The King's Clue
Chapter 11
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Natalie's POV. In Dan and Natalie's room...
"A used pink bath robe, a rare mint snowglobe, a Smurf TV tray- that I bought on Ebay!"
"Shut up, you fool!" roared Natalie Kabra from underneath a gargantuan [giant] pile of pillows and blankets. She had assembled them in an attempt to muffle Daniel's horrible singing. If that was the appropriate word. That screeching she was hearing sounded more like Sangya, the creep from American Idol. Natalie had spent many hours watching reruns of that show. It was oddly addicting, more so than the British version.
"My house is filled with- this crap shows up in bubble wrap most everyday. What I bought on Ebay!
Tell me why I need another Pet Rock. Tell me why I bought that Alf alarm clock. Tell me why I bid on Shatner's old toupee. They had it on Ebayyyyy.
I'll buy your knick-nack, just check my feedback. A-plus-plusssss they all say; they love me on Ebay!"
Natalie's present situation of torture had begun when Daniel had found an iPod in their hotel room alarm clock. It wasn't even an iPod touch, but somehow poor people managed without a touch screen and apps. It had been love at first sight for Daniel and ever since he had been singing these stupid songs. Groaning in disgust, Natalie attempted to press a pillow into her ear hard enough that the wailing would be drowned out. She didn't succeed.
"Gonna buy a slightly damaged golf bag. Gonna buy some Beanie Babies new with tags from some guy I've never met in Norway, found him on Ebay!
I am the type who liable to snipe you with two seconds left to go. Got or Visa, whatever'll please ya, as long as I've got the doughhhhhh!"
Her scream merged harmoniously with Dan's "doughhhhhh!" He did a double take and stared at Natalie. "Wow. That sounded great! Can you do it again?"
"NO!" she screamed in reply.
"Sheesh, grumpy grumpy," Dan said.
At this point Natalie emerged from the pile of blankets and snatched the earbuds from Dan's ears. "Hey!" he complained. Just then a knock came at the door. It was Reagan with their breakfast.
After they had finished their breakfast, Dan began humming. Then be started singing under his breath. Finally, he burst out into song.
"You know I'm fat, I'm fat! REALLY, REALLY FAT! You know I'm fat, I'm REALLY, REALLY FAT!
If you see me comin' your way, you better give me plenty [of] space. If I tell you that I'm hungry, then won't you feed my face? Because I'm fat, I'm fat! REALLY REALLY..."
Natalie slapped Dan on the arm hard enough to make him stop singing for the time being.
"What was that for?" demanded Dan crossly.
"If you start singing again I will be forced to hurt you more," stated Natalie. "You're worse than Sangya!"
"Am not!"
"Yes, you are. I myself have... well, I know how horribly he sings."
"You watch American Idol?" Dan said with a laugh.
He laughed at me, the gorgeous Natalie Kabra! How dare he! "So?"
He laughed again. "You, who get millions of channels, watch American Idol? American Idol?"
She stuck her nose in the air and stalked off to ask for more food.
A/N:
MsCardinal: Thanks for reading! Sorry it was so short. Now for the utterly detested [hated] disclaimer. I don't own the lyrics to Weird Al Yankovic's "Fat" or "Ebay." I also don't own Ebay, Smurfs, Beanie Babies, Pet Rock, Alf, Apple, , Visa, or American Idol.
Natalie Kabra: [enters room] MAKE DAN SHUT UP! NOW!
Dan Cahill: [enters behind Natalie] I'm not as bad as Sangya!
Natalie: Yes, you are. MsCardinal, I demand you take out the parts of this chapter where Daniel sings!
MsCardinal: I'm sorry, Natalie, but I can't do that. The readers... um, they actually enjoy seeing you upset.
Natalie: WHAT?!
MsCardinal: I can't help it, Natalie. They're the readers! I must please them, because their reviews sustain me. Just get used to being ticked off by Dan.
Natalie: [stomps on MsCardinal's foot, HARD]
MsCardinal: [Howls in pain, grabs foot] I'm going to wrap this up before Natalie realizes she has her dart gun. Please review and participate in my 39 Clues role-playing forum!
Dan: Oh, snap. You know you made her realize she has a dart gun, right?
Natalie: [pulls out dart gun and looks at it lovingly]
MsCardinal: RUN, DAN!
Natalie: You may run, but you cannot hide, peasants!