Jelly Bean scampered along the streets of Frank, bouncing off the heads of
random cells (and the occasional germ). Giving a loud yell she backflipped
from the canvas of a shop and swung around a streetlight, singing "Singin'
In The Rain." before climbing up further. Everyone gathered around the
spectacle, and some germs shouted for her to jump. She did after spotting
a certain head in the crowd...
"Thraaaaaxy!" The Colobus Monkey pinned Thrax to the ground, grinning a
hyper grin that caused even the virus to look at her strangely. She
pulled him up and helped to dust off his trenchcoat with her bushy
tail. "So, Thraxy, you gonna go get revenge on Ozzie? Maybe go raid the
hypothal-thingy? Howz about I be your partner in crime? I don't have a
fiery claw but I can make use of flaming muffins! I'm an elite at muffin
fighting!"
Thrax looked at her and spoke in a proper British accent. "Actually,
young chapess, I was planning to make peace with the cells of Frank.
Violence never solves anything, don't you know! Now if you excuse me,
it's almost time for tea. Farewell, young primate!"
Jelly Bean raised an eyebrow watching him depart "And I thought I was
strange... I am!" She continued her bouncing along the road, now even
more madly.
~*~
Meanwhile, Jazz had acted much more calmer than her monkey friend. She
casually strolled along the less crowded streets, taking time to peer
into windows. Then, the elfen girl noticed something that caught her
eye: a music store! Turning away from the window, she clapped excitedly
and ran in.
"H'lo miss...May I help you?" The cell clerk leaned casually on the
counter, watching his customer browse through the shelves of
instruments.
"Yes...May I see your saxaphones?" Jazz turned and leaned on the
other side of the counter, mimicing the clerk. He nodded quickly
and motioned to a room with a sign reading 'Saxaphones'. Nodding a
thanks, she stepped into the room.
~*~
Saxaphones of all different sizes lined the shelves. None of them had
a single smear or stain. Jazz gave a happy skip among them, hoping they
would reply to her dance...one did.
"You there..." The saxaphone to the far right seemed to speak. "You...
can talk to us...?" The instrument was re-assured by Jazz's nod. "Ah, so
you can...Let me tell you child...Beware of the one that may seem like
he has changed...As a second will come..."
Jazz stared blankly at the saxaphone, blinked, and then shrugged.
She turned away and walked out of the music store, thinking "Maybe Ter
was right...These are some strange saxaphones!"
random cells (and the occasional germ). Giving a loud yell she backflipped
from the canvas of a shop and swung around a streetlight, singing "Singin'
In The Rain." before climbing up further. Everyone gathered around the
spectacle, and some germs shouted for her to jump. She did after spotting
a certain head in the crowd...
"Thraaaaaxy!" The Colobus Monkey pinned Thrax to the ground, grinning a
hyper grin that caused even the virus to look at her strangely. She
pulled him up and helped to dust off his trenchcoat with her bushy
tail. "So, Thraxy, you gonna go get revenge on Ozzie? Maybe go raid the
hypothal-thingy? Howz about I be your partner in crime? I don't have a
fiery claw but I can make use of flaming muffins! I'm an elite at muffin
fighting!"
Thrax looked at her and spoke in a proper British accent. "Actually,
young chapess, I was planning to make peace with the cells of Frank.
Violence never solves anything, don't you know! Now if you excuse me,
it's almost time for tea. Farewell, young primate!"
Jelly Bean raised an eyebrow watching him depart "And I thought I was
strange... I am!" She continued her bouncing along the road, now even
more madly.
~*~
Meanwhile, Jazz had acted much more calmer than her monkey friend. She
casually strolled along the less crowded streets, taking time to peer
into windows. Then, the elfen girl noticed something that caught her
eye: a music store! Turning away from the window, she clapped excitedly
and ran in.
"H'lo miss...May I help you?" The cell clerk leaned casually on the
counter, watching his customer browse through the shelves of
instruments.
"Yes...May I see your saxaphones?" Jazz turned and leaned on the
other side of the counter, mimicing the clerk. He nodded quickly
and motioned to a room with a sign reading 'Saxaphones'. Nodding a
thanks, she stepped into the room.
~*~
Saxaphones of all different sizes lined the shelves. None of them had
a single smear or stain. Jazz gave a happy skip among them, hoping they
would reply to her dance...one did.
"You there..." The saxaphone to the far right seemed to speak. "You...
can talk to us...?" The instrument was re-assured by Jazz's nod. "Ah, so
you can...Let me tell you child...Beware of the one that may seem like
he has changed...As a second will come..."
Jazz stared blankly at the saxaphone, blinked, and then shrugged.
She turned away and walked out of the music store, thinking "Maybe Ter
was right...These are some strange saxaphones!"
