Visitors (Part 3) by Skysong and Diamondflame
Disclaimer: We only own Brittney and Mallory!!! The rest are creations of Tamora Pierce!!!
Brittney's Point of View:
Back home we were always getting into trouble, but nothing, and I mean nothing, not even the time that we dropped chocolate syrup filled balloons on the president's (Billy Bob a.k.a. Clinton's) head, were we ever in this much trouble. We were in deep doodoo. Even deeper than the time we gave laxatives to our friend Sam's dog.
So we were in this...uh...realm of the gods thingy, right? And Mallory asked, "Do we take a left here?"
"Right."
"Right?"
"Right?"
"Right?"
"Right?
"Right?"
"Exactly," said me.
"Follow the yellow brick road." a little voice said.
"But there is no yellow brick road!" Mallory exclaimed in my ear.
"That wasn't me!" I yelled.
"It was ME!" squealed a voice behind us. It was a little black blob.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Mac!" said the blob, "I'm a darking."
"A what, what, what?"
The blob shook his heads, "Tsk, tsk."
"Hey, you callin' us stupid?" Mallory asked in a stupid Italian accent.
"Pretty much," said blob.
"Pretty, pretty dancing," I sang, turning around in a circle.
The blob shook his heads again.
"Yo, you makin' fun my singin'?" I said in gangsta accent.
"Yeah, you guys are LOSERS! Follow me," the blob said.
"O-key dokey," Mallory said. And we followed him, down the green wood highway.
"Where are you taking us anyway?" said me, imitating Mac's high, squeaky voice.
"Welll, I gotta get home."
"And where's home?" Mallory asked.
"Dragon Land," he squeaked.
Sorry it's way short, we laughed so much that we have a hernea. We'll put a longer one up next time, IF you review!!!