So, here is the next chapter! It may be a little weird, but that's just
the way it is, so enjoy and review!!!
Dalet, Guimel and Chesta were sitting at their dining hall table eating, or rather trying to eat lunch. But they just couldn't eat. For two reasons. One being that they were to upset and angry about the Picnic, they other was that they had green chicken liver with bean paste. Which somehow ended up on the daily menu under the heading "Poulet a la Freid"…. Meanwhile, Chesta was making roads in the bean paste with his fork, ending each one with a green mountain of liver
"What is even the point of making a plan? We have only an a few hours or so…before Folken sends us off to cook…" he mumbled, drowning the little green mountains in the even greener paste. Guimel just moaned, his head on the table. Dalet was fidgeting in his seat, ringing his fork on the side of his glass.
"Damn it!! Don't give up yet!! A few hours is plenty of time!! We could plan something if only those idiots Migel and Gatti would get their asses over here! WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY!!!!" He yelled, hitting the glass so hard that it shattered, the pieces hitting Guimel in the face.
"ARGH!! Nooooo!!! I am bleeding! I am dying!!!! Help me!!! I AM IN PAIN!!!!"
he screamed, pointing to the tiny bleeding gash on his nose. Chesta threw
some of his mountains at him (topped with paste).
"Shut up, you're fine! You just look like Rudolf the red-nosed……" he
paused, looking for the right word "…sheep…" he paused again "..with moldy
green hair…."
Him and Dalet burst out laughing just as Migel and Gatti walked in through the door. Oblivious to all the noise, they carried a huge, tattered, leather-bound book and were conversing in hushed voices. The others stooped yelling and laughing and watched them in curiosity.
Migel gingerly put the heavy book on the middle of the table as him and Gatti took their seats.
"Okay, as you might've realized, we have only an hour in order to disrupt this damn Picnic once and or all, and that is sooooo definetely not enough time that we will not even bother to right now!" sighed Gatti. The other three, discluding Migel, sat there in shock. Those two giving up??? No way!
Migel cleared his throat "But..Ahem…ahem-ahem..ahe-hem… ahe.." Gatti elbowed him "Um…I think you have done that enough times…get on with our point." Migel glared at him, but continued.
"As I was saying… BUT…we have enough time to just delay the Picnic for today, so that we have plenty of time to plan to ruin it FOREVER!!!!!" Everyone else nodded enthusiastically and began giving ideas.
"We could burn all the food!"
"We could kill Millerna!"
"We can hide Folken's clothes!"
"We can get drunk!!" (Guimel got a few weird stares for that one…)
"We could bring ants with us!"
"Ants won't eat the poison that's there dummy!"
"We could blow up the Vione!!!!" (more stares….)
Gatti shook his head. "No, none of those. If we do something like that, then Folken will get too suspiscious of us, and will be on the lookout, making it rather hard to make up a good plan to destroy the Picnic. But we need to delay the Picnic with something that will look completely natural. What we need to do is ….MAKE RAIN!!!" Him and Migel smiled at all the other Dragonslayers, proud of their idea.
Chesta scratched his head. "Um….one problem…seeing as we are nor some kind of Rain Gods, or know anyone who might be a Rain God, we do not have any means of making any rain whatsoever." Gatti and Migel just smiled wider at that. Dalet also scratched his head. "Seeing as you are smiling so much, I suppose you have a plan or something of the sort?" Gatti and Migel just smiled wider. Now it was Guimel's turn to scratch his head. "Um…you guys? You seriously are freaking me out…You look like a couple of Cheshire cats." Migel finally stopped smiling and retorted "And all of you look like fleabag monkeys. Now, on with the plan…Gatti?? Gatti??????" Gatti seemed to be stuck in grin mode. After elbowing him, Migel opened the large book on the table. Gatti joined him, massaging his side.
"Okay, hear this. We got everything planned out already. We got the book from a gypsy caravan and it is around 300 years old... but that is beside the point. This book is about ancient tribes that specialized in something unusual but magical. Like witchcraft, sorcery and other thingamajigas like that. There were tribes that made floods, tribes that caused droughts, etc. Out of many tribes that tried to make rain, one was particularly succesful. We have all the information about it and its techniques, so listen to this. One time, many, many moons ago there was a tribe called…" Gatti leaned down to the open page to take a look "…Ooogla-Boogla-Sheesh-Boom-Ba, and they strongly worshipped the Rain God."
Dalet snickered at that. "What, are we going to do a rain dance or something??"
Migel nodded happily "YUP!!!"
Chesta laughed, "Migel, you're funny, you're really funny, you know!!"
Gatti reached under the table to get a rolled-up roll of parchment. "No, we're serious! We will have to wear the special tribal costumes and do the dance and sing the chant!!! We got everything from the caravan! If it worked for those Shhesh-boom-ba people, then why would it not work for us?" All the other Dragonslayers were mute with shock. Finally Guimel managed to stutter out in a choked voice. "W-what k-kind-d o…of c-ch-chant??" Migel scratched his chin, flipping the dusty pages of the book "Hmm…it is here somewhere…ah! Here we go… Ahem…ahem-ahem..ahe-he-he….ow!" rubbing his side and shooting death glared at Gatti he proceeded.
"Boonga-wo-chok-chok!
Gimmo-pim-pim- roo!
Oola- Hula- zip-zoo-za,
Chimboozawooloo!!"
Guimel chocked. Dalet sat motionless. Chesta quietly asked, "What about the dance?" Migel shook his head. "Not telling ya. You will see when you begin to learn it. There are step-by-step instructions here....somewhere... "
Finally, Dalet snapped out of his frozen state and hoarsely whispered. "And…and.. the costumes, what are they like?" Migel sighed "Well, not that…um…manly, but will have to do I guess. I mean, we have to have the right attire if we want this to work." He finished importantly, just as Gatti was unrolling the huge parchment. "Here are the basic designs."
Dalet breathed "Oh Good Lord….help us…." As he helplessly stared at the pictures on the canvas.
Grass skirts…Flower-and-leaf head-dresses…Blue body paint….Hoop nose rings….and much more un-manly stuff...
"Well, we got the clothes from the gypsies, so let's get dressed and
go and practice!!" yelled Gatti and Migel, dragging the other not-so-enthusiastic
boys to the change-rooms….
Okay, I realize that that was weird….but don't blame me….well, do blame me if you realy want to, but you can praise and encourage me too… In other words, reviews would be VERY MUCH APPREACIATED!!! Please do review, because seeing as this is not my number one of importance story at the moment, the less reviews I get, the more time it will probably take me to actually get the next chapter up and going. And the opposite- the more, the FASTER!!
Okay, for now bye ya all, 'till later!
P.S. the next on-coming chapters will be funnier... but seeing as I
do not have that many ideas, your ideas would be very, very, very, very
much appreciated! :) thanx!!!!