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The happy-birthday-carys-special

Hi! Yesterday was November 22nd! That means it was Carys's birthday! Incedenatlly, it's my birthday as well. It's also the anniversary of the day that John F. Kennedy was assasinated. And, - yeah, I'll just get on to the special, okay? So, I hope you enjoy! Sorry I'm late!

Warning: This chapter contains scenes from the wizard of oz, so it's not pure star wars fanfiction. Sorry.

Location: The combustible chameleon, about 18 years ago.

"- Happy Birthday, you should have!"

Yowahn was the only one singing. Tenko was sat in her chair, arms crossed, while Paco was gagged on the floor, wincing as Yowahns twisted notes hit his musically trained ears. Carys sat at the table, beaming at the bomb shaped cake in front of her. It was speckled with 26 candles that jutted out of the small dessert and made it look like a porcupine.

Tenko nodded at her old friend. "Come on! Blow the thing out already!"

Carys frowned and pouted.

"But Tenko!"

"What?"

"There's too many candles!" Carys frowned for a moment, then brightened up. "I know!"

Pulling out C4 Teddy, she let out an extra large explosion.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!"

Paco gasped as the debris sent a chair flying at his head. And then he passed out.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that the ship had wrecked on some planet. Well, part of it. The other half was, well, who knew? Frowning, he walked out of the wreck. When he got outside, he saw a girl throwing daggers at people on a hillock. He approached her and found that the girl looked very much like Tenko, what with the silver white hair and all that. But it wasn't Tenko. It couldn't be, not with those sparkly red shoes she had on.

"Um, hello." said Paco

The girl looked over and snarled at him. "What do you want?"

The taco backed up slowly. Maybe she was a little like Tenko...

He opened his mouth to say something, but was soon drowned out as the second half of the combustible chameleon fell and landed on the Tenko-lookalikes head.

BANG!

He gasped at the sight of the the squished body. All that was left was the pair of sparkling red tennis shoes sticking out from underneath.

He paled. But then, all of a sudden...

"Nice job, mister!"

Paco looked down, searching for a voice. And he saw-

Z-Com!

But it wasn't Z-Com. No, there were 8 ones! And all dressed like little munchkins! As if that wasn't bad enough, a bacon colored bubble started floating down from the sky. It popped loudly to reveal...

His old friend Sean, in a pink ballgown that had strands of bacon hanging from it. That couldn't be right.

The 'Sean' smiled at him.

"Hello! I'm Glinda, the good witch of the bacon!"

Paco blinked. "I wasn't aware that there were such things as good witches."

Glinda waved him off with bacon-wand. "Then you're misinformed. Now, I believe you just killed the wicked witch of the east, right?" Glinda pointed to the ship/shoes/smashed body."

"Oh!" Paco said. "I didn't mean to!"

Glinda winked. "It's fine. You did us a favor by getting rid of her. I promise I won't tell the squirrels, ok?"

Paco nodded slowly.

"Good! Well, I believe that those shoes are yours, then, right?"

Just as Glinda said that and transferred the shoes to Pacos feet, there was a huge explosion, and a figure rose from the smoke.

It looked like Carys, but Carys wouldn't wear green face paint. And she would most definately not wear the pointed hat and black robes that the witch was sporting.

"Um, who are you?" Paco asked.

The witch cackles like a maniac. "Mwahahaha! I am the wicked witch of the pyromaniacs!"

Glinda glared at the new arrival. "Oh, just leave, you bacon hater!"

The pyromaniac shook her head. "Not until I get the shoes that that boys wearing! Do you know what's packed in there?'Sides, they were my sisters. They should be mine."

The munchkins, who had pretty much stayed silent up till this point, suddenly pointed.

"Go away! Go away!"

The wicked witch glares harder. "No way!" She turned to face Paco. "I don't care if that dress looks cute on you or that you're dog is adorable, those shoes are mine!"

Paco looked down to realize that he was, in fact, wearig a blue and whte checkered dress. And that Nick was sitting next to him.

Wait, Nick!

While Paco mentally died, the munchkins started singing.

"14 million 204 thousand 197 bottles of beer on the wall!"

The wicked witch brandished a stick of dynamite at the Z-Coms.

"SHUT UP!"

But nothing happened, and they kept singing.

"Now now," said Glinda "you know your powers don't work in munchkin land."

The wicked witch just scowled. "Ha! You're just as stuck as I am."

"What do you mean?"

"Look!"

Both Paco and Glinda turned to see that the munchkins had formed a barricade.

"Ahhh!" said Paco. "Now what?"

Glinda sighed. "We wait till the munchkins are finished."

"But their in the 14 millions!"

Glinda and the pyromaniac shrugged.

"Sorry, I guess. Looks like I'll have to get those shoes later. Why don't you take a nap in the meantime?"

An extremely freaked out Paco muttered an affirmative and promptly fell asleep.

When Paco woke up, he found himself on the floor of the dining room of the combustible chameleon.

"Mmmmmfff?"

Carys peeked over at him.

"You okay, Paco?"

He nodded weakly.

"Mmmmfff." (I'm fine. Happy Birthday, Carys.)

A. N. Agh! Ugh. Feel awful. I'm writing this at 2302 on a Sunday night with an algebra and bio test tommorow and I did it on my iPod, so now my fingers hurt like crazy. I better get to sleep.

With love. Hope you enjoyed.

Thearpsorceress