CHAPTER 2: BUT NOW HE'S FREDDY F KREUGER

NOTE: Yes, the 'Lambcake' joke IS back for this chapter. Things AREN'T gonna be pretty when you mix Cobra with a 'lambcake'.

"Freckles, wake up..." Rattler whispered, nudging the tomboy in worry. "Wake up."

"She's asleep..." Lucy groaned.

"We know." Sally sighed, rubbing her eyes groggily.

"Marcie? Marcie? Are you awake?" Linus trembled, nudging her as she murmured something about the Banshee, possession and a crucifix in her sleep. "Lucy..." began Linus. "Who's the Banshee of Hennepin County?"

"I think she's dreaming up the 'Banshee'..." Joslyn pointed out. "But since this IS Marcie we're talking about, a character from a book?"

"It isn't." Rattler argued.

"I remember that tale." Cobra smiled to herself. "Seven girls were having a sleepover, but five of them were kidnapped-a bespectacled girl heard the Banshee's cries and woke the others."

"Bespectacled?" Melanie questioned.

"It means 'wearing glasses'." Joslyn explained.

"So...basically..." began Frieda.

"You could say so." replied Rattler.

"Carlin...WAKE UP!" Lucy shouted with zero results. "How do those singers do it?" she asked as the others looked in confusion.

"Singers?" Schroeder wondered.

"The four male singers in the colorful outfits."

"No, Lucy...the Beetles only had some lullabies on their album."

Francesca sighed as she climbed into her big brother's lap and turned off the TV. "Dumb movie..." she scoffed. "Why couldn't you have chosen something else?"

"Some people LIKE Elm Street." Cobra replied with a slight annoyance.

"How? All that blood and horror makes me wanna throw up." Francesca explained.

"Some people can stomach Elm Street..." replied Franklin.

"Am I the only one worried about how he got his scars?" Rattler asked. "They're so cool!"

"Agreed!" Thibault added, climbing into Peppermint Patty's lap as she let out a few snores. "I wish I had those scars..."

"Yikes!" exclaimed Snoopy in horror. "He looks horrible..."

"Agreed!" a fearful Andy whimpered.

"I'd rather partake in a potato eating contest." confessed Ox with a yawn.

"What's wr-wrong with potatoes?" Claudia asked in confusion.

"You'd think someone like me would love potatoes...HA! I hate them. I hate potato chips and French Fries a lot! I don't like potatoes one bit!" Ox explained.

"I'll eat anything." Olaf smacked his lips.

"Figures..." groaned Gracie. "Great...my in-law's a big fan of noshing...like you..."

"Shucks..." blushed Snoopy.

"I better turn in...night, Patty." Ox yawned once more before kissing Patty (Swanson) on the cheek.

"Sweet dreams..." giggled Patty as he curled up into a ball on his sleeping bag. It reminded Charlie Brown of when Snoopy would curl up at the end of the bed before snoring up a storm-only this time, the puppy was an 'Ox' and the snore-storm was barely audible.

"I never thought I'd be saying this..." began Lucy with a laugh. "But Ox is quite a cute guy when you really get to know him. I'm envious of you!"

"Marcie? I got the cross thingy. Now what?" asked Peppermint Patty.

"Now I need you to attempt an exorcism to get the Banshee out of me." replied Marcie.

"What's that?"

"It means getting the Banshee out of me!"

"Okay, you might feel a sudden drop in gravitation though..."

A few minutes later, Freddy smiled evilly to himself. "Well, well, well..." he smirked as the tomboy helped her best friend back on her feet. "Time for bed."

"Freddy, dude, what happened to you?" worried Peppermint Patty.

"Yeah, Freddy. What's wrong?" gulped Marcie, brushing the dust off of her.

"Bedtime!" he exclaimed.

"But, Freddy...why're you so concerned about us going to bed?" Marcie wondered.

"So you two get out of my skin."

"NEVER!" she exclaimed, kicking a nearby trashcan violently, leaving a dent in it. "Freddy, you're never EVER going to get us out of your skin by sending us to bed; we're independent, Freddy!"

"Nonsense, Marce...it's bedtime for all little girls."

"LITTLE?!" exclaimed Peppermint Patty as Marcie swiped Freddy's hat and ran off, sticking out her tongue cheekily. She didn't get too far though and lost her glasses upon tripping. Getting up off the ground, she stumbled around helplessly whilst the tomboy and Freddy looked in confusion.

"Oh good grief...out of all things..." sighed Linus as he nudged Eudora awake accidentally by shifting his shoulder away.

"What is it?" asked Eudora.

"Know anything on sleepwalking, anyone?" he inquired.

"I have a frequent sleepwalking sister." responded Skylar. "Just get them in their sleeping bag gently. Make a loud noise at a distance too if you want."

"If I had my blanket, maybe I could've whipped it to catch her attention..." Linus thought.

"What about calling out their name?" asked Cobra with a hidden smirk.

"Sure, just use a megaphone." added Skylar.

"Megaphone?" Claudia gulped, putting on her headphones in alarm as Cobra grabbed a megaphone and turned it on. "W-what's the plan? Get m-m-murdered?"

"Murder? Ha! 'Murdered', she said." laughed Rattler.

"Watch out, guys..." Cobra smirked. "LAMBCAKE!" she called out into the megaphone.

"What're you doing, Sylvia?" asked Dominick. "Getting killed?!"

"Nope, just signaling at someone and trying to wake her up." replied Cobra. "Serpent Sister style too."

"With a megaphone?!" gasped Lucy.

"Yup."

"Cobra, how is a megaphone supposed to help us get Marcie back on the couch?"

"I call out her name, she wakes up and realizes what I'm up to, I get her involved in a game of chase to the couch. Ideal plan."

"I d-d-doubt it." Claudia gulped.

"How come, Claudia?" asked Schroeder.

"Cobra f-forgot one thing." she replied.

"Which is?" the musician wondered.

"Sometimes you c-can't wake a sleepwalker...and that's d-d-dangerous."

"What's the worst that someone can do in their sleep? Murder?" laughed Cobra.

"If you don't stop with the L-l-Lambcake-ing, yes." Claudia explained to Cobra. "And that's not p-pretty."

"How ELSE are we supposed to get her back on the couch?" asked Franklin as Melanie pulled out a dog whistle and blew in it. The four dogs instantly started barking.

"Weird...nothing happened when I blew in the whistle..." realized Melanie. "Maybe it's broken."

"You can run..." scoffed Freddy. "But you can't hide from Freddy F Kreuger."

"KREUGER?!" Marcie gulped. "I better be dreaming...where am I supposed to hide though? I can't even see my hands in front of my face." she asked, stumbling into a few people. "Sorry, sorry, my fault, sorry."

"Carlin!" a voice called out loudly.

"Zip it, Lucy." Marcie called back before stumbling into a trashcan. "A little help please?"

"Oh good grief..." Peppermint Patty sighed. "Two words: bath day."

NEXT CHAPTER: THE OX SLEEPS TONIGHT AND A STUBBORN LAMBCAKE