The Eleventh Adventure Of Larry The Imaginary Plastic Bag

Disclaimer: I don't own Celine Dion, IT, The Raven, Jareth, or the Joker. I barely own my own sanity. Lol.

"Wheeeeeeeeeeee!" I shouted.

We were going back in time to see Edgar Allan Poe. One of my most favoritist authors/poets ever.

(Insert Doctor Who theme here)

"Alright! Now hold on everyone!" The Doctor did his TARDIS thing while we all held on to various parts of the police box. We heard the familiar whoosh as the TARDIS took off to 1840 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where Edgar Allan Poe lived. As we stumbled out of the famous police box, we were laughing as was the norm. We looked around. Of course none of the Imaginary Landers could go so it was just the Joker, we had to persuade him to take off his makeup and find something that would cover up his scars. There was Deliciously Gorgeous, damsel-in-stress, the Doctor, and of course me. When we came out of the TARDIS, we bumped into a peculiar man with wavy black hair and a mustache. He had very haunted eyes. I knew that this man was Edgar Allan Poe.

"Excuse me." The man said as he walked away. My mouth was hanging open. The Joker generously closed my mouth for me.

"Thank you Joker."

"Call me ummmmmm……" he looks around searching for a name, "Jack while we are around this time."

"Okay. Call me Christa." I said.

"And call me Cat." Damsel-in-stress said.

Jareth, Jack, the Doctor, Cat, and I turned to follow the man when he turned back around and came walking towards us. We quickly looked like we were doing something else.

"You remind me of someone I once knew." He said to the Doctor.

"Yes, we did meet over Banana Daiquiris at a party. You told me about some of your stories. I have to say, I was quite intrigued with them. Sorry, I ramble. These are my friends, Jareth, Jack, Cat, and Christa. Of course, if you remember, I am the Doctor."

"Nice to meet you. I would be honored if you and your friends were to accompany me to my wife and mine house. By the way, I am Edgar Allan Poe."

"It is nice to meet you as well." I responded.

"I have noticed that you are carrying around a notebook. May I ask what is inside?"

"It is a story I am working on. It will probably never be done. I have too many ideas. If you want to read it, because I know you do, you may. I would be delighted if you will tell me what you think of it."

"I would be delighted to read your story." Edgar Allan Poe responded.

"I am warning you, you may not understand a lot of what is going on. I write random things that no one really understands. I just write for myself and for the , uh, weird."

"Don't worry. In my opinion the normal people are the weird people, because everyone is different. I have, uh, a few problems myself. Shall we be off?" he offered me an arm and offered his other arm to Cat. We left to go to his house. Of course the others had to follow because let's face it: he didn't have enough arms to go around. If he did his name would be Edgarpus. So we came to the door of the famous man.

"I would like to introduce you to my beautiful wife Virginia."

"Hello and welcome to our house." She smiles.

"Thank you." Jareth politely responded.

"Christa here is a writer herself. She has invited me to read her story. My I read aloud?"

"If you wish." I said as I handed over my notebook. Edgar Allan Poe began to read this story starting with the first adventure. We were all laughing and even the Grandfather of Detective Stories was laughing out loud. He had to stop reading a couple of times. All of us got equally embarrassed. We had a wonderful time.

After Edgar Allan Poe read my story, he let us read some things he was working on. He pulled me aside.

"I have not laughed that hard for a long time. Your randomness is unique in itself. Keep on writing no matter what others think. You wrote for your own amusement. If you amuse others, that's just a bonus. I've noticed that there might be a problem with your hyperactivity that you transfer into your enthusiasm for writing this story.

"Thank you."

"Hold on, I'm not finished. I love your story and would like to know if I could publish it in a journal I am presently working on.

"Well, I'm not done and to tell you the truth, I have no idea when I will be done with this story, I kind of like the idea of this to be between my friends, you, and your wife for right now. But don't get me wrong, I am gratified that you like my story well enough to publish it. I'm just not ready."

"I understand. When you do get done with your story, you know where to find me."

"Thank you sir."

"You have a gift for writing. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. Now get back to your friends. I saw you looking that way, wanting to get back to reading." He playfully wagged his index finger at me.

"Thank you again."

"You are welcome. Just remember what I said."

"Yes sir." I go back to my friends not really reading but reflecting on what Edgar Allan Poe said.

"Doctor, may I speak to you alone?" I asked.

"Certainly."

"I know that you know about him and those around him."

"Yes."

"Should we tell him that in January 1842, Virginia will show signs of Tuberculosis? "

"No! Even though there is not a cure, time when you tell him will be changed. The stories he will write will come sooner or he may not write them at all."

"Okay. Thank you. At least I asked you, Timelord before doing that. Thank you again."

"Don't hesitate to ask me about these things all right?"

"Savvy."

"And please don't mention The Raven. He wrote that later."

"I know that."

"I don't think the others know though."

"I'll tell them." I walk over to the others.

"Don't say anything about The Raven. He hasn't written it yet." I whisper in each of my companions ears.

"I won't." they each whispered back.

"It is getting late, would you like to stay overnight?" the famous author asked us. We all looked at the Doctor because he was the driver.

"Well…….I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

"Fantastic!" EAP said, "Let me show you to your rooms." He led us to two separate rooms. Boys in the largest room and girls in the other room. Needless to say we were a bit uncomfortable but I slept on the floor.

When morning came, we each took turns using the restroom but we girls got up earlier so we could use the facilities first. Smart us. For when all of the boys got out, a huge stink cloud settled over the Poe's humble home. We ran away along with our host and hostess to the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to wait for the stink cloud to go away. At about 1:00 pm, we noticed that the cloud could no longer be seen. We joined our now friends Edgar Allan Poe and Virginia for afternoon tea. During our afternoon tea, we had an amusing conversation that had to do with hats, ducks, and an army of squirrels. We had to go so we said our goodbyes.

"You are all welcome back anytime." Virginia assured us.

"We thank you for letting us spend the night at your home." Jareth said as we walked away.

"I think I may miss them." Jack said.

"Me too." I added

"Alright, now that we are going, let's go back to our other names." Cat said.

"Oh thank Spock." Joker sighed.

"Well Joker, I'm proud of you, you didn't" I started as Joker took out his switchblade and killed a random person as we nearing the TARDIS. "I guess I spoke too soon. RUN!" I finished.

"You didn't have to do that." Jareth pointed out to Joker.

"Well, that guy was looking at me funny."

"Um, that was a female." Damsel-in-stress corrected the Joker.

"Whatev."

We run into the TARDIS and go back to where we were which, was the Underground.

"Nice alliteration DethRose." Damsel-in-stress complemented me.

"Thank you."

"Okay well I'm going to my room."

Damsel-in-stress went to her room. The rest of us, Jareth, Joker, the Doctor , and me stayed in the throne room.

"Hey Jareth, can you do the spinney crystal thingy for me?" I batted my eyes.

"Sure." Deliciously Gorgeous did the spinney crystal thingy. It was groovy.

Joker wiped off his switchblade and watched Jareth as well. The Doctor was taking a nap so as Jareth was done, we looked for whipped cream and a feather to pull a prank on the Doctor. When we found the items of our quest, we put the whipped cream on the Doctor's hand and tickled his nose with the feather. You can guess what happened. But the Doctor didn't wake up. We looked for slices of cheese to get wet and throw on his face. Haha! He screamed. It was so hilarious. We chased each other around pretending to be ghosts, when damsel-in-stress came back in.

"What are you four doing?" she asked.

"We are playing ghost tag. Wanna join?" The Doctor answered.

"I've got nothing to lose." She shrugged.

"Not true. You have your soul to lose! Mwa Hahahahaha!" I joked.

We played for while then quit because we were hungry. We ate then watched a movie with popcorn! Of course the movie was horror because it was dark outside. IT was it's name. Of course I was the only one who cowered behind my hands because I was the only one there who was afraid of clowns. My friends were of course so understanding that when I went to bed, they dressed up as clowns and crept into my room while I was asleep. They scared the Sugar Honey Iced Tea out of me. Needless to say, I threw copies of Celine Dion's last CD at them. Und they ran away in fright.

"Ah. It's good to be me." I say as I lay back down to fall back asleep.

A/N: Wow! Sorry it took so long to write this. I was lazy and well this chapter was 8 pages long in my notebook. Usually it lasts only 3-4 pages. To make up for it, I will put out a couple more chapters tomorrow. DON'T KILL ME!!

Joking.

Joker: Do it.

Celine Dion is a trademark of Canada. IT is by Stephen King. The Raven is by Edgar Allan Poe. The Adventures Of Larry The Imaginary Plastic Bag is by me Christa aka DethRose aka Stupid aka Oompa Loompa.