived a vicious Shadow Hug. I am the one who tied Dautr abr du Sundavar to a cart and lived to tell of it. I am the one who endured the Chasm of Death. I am the one who turned a thousand-plus-year-old elf into an infant. I am the creator of most of the Crossover World. I am...Articwolfstudios! [raises his hands dramatically and suddenly the captives are released]
Gilan: Nice!
Murty: It's about time.
Sunda: [gestures to her (still taped) mouth, taps her foot, and makes impatient noises]
Wolf: [walks over] I dunno, Sunda. I think I might prefer you this way.
Sunda: [fixes Wolf with a Shadow Glare of Promised Doom®]
Wolf: [gulps] Then again, I rather like living...[tears the tape off Sunda's mouth]
Sunda: MARVIN'S UNHOLY FUDGING GUACAMOLE, THAT HURT!
Profanity Sheep: [from the floor – he was one of the first to faint] No profanity. [is more of a moan than anything]
Sunda: [ignoring the Profanity Sheep] Thanks for that, by the way.
Wolf: No problem. But-
Dark Pickle: ENOUGH CAMARADERIE!
All former captives: [blink] [blink]
Dark Pickle: [peevishly] What?
Wolf: Dude. Seriously?
Dark Pickle: Yes. Seriously. Now get back in your chair.
Wolf: [raises an eyebrow] Riiiiiiiight. Have you learned nothing from the past however long it's been?
Dark Pickle: [ominously] Now.
Wolf: [sighs] Don't make me go martial art-y on your-
Sunda: [koff] Rated K [koff] American writing [koff]
Wolf: -hiney. [makes a face] The things I do for friends...
Dark Pickle: [scoffs] Go ahead, try it. I dare you.
Wolf: As you wish – and I didn't mean that in the Princess Bride way. [unleashes a flurry of martial arts moves, combining techniques from Ninjutsu, Kyusho jutsu, Judo, Krav maga, Northern Shaolin Kung Fu, Tai Chi, Kickboxing, Jujitsu and fourteen other various martial arts]
Dark Pickle: [lies groaning on the floor]
Wolf: [is not even panting] I told you so. [snaps his fingers all magic-y and the councillors are instantaneously transported and strapped to the chairs] Now as I was saying earlier, how are we going to get out of here without being infected by the Alliteration Amoeba? I doubt Dark Pickle will make another force field for us.
Dark Pickle: Got that right. [sounds like "Gotharigh"]
Sunda: I'll take care of that. But before I do, there's a couple other things that needs doing.
Wolf: Such as?
Sunda: Such as these, of course. [saunters over to the Park Ranger and slaps him across the face harder than if she was his girlfriend and had just discovered him cheating on her. And that's pretty dang hard.]
Park Ranger: [howls in pain through a dislocated jaw]
Sunda: And now you have experienced the Awesome Shadow Slap (patent pending). Next! [goes over to Dark Pickle and punches him in the nose. Or tries to, anyway – her hand passes right through him]
Sunda: [trying to recover her balance] What the-
Dark Pickle: [laughs evilly from behind the group] You forget that I am the Master of Illusions!
Sunda: [whirls around] Why, you little-[lunges for Dark Pickle]
Wolf: No, don't! [holds her back] He could have you chasing thin air! Do you really wanna bother with that?
Sunda: [grudgingly] I suppose not.
Wolf: Good. Now-
Sunda: But if he was an illusion, how did you beat him up?
Wolf: Uhh...
Dark Pickle: [evil laugh] Some illusions are solid, my friends.
Wolf: [growls] Why, you little...
Sunda: [warningly] Wolf...
Wolf: [sighs] I hate to admit it, but you're right. So how about us getting out of here?
Sunda: [sighs also] Right, right. Everyone bunch together. Will, get Oromis.
Will: Why me? Why not Emo Izzy?
Sunda: Because I told you to. Do you want to argue with me?
Will: No, ma'am. [scoops up Oromis and holds him as far away from his nose as possible] Ugh, who's on diaper duty?
Wolf: NOT ME!
Halt: NOT ME!
Sunda: NOT ME! WILL IS!
Will: [groans] But whyyyyyyyy?
Sunda: BECAUSE I SAID SO! [eye twitch] [eye twitch]
Will: [gulps and goes away to change the Nuclear Diaper Elf]
Sunda: Thank you. Now, everyone who's still here bunch together.
[Everyone proceeds to squish into a roughly three-foot-square space – which is not a very pleasant place to be with twelve people]
Sunda: [in between gasps for air] Not that together!
[Everyone spreads out and gulps down air whilst massaging rib cages]
Sunda: [to Wolf] So was that as bad as the time I hugged you?
Wolf: Not quite, but close.
Alyss: There it is again! You know, that's the second time this chapter. Are you ever gonna explain that?
Sunda: Nope.
Wolf: Nu-uh.
Alyss: [pouts] Why not?
Wolf: Cause we don't wanna.
Sunda: What he said.
Alyss: [pouts further]
Will: [comes up to the group, looking decidedly green around the proverbial gills]
Arya: Aww, poor Willums. Why are you looking decidedly green around the proverbial gills?
Will: Next time, you're on diaper duty. That'll answer your question. [hands Oromis off to Crowley and goes to stand next to Alyss – and, more importantly, away from Arya]
Sunda: Alright, here we go. Finally. [a bubble of dark energy appears around the group]
Dark Pickle: [from somewhere above them] How did you do that?
Sunda: I'm the Daughter of the Shadows. DUH.
[The bubble rises and starts to slowly make its way out of the Council chambers]
[Five minutes – and two inches – later...]
Wolf: Um, could you make this thing go a little faster?
Sunda: [grins wickedly] You want fast? Alrighty, then. [closes her eyes in concentration]
[Immediately the bubble shoots out of the chambers at – well, at very high speeds. Within five minutes, the group is a couple miles away from the Alliteration Area]
Sunda: [chirpily] Here's our stop! [the bubble descends to the ground and disappears. Everyone leaps away]
Halt: [kisses the ground. Repeatedly.]
Crowley: [lies down with his cheek pressed against the ground] Ah, sweet, solid, motionless ground!
Murty: [on his knees, clutching his stomach] [weakly] And I thought it was bad when Thorn was trying to get away from those archers...[vomits]
Arya: [passes out]
Wolf: Whoo! That was better than any rollercoaster!
Sunda: Ooh! I bet to anyone on the ground we were [starts singing] flying by on a Hawaiian rollercoaster ride!
Wolf: [groans] Oh, why do you do this to me?
Sunda: I dunno.
Mutt: Hey, applesauce!
Alyss: Applesauce?
Mutt: Applesauce!
Alyss: Applesauce.
Mutt: Yes, applesauce!
Alyss: Really, applesauce?
Mutt: Really, apple-
Sunda: OKAY, WE GET IT! THERE'S APPLESAUCE! Sheesh...
Mutt: I WANT APPLESAUCE! [goes to nom the applesauce]
Arya: [wakes up] What's this about applesauce?
Mutt: [howls in obvious agony]
Halt: [unconcernedly] What happened?
Mutt: [in between sobs] It bit me! That applesauce bit me!
Angela: Maybe it's not actually applesauce! Maybe it's an amphibious creature!
Mutt: Yeah, right. Amphibians don't bite!
Sunda: [wandering over] Says you. [inspects first the applesauce, then the Mutt's hand - which, it must be noted, is covered in blood] Your hand is fine.
Mutt: How can you say that? Look at it!
Sunda: I did. Your hand is fine – the applesauce, however, is disguising a bear trap.
Mutt: But I'm not a bear!
Sunda: That doesn't mean you can't get grabbed by the cold, painful, shiny bear trap. Ooooh...shiiiiny...
Crowley: Don't touch the shiny!
Sunda: [shoots Crowley a look] I'm not THAT stupid, stupid.
Wolf: Well, let's move on, shall we? What's next on our list of places to go in order to get to the Talisman of Roxerness?
Sunda: Next is a river.
Izzy: A river?
Sunda: Yes, a river. Remember? Wolf said it was over the river, through the woods, and across the Chasm of Death. Well, we've already done the Chasm and the woods, so all that's left is to go over some random river and we'll get to the ocean and be able to reach the Talisman of Roxerness.
Mutt: But...my hand hurts...
Wolf: [suddenly appears behind the Mutt] Wolf Hug! [Wolf-Hugs the Mutt]
Mutt: [blinks slowly] OMG PUDDING! [grins]
Pretty much everyone: Huh?
Wolf: That was a Wolf Hug. Wolf Hugs spread – how did you put it, Sunda?
Sunda: Wolf hugs spread happiness and joy and OMG PUDDING.
Halt: What's...oh em jee pudding?
Sunda: Don't ask.
Halt: Kay.
Wolf: Shall we?
Sunda: Actually, I'm gonna let you write this next bit. I mean, it took me over four thousand words just to get us this far – how long do you want this chapter to be?
Wolf: Good point.
Sunda: However, I would like to get us started on one thing.
Izzy: [nervously] What's that.
Sunda: [clears her throat and snaps her fingers]
Everyone: [links arms and begins to skip along singing] We're off to cross the river,
The wonderful River of Odd
We hear it is the weirdest stream
In all of the Crossover World
If ever a place to get weirder there was
The River of Odd is one because
Because, because, because, becaaaaauuuuuuse
Because of the weirdness that it's made of!
We're off to cross the river
The wonderful River of Odd...
A/N: And here are translations...
"¡No haga usted se atreve!" - Spanish for "Don't you dare!"
"Tun Sie nicht Sie trauen sich!" - German for "Don't you dare!"
"Ne delajte Vy smeyete!" - Russian for "Don't you dare!"
"Ekki. Þú. Þora." - Icelandic for "Don't. You. Dare."
"Ah, sí? Fes que jo!" - Catalan for "Oh, yeah? Make me!"
And the song that was sung (You're Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring – I don't own it) doesn't actually go the way I wrote it – that's an edited version I found on YouTube. ^*^ Also, I own neither the Princess Bride nor the "We're Off to See the Wizard" song that I so shamelessly butchered.
And Wolf...for once, I wasn't trying to one-up you. I swear. It just kinda kept going...and going...and going...OMG IT'S THE ENERGIZER CHAPTER! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIVES! lolz
And because I know people are going to ask...Murty didn't notice Cap'n P when we were all getting reunited in CWHACMR because by the time Murty might not have been distracted by the antics of Wolf and myself, Cap'n P was gone. Make sense? No? Good. xD