Hello fellow fanfictioners! I did say mid-February, didn't I? Well, you guys know I'm not the fastest updater in the world, so thanks for waiting patiently. And a virtual cookie to anyone who can guess why I decided to post this on today, 10th of March! I promise I'll write the second part as fast as possible, and with a bit of luck it'll be posted this March as well. Another announcement: since the secuestron lost episode was accepted so well, I've decided to do as much of these lost episodes as episodes I use from S2, but these won't be double parters like Junga Ball, Tone Deaf Jam, Trouble with Doubles, and all other known episodes. Here's the list again - for now.

-Tone Deaf Jam, pt. 2 (hopefully this March)

-Three Little Kings ("lost episode")

-Trouble With Doubles, pt. 1 and pt. 2

snake screamer: Thank you for the idea - I could really use it - and the review! Now you'll have to wait to which episodes make the final cut (will only do 7-9 episodes from S2)

Iron-Mantis: Why, thanks for another very useful idea! I think the bite stuff comes after the Trouble with Doubles, but I'm still figuring out when exactly to publish it.

teya123: Thank you, and it's really obvious those two ended up married

Wolfblood2o12: Here's the update, and I hope you get why I updated just now

There was a disclaimer for 11 chapters; I think you know I only own this idea and the lost episodes, and not anything that sounds familiar. Enjoy!

-Writer207

The good thing was, at least his leg was healing. Boz had been looking forward towards helping the people where they can, now he knew how the wounded needed any help they could get. So when he heard that there were people needed for the Annual Harvest Festival – to help set it up – he immediately signed in. That meant he could help anyway, without doing specific things actually. It was quite fun. He mostly carried balks and other stuff to their places, and helped others if their stuff had gone missing. Some of the guys still tried to figure out how Boz could have brought back the helmet that was stuck on one of the roofs of the palace when there were no real windows or entrances there.

Now, it was ten AM in the morning when the kings walked out of their palace door. Luckily they were kings, or else someone would already have taken a picture and then told them to put on some proper clothes. It was just unfair how those two could get away with everything. The two of them didn't seem very happy – maybe because of all the noise they're making.

"Mikayla!" Brady called out, "What is the meaning of all this… work?" he spoke the last word as if it were a curse just to say it; little did Brady realize he had to work – running a country is a full-time job.

"How are we supposed to rule a kingdom on sixteen hours of sleep?" Boomer helped Brady with this. Boz had to bring up another piece of wood to the other side of the plaza, and he had the luck to cross the two 'twin' brothers.

"Like two teenage kings," Boz commented before walking to his destination. The kings either hadn't heard him, or they pretended that they hadn't heard him, because they didn't react on what he said. Mikayla sighed.

"They're setting up for the annual Harvest Festival," she explained to the kings, and could've gone a bit further if Brady hadn't interrupted her.

"I don't even care if you're setting up for our secret wedding." he paused, "You're not, are you?"

"No!" If she had said 'yes', Brady would probably have forgiven her for working 'so early', seeing as they normally get up around eleven o'clock. Yet, she said no, so now Brady's hope was crushed again and he got moody. Boz noticed that, in the time he's known his black-haired brother, this boy had a dark side that almost never showed.

"Anyway, someone should've told us," he continued. Boz walked up to Mikayla's side. She couldn't be to blame – she's told them trice and wrote it on their hands. Those two just had a bad memory and only new things they wanted to know. So did Boomer know precisely when Beyoncé would go where, and Brady would still think Mikayla liked him.

"Oh, we did tell you! In fact, I've been telling you the whole week that today's the annual Harvest Festival." Boz said, looking at Mikayla for some help. If she added something, it would be very helpful.

"And I told you three times, and I wrote it on your hands yesterday." The two boys didn't believe her, so they looked onto their hands. Then, they had that look on their face when they were trying to read something some other than them had written. Then, Boomer's facial expression changed.

"Hey, annual Harvest Festival! Cool!" the twins grinned.

"Good thing we don't wash our hands," Brady reasoned, and his eyes fell on something else that was written on his hand, "Oh Mikayla, you're birthday is on Wednesday!" Mikayla's facial expression changed. Well, Boz was glad he remembered right in time to give her a gift – it had been the day before the dream-mummy asked for more toilet paper.

"That was last month. Thanks for the gift." she added, and continued supervising the setting up of the Festival. Mason could have done it, but he was ill and had to stay in bed. Luckily, he trusted his daughter to supervise the making of this year's Harvest Festival. Now, the two boys really got excited.

"So, as a festival, is there like, bouncy houses, pony rides…"

"…a kissing booth?" Brady interrupted his brother in the hope that Mikayla would be the one sitting there, if there was one. Boz shook his head.

"Bouncy houses are just outside the gate, pony rides somewhere in the village and there's no kissing booth," Brady looked at him as if he were crazy, "Yeah, you don't kiss any girl here except your girlfriend or wife." Okay, he might have made that up. Partly. At least, on Mindu you don't kiss a girl you don't date or you're not engaged/married with – for them, the tradition of the mistletoe kiss at Christmas is despised. He still had no idea if boys and girls kiss each other if they're not in a relationship.

"It's a week of festivities celebrating what we're growing on Kinkow. Like that tomato," Mikayla explained a little more, and at that moment, one of the last grown tomatoes was being brought in on a catapult. Boz shook his head. So tiny, he thought. He also wondered why, on the mainland, why they were even tinier. Why didn't their America grow vegetables and fruit this size, like Kinkow did? It would most certainly help the hunger in the world. Or it had chosen to adapt the size to the people walking the earth. That, or pollution. Anyway, Brady and Boomer weren't familiar with the size of these ingredients of food, and looked like it was a big tomato sculpture.

"That's a tomato?" Boomer could eventually bring out. Mikayla shoo her head, just like Boz did – out of disapproval.

"I know, it's so tiny!" Brady and Boomer exchanged glances, "But legend says when royals do perform on the festival, the island produces fruit and vegetables three times this size." Boz nodded in agreement.

"Legends says many things, and few come true, actually. Though, we're very certain this one is something we can call a 'true legend', if you know what I mean." He was right – legend has said a lot of things. He guessed that, after Boomer's performance, Kinkow had decided to grow fruit and vegetables the size as if it were grown on the mainland, as a sort of 'punishment'.

"In my third grade play, I want a giant tangerine." Boomer said, even if it had nothing to do with the topic. Well, it had nothing important to link with the topic. But seriously? A giant tangerine? That was either a true story, or something Boomer made up to talk about something that has to do with the current topic.

"Nobody wants to hear that story," Brady said, checking out his nails, as if it was a really boring subject. Boz looked at him, slightly frowning. The more he got to know Brady, the more he got a feeling like he had a somewhat darker side he almost never showed. Well, everybody had a dark side, but Brady's was just a bit bigger than Boomer's and Boz's. Boomer turned to his brother.

"Because you played spinach, and everybody hates spinach!" the black-skinned boy reasoned. Not everyone, Boz thought, thinking about the last time he ate spinach. It was a very tasty meal back then. What did everyone have against spinach? It wasn't that bad.

"Ignoring," Brady told Boomer, once again showing he wanted to be in charge, "What's the deal with the tomato on the catapult?" Boz and Mikayla turned to the catapult. Boz frowned. Yeah, why did they need the catapult anyway? There wasn't a catapult with a tomato on it when he was on Kinkow for six years.

"Oh, that's used to launch the tomato at the kings if no-one likes your performance." And now Boz knew why they stopped the tradition of the kings performing at the festival. Boz could dance, yes, but it didn't please the population of Kinkow. Besides, Boomer forbade it even before he knew about the existence – probably because he's a terrible singer. Brady and Boomer also seemed surprised.

"Wait, we have to perform and dodge a giant tomato?" Brady exclaimed. Our secret wedding, totally off!" Before Brady could say anything that could embarrass him more, Boz pushed both him and his twin brother towards the gates of their castle.

"Okay, kings! You now get inside, get dressed because, with all due respect, you two look horrible!" The two kings just shrugged it off, but went inside anyway. Boz sighed. With a bit of luck, the two of them would be dressed at one o'clock.

So, at two o'clock, when the Kings were finally dressed and ready to start one of their extremely short days, Mikayla explained all of the festivities during the week. Boz himself was not really listening, but trying to watch Lanny. He hadn't seen the little devil yet, and he was wondering what he was doing now. Probably nothing good, knowing the hobbit. He started to listen intensely when Mikayla was beginning to explain some things about the Chime.

"What is that again?" Brady wanted to know. Mikayla sighed.

"Every king of Kinkow has had a great singing voice, which we call the Chime. But since you're twins, we don't know which one of you has it." the two boys had a totally different expression. Brady seemed nervous, scared even, and glanced at Boomer, who suddenly wore a bright smile. Uh-oh…

"No problem," Boomer said, "That would be me!" Brady got, if it was possible even more nervous, and he shook his head.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Brady protested, "Boom, don't you think it might be better to … pf, I don't know – not to sing? I mean, you already got such a … special voice, it might be better to spare it." Boz had no idea if Brady was acting weird, but it seems like the co-king was acting weird.

"No need, bro." Boomer said, "it's time this island got to know how good his king is!" Brady looked like he had failed in something, while Mikayla and Boomer were rather enthusiast – especially Boomer. Oh, I hope he doesn't give us a sneak peek, please don't give us a sneak peek, Boz thought, and he was positive Brady was (somewhat) thinking the same.

"Why don't you get ready for tonight?" Mikayla said, implying that he could already perform tonight. Boz and Brady froze. Boomer nodded.

"That's a good idea." Boomer said, and he got upstairs. Boz gulped. He knew what he could expect and, to stop him from singing, Boz should best follow him. He got up from the couch and walked behind Boomer. Before running up the stairs – he preferred the stairs over the elevator – he turned to Brady and Mikayla.

"I'm going after him, 'cause he might need some vocal exercises. Yes, vocal exercises. Brady, didn't you want to tell Mikayla something?" He did not wait for an answer, but instead he ran up the stairs. He knew Boomer well, and he should probably take a shower now: he's performing, so for once he should be able to smell good.

Within five minutes, he was on top of the stairs and pretty tired. His condition had been gone the moment his leg got fractured, and he still was building it up again, varying those exercises with 'monkey jungle workout'. Or, in other words, he let his inner ape go wild in the forest and be just himself for a while, instead of being Boz the lousy servant-friend to the two teenage twin-kings.

He opened the door, and screamed in shock when he saw Boomer in his undergarments. Boomer screamed in his turn when he noticed Boz had entered the room. Boz quickly covered his eyes, even though his bro was wearing his underwear. He had seen Boomer in his underwear before, but this was different – now there was an eight year gap.

"Have you never learned to knock?" Boomer screamed.

"Wow! Why do you undress in here?" Boz asked, still not trying to look at the king. This was something you would call most embarrassing.

"Because there's not enough room in the bathroom," was Boomer's logical answer. Boz frowned.

"Not enough room in your king-size bathroom." Boz repeated, "yet you didn't mind the balcony there, through which everyone could have seen you like this." Just then, Boomer realized what his servant/friend was trying to tell him, and he quickly put on some robe. Just in case, you'd never know if some crazy fan would climb up this place and watch him in his underwear.

"Thanks," Boomer said, "well, I'll be taking a bath." Boz looked up, surprised.

"Huh. Never thought you'd say that." Boomer nodded.

"I know, right?" and the king disappeared in the bathroom, and that was when Boz realized that Boomer always sung when showering. He quickly reached the balks keeping the roof up, where he had hidden his ear plugs. He put them in just in time – he vaguely heard some noise which Boomer called 'singing', and Boz nodded. His singing sounded as if an alligator were going to the tooth doctor. Yep, he thought the other word of a person who could be described as a dentist. For some reason, Boomer didn't like the dentist, so Boz started to use 'tooth doctor' – even in his thoughts. Anyway, not much sound, nothing too harmful to hear. 't Was good like this. He descended from the balks, and landed on the couch. Just that moment, Mikayla and Brady entered the room. Boz did not hear them, but Mikayla drew her machete, so Boz was alarmed. Brady tried to stop her as well, but Boz also jumped up.

"Mikayla, stop! It's Boomer!" he screamed. He had no idea how loud it was, but it certainly had caught their attention. Brady said something, and Boz didn't quite understand, but luckily he knew how to lip-read. Just a tinsy bit – he was lucky Brady and Mikayla articulated a lot better than Boomer.

"Boomer?" Mikayla said, probably astonished, "He can't sing on the festival."

"But we can't tell him he's terrible, we'll break his heart." Brady reasoned, and Boz nodded.

"You're right." the time-traveler said, and due to the painful expressions on their faces, he must have shouted again. He did not know if Boomer had stopped with singing, but you could never know. Boz knew he himself was no good singer, but Boomer was even worse than him. "I ain't unplugging these." He said, a bit softer now. Brady seemed jealous.

"You've got earplugs? Give them to me!" And the two of them wrestled for the right of wearing the plugs that kept Boz fro hearing Boomer's horrible singing voice. Eventually, Mikayla had to break the two of them apart, or else 'they were gonna kill each other'. Just bullshit. Mikayla got back to the essence of her visit here: Boomer and the Terrible Chime.

"What do you want us to do if we can't tell him?" Mikayla wondered. At that moment, Lanny ran in, looking very excited. He also brought a whip with him. Conclusion: Lanny thought they were torturing people here, and had come to help them a bit. Boz turned over to him before Lanny could say anything.

"No, Lanny, we ain't torturing people here, now get out!" They all looked at him, surprised.

"How did you…" He began, but Boz interrupted him.

"Wild guess. So, if you could just leave us and Boomer alone, we'd be very grateful." He spoke up for himself, and also for Mikayla and Brady – no seriously, it might be better for the kings if they spend the minimum time with Lanny as possible. Yet, Lanny was still smirking as if he was going to do something. Boz knew the look – this wasn't going to end well if the time-traveler didn't stop it.

"Really?" Lanny asked, bot Boz couldn't hear what he said next, naturally, but also couldn't figure it out because Lanny sometimes spoke to fast to people, but still comprehensible for those who were listening. Then, a period came in which the three of them said nothing in particular, just… listened? Okay, how can they listen when it's Boomer who causes them to listen? Yet, suddenly, they all got some pained expression on their face, and Brady said something.

"Everybody, save yourself!" Boz thought Brady screamed, and Brady, Mikayla and Lanny ran out of the room. Boz almost laughed because they didn't have earplugs. Never thought Mikayla and Lanny, out of all people, would flee from Boomer's terrible singing. If they had ear plugs, Mikayla would've told Boomer carefully he can't sing and Lanny would have just hit him in the head and would have screamed to him he sung like a Tarantula.

As a side note, they were actually very good singers. Some of the banned Tarantula People ended up in the mainland music business, having to hide their true nature at all times. They were actually quite the artists in many things. Clothing made by the Tarantulas will almost never have to be remade, because they use the strong material that is known as Tarantula-rag. If they'd be friendlier, they would sure be the most popular race on Kinkow.

Eventually, Boz went out of the room himself, and he found Mikayla and Brady standing there – Lanny probably ran back to his room to put up yet another scheme to get the throne. Boz just hoped Lanny wouldn't get violent – you don't want to deal with the hobbit when he's violent. Yes, all those times when he 'accidentally' tried to kill the kings, he was not violent. Boz knew Lanny when he was violent (and friendly, but that's another story) and trust me; you don't want to know.

"He's really bad, isn't he?" Boz asked, putting out his ear plugs, so he could at least hear them again. The noise Boomer made could not be heard through the thick wooden door, luckily. Brady looked at Boz as if he was a madman.

"Bad? Boomer's really bad!" he commented. Boz could only agree with the king.

"We should tell him," Mikayla said, but Brady started to protest again.

"No, no, no, no, we shouldn't, it'll break his heart!" Boz sighed. Could the king never decide what he wanted? I mean, one moment he says he's really bad – indirectly implying they should tell him and shouldn't let him sing – and the next one, he's saying they'd better not tell his brother. Gosh, Brady make up your mind!

"Then, we need to talk him out of it," Boz suggested. Brady and Mikayla nodded.

"Hey, that's not a bad plan!" Brady said, and found Boz staring at him expectantly. "What? Is there something on my teeth or…" Boz immediately started to protest.

"No, not at all, it's just that… for once, you agreed with me!" Brady just then seemed to realize that, it was true. This was the first time Brady directly agreed with Boz, not seeking any middle ground, just right out of the blue, saying he agreed with his servant. Well, there's a first time for everything, and Brady told this to his servant. Just before Boz left, Mikayla stopped him.

"Good luck." she said, and he went back in the room, putting his earplugs on once more.

Just after Boomer re-entered their bedroom, Boz quickly unplugged the earplugs, which went unnoticed by the King. It took him five minutes to realize Boz was leaning against the pool table. And, just like when Boz came in, he screamed.

"Why are you here?" Boomer wanted to know, and yes, he had shouted these words, astonished the monkey-boy-servant-friend-person had still not left the room, while Boomer was sure he heard Brady and Mikayla, and maybe even Lanny talk and go away. He had no idea why they had ran back, though.

"Well, I don't know much about singing," except that I'm bad at it, just like you, "but I do know if I can help people with their voices. So, since you're performing today, I thought that you might wanna… sing for me so I can give you the right exercises." It was hard to say, since he was literally asking Boomer to sing. It was just as worse – as if he were asking Mikayla to teach him some dance moves. Worst decision of his life. Boomer turned to Boz, and he seemed interested.

"The right exercises?"

"Yeah, the right exercises! I mean, each voice is… unique, and needs it's own… personal… training, yeah! They need their own personal training, or people 'll start to sound like each other. And I don't think you wanna sound like Brady, or Lanny, or Mikayla, or Mason, or me." Boz didn't know what else to say, so he just said this. And, with these words, Boomer sang. Or, like Boz called it, Boomer made noise. His face distorted from the horror that was Boomer singing, and eventually forced a smile onto it when Boomer stopped and looked at Boz expectantly.

"Wow, that was… unique and," Boz said, finding this the right word to express Boomer's voice, "very… special."

"I know!" Boomer said, taking in that compliment. Boz gulped before continuing.

"Yes, yes, very special, it's might be… yes… it's too perfect!" Boz said with a smile; Boomer didn't seem to understand.

"What do you mean, too perfect!"

"I know what I'm talking about when I say that you're voice is too perfect," No, I'm not, I don't wanna see you fail on the stage, "It doesn't need exercise, and maybe it's better if no-one ever heard it, too! My ears are bleeding because of your special voice, and we don't want the people to get hurt." For a moment, Boomer seemed to buy it. Yet, it only took one glance at Boz not to believe the strawberry blonde boy.

"I know what's going on here," he began accusingly, and Boz back away – just one step, but he backed away putting that step.

"Y-you do?" Boz asked.

"Yeah, I sure do!" Boomer said, "You're jealous!" Thank goodness he's dumb enough not to see lies, Boz thought, and he started to nod.

"You got me. I am jealous. And I don't think you should perform today," Boz told Boomer. He could tell him not to perform 'cause he predicted Boomer would see it out of jealousy. And he was right, once again.

"Not perform? Why not? The people love me! Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a festival to open!" Boomer exclaimed, and he walked out of the room. It was possible he didn't like Boz after this, but that didn't matter. Boz failed in stopping Boomer from performing. He thought about pushing Boom out of the way and sing himself, but he knew it wouldn't work. He himself was a terrible singer, so this is just another way to make himself not popular by the Kinkowians.

He went outside as well, and he met Brady and Mikayla in the throne room, discussing one of Boomer's ridiculously dangerous ideas. Boz told them he could wasn't able to stop Boomer, and then, not really interested in Boom's stunts, went back to his room. He felt a bit tired, and thus he lay down on the couch and took a nap, until the moment Boz was told the black king of Kinkow was gong to perform, to open this edition of the annual Harvest Festival.

Just before Boomer was to perform – he still was inside the castle – Brady and Boz walked outside, to find Lanny standing on the stage that was built by Boz and a few other volunteers, and he was orchestrating the crowd. In the beginning, it just seemed like Lanny was planning on doing some act himself – Brady thought this, Boz had his doubts – but later, it became clear Lanny was just preparing the crowd to boo for Boomer Parker. Oh boy! Brady didn't think this was a funny joke. Boz did not know if Brady thought it really was a joke, but considering they trusted the evil kid for three years without knowing his true colors, it could be so. Anyway, Brady walked up on the stage, interrupting Lanny and the Kinkowians.

"Hear ye, hear ye, hereby declare I, Brady the …" after that part, Boz just tuned out. It was another one of Brady's ridiculous old-fashioned speeches, and he did not need to hear one of those ever again. Especially since these speeches were always in favor of the kings, even if this time the message was to protect his brother – oh, that was actually in favor of the kings. Eventually, Boz tuned back in when Brady had stopped speeching. As a response, the crowd booed him louder than Lanny had let them practice so far.

"Okay," Brady the whatever -he-called-himself-this-time said when he noticed that speech about not booing didn't work, "what if I promise Taco Tuesdays?" For a while, it was silent, until Lanny pushed Brady out of the was, and started to play the conductor of the people again. They went: 'Boomer! Boomer!' Boz didn't notice anything special, until he heard the difference in volume. They screamed 'Boo', but they barely whispered the last three letters of his name. Still booing, yet making it look like they wanted to see Boomer. Very clever, that boy, very clever…

"That'll have to do," Brady commented, clearly not having expected this to happen. At least he had hoped they started to cheer, but Boomer's name – with the boo loudly audible – just had to do. At that moment, Boomer walked out of the castle, and the Kinkowians clapped for their king who was going to perform. Boz already put his earplugs in the right place. His younger brother was not yet singing, but you'd never know.

Then, Boomer opened his mouth. The impact was immediate and brought to the people with no mercy. He had demanded them to push their hands in the air, but those slowly were getting down as well. Some little kid – that could've been Lanny's little brother, if he had one – even made his face into a grimace and started to look for something. Boomer did not notice this sudden change of state of these people. Eventually, he stopped singing, and looked at the little kid Boz had noticed earlier. Boz unplugged the ear plugs.

"Look daddy, I made it stop!" the boy said in joy. His father put his arm around the boy's shoulder, and muttered that he did well. Boz couldn't 've laughed if Boomer knew how bad he was, but Brady stepped in this scene even before Boomer could say anything about it. And he made a move which could be considered suspicious if Boomer hadn't heard the comment.

"This means no tacos for you and your family!" Brady hissed, and Boomer looked at him quizzically. Then, Boz saw that Lanny, who formerly had been standing next to Brady, now slowly and unseen moved to the catapult. Boz shrugged it off and let him go. If Lanny were smart enough, he'd see someone (*cough* Boz *cough*) sabotaged the machine so it would not fire the tiny tomato that lay on top of it.

"Brady, what do you mean?" Boomer ultimately said. Boz was certain he'd heard Boomer say something else before that phrase, but he must have missed it while looking for the hobbit to strike and hurt the kings – again.

"Boomer, I'm sorry to say this, but … you can't sing." Brady eventually confessed, and Boomer looked at his twin, hurt, and he even put a step back, trying not to believe how Brady had lied to him all those years. In the background, they heard Lanny scream 'incoming', but no tomato was fired at them. Lanny looked surprised, and both Brady and Boomer were annoyed, really thought the tomato was going to hit them.

"Not funny, Lanny," Brady said, "if you'll excuse us, we're trying to make things up here!" Boomer seemed to disagree.

"No, we're not! I'm outta here," and with these words, eh walked back into the castle. Boz sighed. This was going to be six more days of hell for the twins. Besides, if the tomato had fired, Boz would've felt it, too, though not as hard a s Brady and Boomer would feel it. But he just hoped the two of them stopped with the fights that were to come before the festival ended.