Later that afternoon, Chickie Bates walked into the apartment fighting with
a large tangle of spiderwebs at the doorway. Muttering something about
calling an exterminator, she drifted through the hall and into the kitchen.
Everything seemed normal enough, although it was strange that Tara not be
prancing around to the Quills soundtrack in her loin cloth at this hour.
Anyhow, Chickie immediately began rifling through the refridgerator for
some sweet relief. Spotting Tara's secret stash of cinnamon bon-bons, she
quickly stuffed them into her shirt for safekeeping. A loud smacking noise
caught her attention, and she was paralyzed for a moment thinking Tara
would catch her red-handed. Slowly closing the fridge door, Chickie almost
peed her pants when she saw the person standing behind it.
Giving her a bright-eyed smile, with a piece of bologna-sandwich dangling from his mouth, stood Obi-Wan Kenobi, Attack Of the Clones-style. He nodded his "hello," since his mouth was occupied with the tall glass of milk he was consuming. When finished, a pleasent white mustache decorated his real one. He smiled toothily.
"Hello, there! You must be Chickie Bates. It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
The Jedi Knight extended a hand toward Chickie, enthusiastically shaking hands -for- her, since she was too stunned to function in any way, shape, or form. When he let go, he left a trail of mustard and mayonaise all over. Positively delighted with himself, he gulped down the rest of the milk with a reassuring "ahhh" and put it neatly in the sink. Adjusting his belt with a final grunt, he licked his lips and commenced staring at Chickie much the way she was staring at him. He zoomed in on her, trying to *sense* the Chickieness.
"You seem concerned. Is everything alright?"
Chickie opened her mouth to see if anything would come out. Maybe a bit of drool, but no real words.
"Ah, I see," the Jedi purred between a series of burps, "Well then, perhaps you would feel at ease to see your companion, Tara? We are all gathered in the room down the hall, hoping you might help us to sort things out."
Calm as a cucumber, the Jedi guided the zombified girl to the back of the apartment. A few things immediately came into her mind. 'We?' and... 'What is Ewan McGregor doing in her home!?' Ehhh, who cares?!
Chickie walked stiffly into the room.
On the ceiling, Spider Man clung in a large maze of gooey webs, chit- chatting with Mr. Harry Potter who was floating alongside on his trusty broomstick. In a corner of the room sat Qui-Gon Jinn and Samwise Gamgee, playing a quiet but tense game of magic chess, which Harry taught them earlier. (Neither of them was very interested in playing real Wizard's Chess.) Frodo Baggins and Tara herself were sleeping on the king-sized bed facing opposite directions, but both snoring enthusiastically as if competing. Only Frodo would occasionally kick violently, his face twitching while he'd shout random things like "Gandalf, nooo!" and "Precioussssss..." and "Who's your daddy?"
Saruman was tied up with spiderwebs in a chair, which was nailed to the floor; his mouth duct-taped, and his eye bruised.
Legolas the Elf was outside trying to find some shrubbery to converse with.
Thinking that all this was way too many potatoes for her bowl to handle, Rob-- uh.. I mean.. Chickie abruptly fainted. A couple of cinnamon candies rolled from her torso, plopping all over the floor.
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"Well, that doesn't really help us much," Obi-Wan chuckled. "Spidey, would you mind?" At that, Spider Man zig-zagged his way to the floor and scooped Chickie up in his deliciously muscular arms. He lay her down at the foot of the bed, where she would not be assaulted by Frodo's maniacal sleeping habits. She immediately began to awaken, her eyelashes fluttering and her face red as a radish. Spidey took off his mask, his brilliant Tobey Maguire-ish eyes smiling down at her.
"You... you... you're YOU," she muttered, staring into his face, her eyes crossing.
"Yes!" he laughed. "How do you feel?"
"Heaven.... I'm in heaven......" she sang, disoriented. Everyone let out a simultaneous 'awww.'
A loudly disapproving GRUNT! came from the direction of Saruman, who then received a hard toe-stubbing from Samwise.
All of a sudden a very hysterical shriek came from the bed, and Frodo Baggins jumped ten foot high out of a dead sleep.
"EEEEeEEeEek! They're coming to get me, they're coming TO GET ME!" he squealed, trying to climb the bedpost, and marching all over Tara in the process.
In turn, Tara coughed up little hobbit hairballs, grouchy about the rude awakening. "What is all this!!" she squawked, springing to her feet and falling off the bed in a series of 'ummph-gah-biff-ooff-OW's with all the blankets burying her. After a moment, she peered out from under the hill of sheets and saw Qui-Gon Jinn spying her from his spot at the chessboard, where despite his tremendous Jedi-like efforts, he was losing horribly to the practical Samwise. "Careful now!" the Jedi Master chuckled, peeling away the blankets and helping her stand.
"Mr. Frodo, Mr. Frodo!" came Samwise Gamgee's faithful call, as he ran to his master's aid. Frodo was like a Halloween cat, clinging to Sam's head as every hair on his plump little body stood straight up. "Now, now Mr. Frodo," Sam said soothingly as he carried him away, "it's alright! A nasty dream, that was! Nothing more. Why don't you have a seat and try to relax, now, you're safe with Samwise Gamgee!" Sam cast a particularly sour look at Saruman, and kicked him in the shins for good measure.
It was then that Obi-Wan Kenobi came rushing through the door where he had departed moments ago. A string of cheese was connected from his mouth to a greasy pepperoni on his robes. His lightsaber was at hand, and as he choked down the food in his mouth, he said, "Is something the ((loud belch)) matter?!"
"Everything is alright, Obi-Wan," spoke Qui-Gon, giving his apprentice a rather stern look.
Obi-Wan gulped, trying to appear as respectable as possible. A few peppers hung in his beard. Intense giggling commenced from somewhere above, as Harry Potter swung by the Jedi and flicked the pepperoni off of his shirt.
The pepperoni then landed on Legolas the Elf, who was just walking in. Removing the bit of sausage from his forehead, the disgruntled elf began a song: "Amidst great turmoil in some far, unknown land, in a place beyond the trees, in a world beyond sand, came a man of Web, and a boy of Broom-- Men of Order, and a man of Doom!"
Everyone stared at him quietly.
He continued. "Two cursed halfings, and two young girls, but the finest creature of all these worlds, Was the elf with his bow--"
"Hey!" yelled everyone but Legolas.
Before Legolas could protest, the ugly cactus plant from the living room walked in on its own and hugged the elf's leg, obviously drawn by his mesmerizing voice. Forgetting the rest of the audience, the two walked off somewhere private.
Everyone continued to stare quietly.
Giving her a bright-eyed smile, with a piece of bologna-sandwich dangling from his mouth, stood Obi-Wan Kenobi, Attack Of the Clones-style. He nodded his "hello," since his mouth was occupied with the tall glass of milk he was consuming. When finished, a pleasent white mustache decorated his real one. He smiled toothily.
"Hello, there! You must be Chickie Bates. It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
The Jedi Knight extended a hand toward Chickie, enthusiastically shaking hands -for- her, since she was too stunned to function in any way, shape, or form. When he let go, he left a trail of mustard and mayonaise all over. Positively delighted with himself, he gulped down the rest of the milk with a reassuring "ahhh" and put it neatly in the sink. Adjusting his belt with a final grunt, he licked his lips and commenced staring at Chickie much the way she was staring at him. He zoomed in on her, trying to *sense* the Chickieness.
"You seem concerned. Is everything alright?"
Chickie opened her mouth to see if anything would come out. Maybe a bit of drool, but no real words.
"Ah, I see," the Jedi purred between a series of burps, "Well then, perhaps you would feel at ease to see your companion, Tara? We are all gathered in the room down the hall, hoping you might help us to sort things out."
Calm as a cucumber, the Jedi guided the zombified girl to the back of the apartment. A few things immediately came into her mind. 'We?' and... 'What is Ewan McGregor doing in her home!?' Ehhh, who cares?!
Chickie walked stiffly into the room.
On the ceiling, Spider Man clung in a large maze of gooey webs, chit- chatting with Mr. Harry Potter who was floating alongside on his trusty broomstick. In a corner of the room sat Qui-Gon Jinn and Samwise Gamgee, playing a quiet but tense game of magic chess, which Harry taught them earlier. (Neither of them was very interested in playing real Wizard's Chess.) Frodo Baggins and Tara herself were sleeping on the king-sized bed facing opposite directions, but both snoring enthusiastically as if competing. Only Frodo would occasionally kick violently, his face twitching while he'd shout random things like "Gandalf, nooo!" and "Precioussssss..." and "Who's your daddy?"
Saruman was tied up with spiderwebs in a chair, which was nailed to the floor; his mouth duct-taped, and his eye bruised.
Legolas the Elf was outside trying to find some shrubbery to converse with.
Thinking that all this was way too many potatoes for her bowl to handle, Rob-- uh.. I mean.. Chickie abruptly fainted. A couple of cinnamon candies rolled from her torso, plopping all over the floor.
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"Well, that doesn't really help us much," Obi-Wan chuckled. "Spidey, would you mind?" At that, Spider Man zig-zagged his way to the floor and scooped Chickie up in his deliciously muscular arms. He lay her down at the foot of the bed, where she would not be assaulted by Frodo's maniacal sleeping habits. She immediately began to awaken, her eyelashes fluttering and her face red as a radish. Spidey took off his mask, his brilliant Tobey Maguire-ish eyes smiling down at her.
"You... you... you're YOU," she muttered, staring into his face, her eyes crossing.
"Yes!" he laughed. "How do you feel?"
"Heaven.... I'm in heaven......" she sang, disoriented. Everyone let out a simultaneous 'awww.'
A loudly disapproving GRUNT! came from the direction of Saruman, who then received a hard toe-stubbing from Samwise.
All of a sudden a very hysterical shriek came from the bed, and Frodo Baggins jumped ten foot high out of a dead sleep.
"EEEEeEEeEek! They're coming to get me, they're coming TO GET ME!" he squealed, trying to climb the bedpost, and marching all over Tara in the process.
In turn, Tara coughed up little hobbit hairballs, grouchy about the rude awakening. "What is all this!!" she squawked, springing to her feet and falling off the bed in a series of 'ummph-gah-biff-ooff-OW's with all the blankets burying her. After a moment, she peered out from under the hill of sheets and saw Qui-Gon Jinn spying her from his spot at the chessboard, where despite his tremendous Jedi-like efforts, he was losing horribly to the practical Samwise. "Careful now!" the Jedi Master chuckled, peeling away the blankets and helping her stand.
"Mr. Frodo, Mr. Frodo!" came Samwise Gamgee's faithful call, as he ran to his master's aid. Frodo was like a Halloween cat, clinging to Sam's head as every hair on his plump little body stood straight up. "Now, now Mr. Frodo," Sam said soothingly as he carried him away, "it's alright! A nasty dream, that was! Nothing more. Why don't you have a seat and try to relax, now, you're safe with Samwise Gamgee!" Sam cast a particularly sour look at Saruman, and kicked him in the shins for good measure.
It was then that Obi-Wan Kenobi came rushing through the door where he had departed moments ago. A string of cheese was connected from his mouth to a greasy pepperoni on his robes. His lightsaber was at hand, and as he choked down the food in his mouth, he said, "Is something the ((loud belch)) matter?!"
"Everything is alright, Obi-Wan," spoke Qui-Gon, giving his apprentice a rather stern look.
Obi-Wan gulped, trying to appear as respectable as possible. A few peppers hung in his beard. Intense giggling commenced from somewhere above, as Harry Potter swung by the Jedi and flicked the pepperoni off of his shirt.
The pepperoni then landed on Legolas the Elf, who was just walking in. Removing the bit of sausage from his forehead, the disgruntled elf began a song: "Amidst great turmoil in some far, unknown land, in a place beyond the trees, in a world beyond sand, came a man of Web, and a boy of Broom-- Men of Order, and a man of Doom!"
Everyone stared at him quietly.
He continued. "Two cursed halfings, and two young girls, but the finest creature of all these worlds, Was the elf with his bow--"
"Hey!" yelled everyone but Legolas.
Before Legolas could protest, the ugly cactus plant from the living room walked in on its own and hugged the elf's leg, obviously drawn by his mesmerizing voice. Forgetting the rest of the audience, the two walked off somewhere private.
Everyone continued to stare quietly.