Narrator: The group was ready to face their toughest
battle. Spending the night together without killing each other.
Spiff: And will you take me high so I can reach the sky with
a love that never dies this is where I wanna be…
Ros: Not that I don't like V*enna, it is 12:05 am, you
know.
Spiff: My internal clock's on Tokyo time.
Hobbes: Interesting. This file talks about an albino guard
dragon, Aja, Jeremiahs has…
Snowman: Shhh! I'm trying to read.
Narrator: Then that moron Spiffy, the fuzz ball, the water
flake, and Adolph in drag decided to duke it out against each other.
Spiff: Hey!
Ros: What say we get him instead?
Spiff, Hobbes, and Snowman: YES!
Narrator: Uh…oh…
Gabe: Hello, I'm the author, and, um, the narrator is
being turned into hamburger meat right now. Spiff has his blaster, and… Ros
throws a right hook… Hobbes draws his claws… snowman has an icicle…
Um, let's just
say we won't worry about him now.
Ros: Who'll narrate now?
Hobbes: And the contract…
Gabe: He was in a chapter and a half more than he needed
to be. Um, I can narrate now.
Spiff: What about me?
Gabe: 'Then, Spiff fell into the pack of rabid iguanas…'
Spiff: Ok, you can narrate.
Gabe: From here on, I'll be narrator unless I need my
author hat on.
Narrator: Spiff hears a growl from outside.
Spiff: Could that be the dragon?
Ros: Couldn't be.
Spiff: Then you look.
Narrator: Ros walks out. Muttering…
Ros: Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothi-
Narrator: She runs inside.
Ros: Dragon! Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!
Spiff: Someone grab the laser!
Narrator: Aja, the albino dragon, spits fire on the ship.
A laser blast from the hull then sends the sucker flying.
Hobbes: That was close.
Spiff: Good job, my tiger.
Snowman: I think we have breakfast taken care of too. I
love barbeque.
Narrator: After the rough night, our heroes decide to let
bygones be bygones, and fall asleep till tomorrow's invasion.