The Magickal Golden Corn Stalk
Chapter Three: Team 3's Beginning, or, How the HELL Did We Get to 3?!
Disclaimer: Ok, this is quickly getting old. I think y'all know the drill; I don't own ANY of these characters, only got $22, pointless to sue me, yadda yadda yadda.
Summary: What do you get when you mix one insane writer, 18 of her favorite characters from various TV shows/books/movies and a magickal, golden corn stalk? This story! Now read on!
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Team 3, Cade in the lead, had the shortest run (or, in Rygle's case, float) of all. Almost as soon as they left the cargo bay, they all stopped in front of a door.
"That was...strange," Wesley said, looking around. "Hey, anyone know where we are anyway?"
"You're on *my* ship," Rygle said with an air of superiority.
"*Our* ship, Rygle," Jool shot back. "Moya. She's a Leviathan."
"A what?" Oliver asked.
"Leviathan. A living ship."
"Really?" Wesley said in awe.
"Hey, what's in here?" Cade asked, kicking the door.
Jool stared at the door a moment. "Storage room, I think." She opened the door and looked in. "Yeah, storage. There's plenty of room for us."
Everyone filed into the (empty) storeroom. "I thought you said this was a store room," Cade said suspiciously.
Jool shrugged. "We don't have anything to store."
"All right," Cade said sitting down, "as long as we have to play this stupid game, we might as well try. So, since you guys know the ship, where should we go?" he asked Jool and Rygle.
"Command?" Jool shrugged.
"We should have a good strategy too," Wesley interjected.
"Let's ask Manda for broomsticks and us a Quidditch strategy!" Oliver said excitedly.
Everyone gaped at him. "What the frell is Quidditch?" Rygle asked.
Oliver frowned. "It's a game. Played on broomsticks."
"The dead do not ride broomsticks," Kai said. Everyone suddenly turned their attention to him.
"You're dead?" Cade asked.
"Yes," answered Kai.
"Well why the frell didn't you tell us?!" Jool shrieked.
"The dead do not advertise that they are dead."
"Of course not!" Rygle said sarcastically. "*Everyone* knows that, you morons."
"Ok, anyway, the kid's right. We need a strategy. Any ideas, Dead Guy?"
"The dead do not strategize."
Everyone rolled their eyes. "Anyone else have an idea?"
"The dead do not do jumping jacks."
They all looked at Kai again. "Who asked?" Wesley asked.
Kai shrugged.
"So that was just a completely random outburst?" Jool asked.
"The dead do not have completely random outbursts."
"Okaaay," Wesley said. "I say we just walk into Command and look for the corn stalk."
"The dead do not color with crayons."
"Sounds good to me," Cade said, ignoring Kai. "Any objections?"
"The dead do not object."
"Good enough for me." They left the empty storeroom. "Lead the way guys."
"This way," Rygle said, going right.
"No, *this way,*" Jool said, going left.
"Oh, what do you know?" asked Rygle.
"What do I know? I know that *that* way," she pointed right, "is the way we came!"
"She's right, Frog Man," Oliver said.
"I am a *Hynerian!* Not a Fog Man."
"Frog Man," Oliver corrected.
"The dead do not like Frog Men."
"I'm not a Frog Man!"
"Shut up Frog Man," Cade said. He turned to Jool. "Lead the way.
"The dead do not have a lovely bunch of coconuts, deilei deilei."
Ignoring Kai, Jool stepped ahead of everyone and began walking. Silently, they followed her.
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"Jool, we're lost, aren't we?"
"The dead do not get lost."
"Can I punch him? Please, someone say I can punch him."
"You're the leader."
"Will you frellers shut the hezmanna up?" Jool growled as Cade wound up to punch Kai. He dropped his arm in disappointment.
"So Jool, are we lost?" Wesley repeated.
"Errr..."
"No sense of direction...should've listened to me..." Rygle muttered under his breath.
"Shut up, Frog Man," she spat back.
"I AM NOT A FROG MAN!!!"
"The dead do not like it when Frog Men yell."
"Who cares what the dead don't do or like?" Wesley grumbled.
"Hey Jool?" Oliver said. "Why are we just standing here?"
"'Cause we're lost," Cade said.
"The dead do not like snow."
"No one *CARES!*" Jool screamed.
"The dead do not care if anyone cares or not."
Jool let out one of her famous, weird-sounding, eardrum splitting screams. For nearly 10 minutes she went on and on. Finally, when everyone was certain they were quite deaf, she stopped.
"The dead do not like that scream."
"I'll do it again if the dead don't shut up!"
"Hey, hey, hey kids," Cade said. "Let's chill out here. Jool, go ask Manda to write us out of this."
"I don't wanna," she pouted.
"Too bad. You got us lost."
"The dead do not like Jool."
Jool glared at Kai. "Shut up you." She looked back at Cade and sighed. "Fine, I'll be back in a minute. Booga booga booga." She disappeared.
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"Aw hell. My notebook's nearly full." (A/n: This is a real life crisis I'm dealing with right now! Waaah!)
"Don't worry about that. I'll get you a new one." (A/n: Wish someone really would, hint hint hint. ^_~)
"Trip, you're such a sweet heart," Manda giggled. "So, now that we've gotten them lost, what should we do to Team 3?"
Trip thought for a minute. "How `bout wild monkeys? Or a plague of frogs."
"Well, I've got plans for a frog when Jordan makes a cameo, but monkeys sound cool. Oooh! What about-"
Manda was interrupted by Jool's appearance. She stared at her a moment, then slammed down her notebook, threw her head back, and let out a scream to rival Jool's.
"What the BLOODY HELL!?! Do I have to hold your freaking hands?"
"Two others were already here," Trip whispered
"Oh," Jool whispered back.
"Whaddya want Jool?" Manda said angrily.
"Ummm...oh yeah! Can you write us out of being lost?"
"No."
"Why not?"
Manda shrugged. "'Cause Trip thinks it'd be funnier if you're attacked by wild monkeys."
"Oh c'mon, can't you just make us magickally appear in Command?"
Manda looked at Trip, who shrugged. "What the hell? We can always attack them with wild monkeys later."
"Ok," Manda said. "Now go away Jool."
"'Now go away Jool,'" she mocked. "Meanie. Macaroni and cheese." She disappeared.
"Well, we've been visited by everyone," Trip said. "Whatchya gonna do now?"
"Probably end this chapter and start the next one. But in the mean time," she pouted, "you're going to be needed on Enterprise tonight."
Trip gasped. "But who'll be your partner-in-crime till then?"
"Well, as we're in English, I'll rescue Kara for a while. Bye Trip!"
Trip waved good-bye as he disappeared and Kara took his place.
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A/n: Well, there's the end of chapter three. Whatever happened to Team 2 you ask? Well, you'll just have to read to find out, now won't you? ^_^ I still need to know if you'd prefer Kara beaten with a duck or a pig, as that part's coming up. C'mon guys, whaddya think? Please review? Please? Look, *gets down on hands and knees* I'm begging. You know you want to. Oh, and queeneve, my only repeat reviewer.........My fic, I can have Trip if I want. So nyah. *sticks out tounge* ^_^ jk. Well, not really, but...Anyway. Lemme know what y'all think.
~Manda/SG
Chapter Three: Team 3's Beginning, or, How the HELL Did We Get to 3?!
Disclaimer: Ok, this is quickly getting old. I think y'all know the drill; I don't own ANY of these characters, only got $22, pointless to sue me, yadda yadda yadda.
Summary: What do you get when you mix one insane writer, 18 of her favorite characters from various TV shows/books/movies and a magickal, golden corn stalk? This story! Now read on!
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Team 3, Cade in the lead, had the shortest run (or, in Rygle's case, float) of all. Almost as soon as they left the cargo bay, they all stopped in front of a door.
"That was...strange," Wesley said, looking around. "Hey, anyone know where we are anyway?"
"You're on *my* ship," Rygle said with an air of superiority.
"*Our* ship, Rygle," Jool shot back. "Moya. She's a Leviathan."
"A what?" Oliver asked.
"Leviathan. A living ship."
"Really?" Wesley said in awe.
"Hey, what's in here?" Cade asked, kicking the door.
Jool stared at the door a moment. "Storage room, I think." She opened the door and looked in. "Yeah, storage. There's plenty of room for us."
Everyone filed into the (empty) storeroom. "I thought you said this was a store room," Cade said suspiciously.
Jool shrugged. "We don't have anything to store."
"All right," Cade said sitting down, "as long as we have to play this stupid game, we might as well try. So, since you guys know the ship, where should we go?" he asked Jool and Rygle.
"Command?" Jool shrugged.
"We should have a good strategy too," Wesley interjected.
"Let's ask Manda for broomsticks and us a Quidditch strategy!" Oliver said excitedly.
Everyone gaped at him. "What the frell is Quidditch?" Rygle asked.
Oliver frowned. "It's a game. Played on broomsticks."
"The dead do not ride broomsticks," Kai said. Everyone suddenly turned their attention to him.
"You're dead?" Cade asked.
"Yes," answered Kai.
"Well why the frell didn't you tell us?!" Jool shrieked.
"The dead do not advertise that they are dead."
"Of course not!" Rygle said sarcastically. "*Everyone* knows that, you morons."
"Ok, anyway, the kid's right. We need a strategy. Any ideas, Dead Guy?"
"The dead do not strategize."
Everyone rolled their eyes. "Anyone else have an idea?"
"The dead do not do jumping jacks."
They all looked at Kai again. "Who asked?" Wesley asked.
Kai shrugged.
"So that was just a completely random outburst?" Jool asked.
"The dead do not have completely random outbursts."
"Okaaay," Wesley said. "I say we just walk into Command and look for the corn stalk."
"The dead do not color with crayons."
"Sounds good to me," Cade said, ignoring Kai. "Any objections?"
"The dead do not object."
"Good enough for me." They left the empty storeroom. "Lead the way guys."
"This way," Rygle said, going right.
"No, *this way,*" Jool said, going left.
"Oh, what do you know?" asked Rygle.
"What do I know? I know that *that* way," she pointed right, "is the way we came!"
"She's right, Frog Man," Oliver said.
"I am a *Hynerian!* Not a Fog Man."
"Frog Man," Oliver corrected.
"The dead do not like Frog Men."
"I'm not a Frog Man!"
"Shut up Frog Man," Cade said. He turned to Jool. "Lead the way.
"The dead do not have a lovely bunch of coconuts, deilei deilei."
Ignoring Kai, Jool stepped ahead of everyone and began walking. Silently, they followed her.
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"Jool, we're lost, aren't we?"
"The dead do not get lost."
"Can I punch him? Please, someone say I can punch him."
"You're the leader."
"Will you frellers shut the hezmanna up?" Jool growled as Cade wound up to punch Kai. He dropped his arm in disappointment.
"So Jool, are we lost?" Wesley repeated.
"Errr..."
"No sense of direction...should've listened to me..." Rygle muttered under his breath.
"Shut up, Frog Man," she spat back.
"I AM NOT A FROG MAN!!!"
"The dead do not like it when Frog Men yell."
"Who cares what the dead don't do or like?" Wesley grumbled.
"Hey Jool?" Oliver said. "Why are we just standing here?"
"'Cause we're lost," Cade said.
"The dead do not like snow."
"No one *CARES!*" Jool screamed.
"The dead do not care if anyone cares or not."
Jool let out one of her famous, weird-sounding, eardrum splitting screams. For nearly 10 minutes she went on and on. Finally, when everyone was certain they were quite deaf, she stopped.
"The dead do not like that scream."
"I'll do it again if the dead don't shut up!"
"Hey, hey, hey kids," Cade said. "Let's chill out here. Jool, go ask Manda to write us out of this."
"I don't wanna," she pouted.
"Too bad. You got us lost."
"The dead do not like Jool."
Jool glared at Kai. "Shut up you." She looked back at Cade and sighed. "Fine, I'll be back in a minute. Booga booga booga." She disappeared.
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"Aw hell. My notebook's nearly full." (A/n: This is a real life crisis I'm dealing with right now! Waaah!)
"Don't worry about that. I'll get you a new one." (A/n: Wish someone really would, hint hint hint. ^_~)
"Trip, you're such a sweet heart," Manda giggled. "So, now that we've gotten them lost, what should we do to Team 3?"
Trip thought for a minute. "How `bout wild monkeys? Or a plague of frogs."
"Well, I've got plans for a frog when Jordan makes a cameo, but monkeys sound cool. Oooh! What about-"
Manda was interrupted by Jool's appearance. She stared at her a moment, then slammed down her notebook, threw her head back, and let out a scream to rival Jool's.
"What the BLOODY HELL!?! Do I have to hold your freaking hands?"
"Two others were already here," Trip whispered
"Oh," Jool whispered back.
"Whaddya want Jool?" Manda said angrily.
"Ummm...oh yeah! Can you write us out of being lost?"
"No."
"Why not?"
Manda shrugged. "'Cause Trip thinks it'd be funnier if you're attacked by wild monkeys."
"Oh c'mon, can't you just make us magickally appear in Command?"
Manda looked at Trip, who shrugged. "What the hell? We can always attack them with wild monkeys later."
"Ok," Manda said. "Now go away Jool."
"'Now go away Jool,'" she mocked. "Meanie. Macaroni and cheese." She disappeared.
"Well, we've been visited by everyone," Trip said. "Whatchya gonna do now?"
"Probably end this chapter and start the next one. But in the mean time," she pouted, "you're going to be needed on Enterprise tonight."
Trip gasped. "But who'll be your partner-in-crime till then?"
"Well, as we're in English, I'll rescue Kara for a while. Bye Trip!"
Trip waved good-bye as he disappeared and Kara took his place.
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A/n: Well, there's the end of chapter three. Whatever happened to Team 2 you ask? Well, you'll just have to read to find out, now won't you? ^_^ I still need to know if you'd prefer Kara beaten with a duck or a pig, as that part's coming up. C'mon guys, whaddya think? Please review? Please? Look, *gets down on hands and knees* I'm begging. You know you want to. Oh, and queeneve, my only repeat reviewer.........My fic, I can have Trip if I want. So nyah. *sticks out tounge* ^_^ jk. Well, not really, but...Anyway. Lemme know what y'all think.
~Manda/SG