Okay… now where were we?
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything. Also the material used in Smiley and Surly's act is borrowed from Monty Python's "The Parrot Sketch". (Don't ask me why, but every time I watched their act, that scene always came to mind… okay, on with the story)
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"Ooh… ahh… wow…" Zippy said as they walked around the Fairy Grounds.
"Told you it was cooler in real life," Zeke whispered to her. "See, ZIP? We're actually tall!" Zeke walked by a shop. "It's like we're in a village of dollhouses…" a squid, which sat on the roof of the building- or in this case, is the roof- swiped a tentacle at Zeke, which he had to duck to avoid. "Only awesome!"
"Oi, don't be comparin' my town to some girl toys, mun! Th' buildings may be small to ya, an' ye may think us fairies cute, but we en't dolls ye can play wit'!" Mr. Drippy stated.
"Wouldn't it count that you were a doll once?" Zippy cracked, and the others stifled snickers.
Mr. Drippy gave her a look. "Oi, watch it lass! …an' in case ye didn't hear that part of the story correctly, I had been cursed, so there'd be a difference!"
She chuckled. "It was just a joke, Mr. Drippy,"
"Yeah, well, leave th' jokes to th' professionals- speakin' o' which, th' show will be startin' in a few minutes, so lets-"
"Oi, Drippy!" another fairy exclaimed, this one having Mickey-Mouse-like ears and being one of the fairies Zippy had seen last night at the hot-springs. "Hate to interrupt youe're touer, but Fairy Godmother wants to see ya, mun! Somethin' 'bout wanting to know 'bout dat black-haired lass ye were showin' 'round th' other day,"
Zeke blushed. "I'm a boy," he mumbled.
"Agh, she always has to hear everything, don't she?" Mr. Drippy muttered, turning to his new guests. "Ah, well, might as well introduce th' lot o' ya to her, before she bursts wit' anticipation. C'mon then!"
"Who's the Fairy Godmother?" Tracker asked, as all she could think about was Cinderella's fairy-godmother.
"You'll see," Vincent answered, as they followed Mr. Drippy up a platform.
Tracker looked up… and nearly fell off the platform. Before them was a massive fairy's head with green hair and a spout at the top of her head, with big bright eyes and a big smile, and fins. She's as big as a whale! The she-wolf thought in astonishment. No, wait, bigger than that… bigger than Tyson! Wow!
"Ah, Drippy mun, it's about time ye introduced me to youer new friends, en't it now?" Fairy Godmother stated, still smiling and having a cheery tone. "Who'd be youer new girl-friend… and who'd be th' rest of these nice-looking guests of ouers?"
"Oi, first o' all, mam, Zeke here- th' BOY I was showin' 'round th' other day- en't a girl. An' the bunch wit' him happen to be visitors from Ollie's world- Vinny-boy, why don't ye introduce youerselves?" Mr. Drippy answered.
"Um, I'm Vincent. I'm a wizard," Vincent answered.
"Oh! Another wizard! How exciting!" Fairy Godmother commented, then looked at Tracker. "Ooh, and what might ye be, lass?"
"My name's Tracker. I'm a werewolf," the she-wolf answered. "It's nice to meet you, ma'am,"
"Ta, ye be a nice creature… An' what 'bout th' two o' ye down there? Ye look so much alike!"
"I'm Zeke, the boy Mr. Drippy was talking about, and this is my sister, Zippy." Zeke answered, shyly.
"How do you do, Miss Godmother," Zippy stated politely.
"Ah, so wonderful to meet ye all! Ye must tell me more 'bout youerselves!" Fairy Godmother exclaimed.
"Perhaps later, mam. We'd be on ouer way to catch Smiley and Surly in their new show, like." Mr. Drippy stated quickly.
"Ohhh…"
Mr. Drippy paused, upon hearing his mother groan. "What is it now?"
"Ugh… Don't mind me, just a bit o' tummy-trouble. For some reason, th' new batch of littlies won't come on out!"
"Littlies?" Tracker asked.
"Aye, that be what we call ouer little fairies." Mr. Drippy stated. "Fairy Godmother here produces all us fairies, such as we call her 'mam', you see?"
"She's similar to a queen bee," Zeke added.
"A queen bee! Oh, how flattering!" Fairy Godmother exclaimed, chuckling.
"Fairy Godmother, if you'd like, we could check on the littlies to see what's the matter," Oliver suggested.
"Would ye now? Ah, Ollie-boy, ye get sweeter every time I see ya!"
"In that case, lets head to th' show- get mam laughin' hard enough so we can enter her mouth," Mr. Drippy stated.
Tracker's eyes widened. "Enter her what now?" she questioned.
"Well, how else do ye expect us to get into her stomach, Wolf-Face?"
"Her… stomach?" Marcassin questioned, having never been inside the Faycare Center before himself.
"Don't worry, you two. It's actually quite fun!" Esther told them. "And the littlies are so cute!"
"…just so long as we don't take the cannon…" Swaine muttered.
"Cannon?!" Tracker and Marcassin both repeated.
"Oi, lets move it, ye lot!" Mr. Drippy called out, already heading down the platform. "Don't want to miss th' show, do ya?"
"Right behind ya, Drippy!" Zippy exclaimed- jumping off the platform!
"Zippy!" Oliver gasped, watching as Zippy… parachuted down, landing beside Mr. Drippy. "Huh?"
"What exactly all does she keep in that backpack of hers?" Marcassin asked.
"I don't know, but if she keeps jumping off every ledge, we're going to have a problem." Swaine scoffed, turning towards Zeke. "You're not going to leap next, are you?"
"I'll walk this time," Zeke answered, walking down, then whispered to Esther. "Is he always like this?"
"Just wait until you get to know him- then he gets worse," Esther quietly joked.
"I heard that!" The thief snapped, and Esther and Zeke hurried on, giggling. "Annoying little brats…"
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The group made it to the small stage, built in a clearing by a slant in the ground, where a crowd of fairies where sitting down. Everyone hurried to find a spot to sit, before the whole area was full, sitting on the ground next to each other. "Oi, mun, do ye mind? Those spots are saved for my friends, like," A fairy with pursed lips and wearing a green outfit said to Zeke, waving another pair of fairies over.
"Oh, sure. Sorry," Zeke said, moving down a row. Esther and Oliver did the same, so the three fairies had a place to sit.
The crowd quieted as Smiley and Surly stepped onto the stage. "What a turn-out! Seems like we keep getting more o' a crowd each week, don't it, Surly?" Smiley, a fairy with long droopy ears with hooped earrings, wearing a red outfit, and having a nice smile on his face exclaimed.
"Aye, either th' crowd's getting bigger, or youer math is off," Surly, a fairy with pursed lips, a slightly moody gaze, ears that drooped over his head, and wearing a blue outfit answered, plainly.
"Well, lets get on wit' th' laughs, shall we? Don't want th' crowd to think they've gotten jipped, do we?"
"Aye, speakin' o' jipped, think we should tell 'em about th' time I got jipped tryin' tah get me own Seed Sprite?"
"(Oh, good hook, mun). Alright, I'll play ye, an' ye play th' rotter who jipped ya!"
"What the…?! I can play myself!"
"Aye, but maybe I'll give ya a break, must be tiring,"
"Oi, very funny mun, pick on me on stage as always, why don't ya?"
"Ah, I'm just yankin' youer ear mun. What say we get started?"
"Ya mean like we should've a minute ago?"
"Alright, alright… So you play youerself, I'll play th' snook, an'… we'll pretend this coconut is a Seed Sprite," Smiley then whipped out a coconut.
"Odd-lookin' Sprite, I feel like I've been jipped already. Alright, lets start!" Surly took the coconut, then pretended to open the door. "Cha-ching! How do?"
"Goodbye! Cha-ching!" Smiley pretended to slam a door.
"What th- why th' flippin' heck did ye slam th' dooer in my face, mun?!"
"I didn't say we were open yet, did I?"
"Agh, we always do that bit when we act out a shop! When are ye goin' to cut it?!"
"When you learn to wait 'til th' sign says 'Open',"
"Flippin' hilarious, mun, always givin' me th' bad end o' th' line…"
"Okay, okay, this time's for real."
"'Bout time mun… Alright, cha-ching, how do?"
"How do,"
"I'd like to make a complaint about this familiar ya gave me,"
"Ah, yes, th' Seed Sprite. Lovely little companion, en't it? What's wrong wit' it?"
"I'll tell ye what's wrong- it's dead, that's what's wrong with it!"
"What? No it's not, it's only sleeping!"
"Sleepin', eh? Then I'll wake it up," Surly held up the coconut. "'Ello, Stewie, got a nice chocolate bar for ya when ye wake up!"
Smiley tapped the coconut quickly, making it move. "See? It moved!"
"It did not, you tapped it!"
"I did not! I'm tellin' ya that Sprite is th' picture o' health!"
"Not a pleasant picture, I say." Surly then shook the coconut. "Wake up, Stewie Seed Sprite!" he brought it close to his mouth. "STEEEWWWIIIIEE!" he then beat it on a nearby stool. "Stuart, wake up!" he then tossed it into the air, and it landed on the stage with a 'thunk'. "Now that's what I call a dead familiar."
"It's not dead, it's pining for th' fiords!"
"Pinin' for th' fiords, what kind o' talk is that, mun?!"
"It's a lovely little creature-"
"Look, mun, I'm getting sick o' this. Th' only reason I bought this familiar is because ye told me it was tamed to sleep after a ferocious battle!"
"Well, yeah, you gotta give th' little critter some practice. Fought so much that he passed out!"
"I also noticed that th' only reason it had been standing up in th' first place… is because ye had him held up with rope."
"I had to tie him up, y'know. If I didn't, he'd break loose an' voom!"
"Are ye kiddin'?! This thing wouldn't 'voom' if I threw it directly at a Sparkee! It's stone dead!"
"It's pining-"
"It's not pining, it's passed on! This Sprite is no more! It has ceased to be! It's a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If ye hadn't tied it up, it'd be pushin' up th' daisies! It's run up th' curtain an' joined th' choir invisible! This… is in an Ex-Seed Sprite!"
"Oh. …Better go tame youerself a new one then,"
The crowd was in an uproar of laughs, as Smiley and Surly took a bow. In the distance, Fairy Godmother was in guffaws. "Oi, that's funny! Ha ha! Oh, I can't take it- it's too hilarious!" she was laughing.
"Oi, that's ouer chance! C'mon, ye lot, lets get up in there before she gets over it!" Mr. Drippy said to the others, hurrying off.
"Hey, wait up!" Vincent said, following him along with the others.
They followed the fairy back up the platform. "Wait, isn't there another entrance we can use?" Oliver asked. "There was one in the Rose Room that lead to a set of stairs…"
"Oi, we wasted enough time getting her to laugh, Ollie-Boy! Now c'mon, th' Littlies need us!" Mr. Drippy exclaimed as they reached the top of the platform, where three fairies with Mickey-Mouse-like ears stood waiting.
"Preparing for launch!" One of them exclaimed.
"WAIT-!" Swaine cried.
*Ka-Chunk!*
"Augh!" Everyone screamed as a trap-door opened, and they fell in!
"Ow! Someone's elbow is in my eye!" Esther yelped.
"Oof! Esther… I think your heel is in my stomach…" Zeke grunted.
"Oliver, next time we have to go to the Faycare Center… bring up that alternate entrance, first!" Swaine muttered. "Mmf! Vincent, get your hair out of my face!"
"I will when you get your knee out of my back!" Vincent snapped.
"Agh, quit whining!" Mr. Drippy muttered, crawling to the tip of the cannon as it rose out of the trap-door, and turned to the other three fairies. "Full charge, boys!"
"Ignition!" One of the three exclaimed, lighting the fuse with a match.
"THREE…" The three of them started to count down.
"W-Wait! We can't just blast out like this!" Tracker stammered.
"TWO…!"
"There has to be another way to get in!" Marcassin pleaded.
"ONE!"
"I have to pee!" Zeke cried.
"BLAST OFF!"
*KA-BOOM!*
The group was then shot out of the cannon and through the air at Mach 4! "WHOOOAAAA!" Everyone screamed.
"THIS IS FREAKIN' AMAZIIING!" Zippy shouted, as they soared right into Fairy Godmother's mouth and down her throat!
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As this was going on, Cobayne and Phiroseth looked into the image of the heroes. "Excellent… and you say the trap is set?" Phiroseth asked.
"I set it up the moment they returned to the beach. I foretold they would be going to the Faycare Center… yet it wasn't going to come true, not without a reason for them to go there in the first place," Cobayne answered.
"Well done… let us hope we are triumphant this time,"
"I have set up more traps along the way, master… Besides, there is little chance they will make it out of there, alive. There's only one thing I would like to hear from them if they do survive, however…"
"And what is that?"
Cobayne smirked. "How they like playing with my toys,"
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"Oof!"
"Ow!"
"Oomph!"
"Ouch!"
"Agh!"
These were some of the words that were grunted and groaned as the group fell through Fairy Godmother's esophagus and only the floor. Tracker stood up, seeing it was dark inside the stomach… yet looking like the inside of a preschool, with blue walls, cute pictures hanging on billboards, and small doors with pictures of flowers on them. Mr. Drippy casually hovered down, gently flapping his arms as if he were a bird, landing by the group.
"You… have GOT to find a different way to enter your mum's mouth…" Swaine sneered at the fairy.
"What, an' miss half th' fun?" Mr. Drippy retorted.
"He has a point," Zippy said. "That was pretty fun, if you think about it!"
"I doubt I can agree with a girl who jumps off cliffs for fun," Marcassin remarked.
"Shh, hold on, everyone." Oliver whispered, looking around. "Something's wrong… why is it dark in here?"
"Yeah… I remember this place being brighter," Vincent said, then noticed Swaine giving him another suspicious look. "…Er, the way it was described, I mean."
"You mean… there's lights in her stomach?" Tracker questioned. "That's… different."
"Of course, Wolf-Face! We fairies have a different anatomy than th' rest o' ya- I was pretty much born wit' this lantern on my face! Mam was born wit' lights in her belly, so that it wouldn't be so dark an' frightening for th' Littlies." Mr. Drippy explained.
"Cool, I wonder where the switch is at?" Zippy commented, looking around.
"…wish I had a lantern-nose…" Zeke said, rubbing his nose.
"But I never knew mam to turn her lights off- maybe dim 'em at nap-time, but not cause a black-out!" Mr. Drippy stated. "Somethin' is seriously up, that's for sure…"
Esther was looking down the hall… seeing a silhouette standing there. A light at the end of the hall flickered a bit, showing a frightening face, before going out again. She gasped and grabbed onto Oliver's arm. "Did… did you see that?! Someone's down the hall!" She stammered.
Zippy dug into her backpack, whipping out a flash-light and shining it down the hall… but no one was there. "Coward must've took off," she scoffed.
"Eee! Scary scary! Help!" came several, high-pitched cries from a room with a tulip picture on it.
"Th' Littlies!" Mr. Drippy cried.
"C'mon!" Oliver called, running forth. The others followed, going inside the room. It was pitch-black, and they heard a rattling sound. Zippy shined her light over to the sound, seeing that it was coming from the Littlies, hiding under the bed, trembling.
The Littlies, Tracker noticed, were tiny fairies that were shaped like eggs, with tiny little eyes and mouths and wearing different outfits. "Scary, scary, scary!" they all whimpered.
"It's alright, kids. No reason to be afraid of the dark," Tracker whispered to them.
"Scary! Scary! Scary!"
"Tracker, no offense, but I think you're scaring them even more," Swaine said.
Marcassin paused, sensing movement as he turned around. "I don't think it's Tracker they're afraid of!" he gasped.
Everyone then turned around-
"AAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHH!"
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A/N: Oh these little cliffhangers. Will they ever cease? XD
Okay, next chapter will be horror-based… though not much, since I tend to throw in a lot of humor in those situations. Brace yourselves, just in case!
Please review, no flames or your life will be a horror-movie next!