Summary: Picard and Sheba take a vacation, but will Ivan give word of a
situation? Saturos is evil, Agatio is worse, and that is the end of this
little rhyming verse. *bows* Thank you!
Alright, I'm back with another chapter! BE AFRAID! With so few days
left until Thanksgiving, I might have to cram quite a few chapters into
the next few days.
Isaac: ::in neon pastel purple "Which means more fic for you guys! Be
happy!"::
That's a VERY interesting color...well, enjoy!
Chapter 5: The Day Off, Among Other Things
Picard and Sheba were tired of journeying, so when they reached
the beach only one thing was on their mind.
"VACATION!" they yelled in unison, running towards the water.
Torch agreed with happy noises.
It wasn't long until they were both in swimming suits. Sheba
began making a sand castle with Torch, and Picard began doing what all
Lemurians do in their spare time: Surfing!
"Ah, what a beautiful day," Sheba gazed up at the sky.
Torch made "yes I agree with you" noises, sticking a star fish on
top of the sand castle, which looked remarkably like the Venus
Lighthouse.
"SHEBA!"
Sheba whipped her head around. Coming towards her at a run was
none other than...Ivan?
"Ivan? What are you doing here?" she blinked.
"Sheba, where's Picard?" Ivan stopped in front of her, leaning on
his knees and panting. He looked like he was roasting in his full travel
outfit. "I need to talk to him...urgent message..."
"Hey, Ivan, what's up?" Picard jogged up to the pair, his
surfboard under one arm.
"Picard! Just the person I needed to see!" Ivan had managed to
get his breath back, and was now using his lungs to their full extent.
"Look, I have a REALLY urgent message from Garet. You see, that Bakery
Shop opened by Agatio and Karst...they want..."
"Torch, don't do that!" Sheba interrupted Ivan, scolding the
Djinni. "You're a MARS Djinni, water isn't good for you!"
Torch's ear wilted and he made sad noises, staring out at the
water.
"Um...you were saying, Ivan?" Picard asked.
"Well, you see-"
"I have you now, little girl!"
Picard and Ivan both looked to the source of the voice. Saturos
had a hold of Sheba's short hair, and was cackling evilly.
"Let her go!" Picard realized that he didn't have his sword and
cursed.
"What do you want?" Sheba asked, looking very close to crying.
"I want those cookies!" Saturos yelled.
"The cookies?" Picard tried to remember where the cookies were.
Then he remembered that he and Sheba had found a beach house and she was
going to cook some more, but hadn't had the chance to yet. "Oh, they're
in the basket up at the beach house."
He pointed to the house, where a cloth covered basket could just
be made out, perched on the table on the porch.
"Picard there are-" Sheba began to say before Picard winked.
"Oh. Yeah, if you want the cookies, there they are!"
"You're just going to give him the cookies?!" Ivan looked at
them, shock and anger clear in his eyes. "What kind of protectors ARE
you?"
And he cast Spark Plasma. Saturos howled in pain, and went
flying. He ended up landing on the porch, right next to the table.
"Oh, no! He's going to get the cookies!" Picard said,
exaggerating his statements immensly.
"Great going, Ivan," Sheba also exaggerated what she was saying,
glaring at Ivan. "Now he's going to get the cookies, and it's all your
fault."
"Let's get him!" Ivan yelled, charging up the hill.
"Too late!" Saturos had managed to get to his feet. He grabbed
the basket and ran off.
"Oh well," Picard shrugged.
"And it was such a nice basket, too," Sheba looked teary eyed.
"What are you talking about?!" Ivan fumed. "Now Saturos is going
to take the cookies back to the bakery shop and Agatio will get the
secret recipe! Garet's Kitchen is DOOMED!"
"You dolt," Picard glared at him. "There weren't any cookies in
that basket."
Ivan blinked. "There...weren't?"
"Nope, I haven't had time to make any more," Sheba shrugged.
"Isaac and Mia ate the last batch."
*********
~*At the Bakery*~
"Agatio, I have the cookies," Saturos went on one knee, holding
the basket up for Agatio.
"Ah, good work, Saturos," Agatio lifted the cloth.
Nothing.
"You IDIOT!" Agatio fumed. "It's EMPTY! There's nothing in
here!"
"B-but...b-b-but..." Saturos stuttered.
"I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!" Agatio roared, casting Pyroclasm.
"AAGH! WAIT!" Saturos tried dodging the huge collumns of flame.
"LET ME HAVE ANOTHER CHANCE!"
"No, this time I'm sending someone more professional!" Agatio
whipped around. "Menardi! Come out here!"
"Yes, sir?" Menardi came out of the kitchens.
"I want you to go and get those cookies," Agatio's eyes were mere
slits, and he looked more likely to breathe fire than Tiamat. "GO!"
*******
~*Back at the Beach*~
"Well, it was nice to have a day off," Sheba said as they made
their way up to the beach house.
"Yup, it was," Picard yawned. "Oh, didn't you have something to
say, Ivan?"
Ivan looked like he was listening to something else. "Just be
careful, Picard. I have to go."
And he ran off.
"Strange kid," Picard muttered. "Let's go, Sheba."
Okay, I have no idea what's going to happen from here, so expect lots of
crazy, silly, pointless chapters!
Isaac: ::in the happy special rainbow colored marker "Akiko would like
to thank everyone who reviews, without them, she would just stop
writing"::
Probably. Well, thank you! See you all next chapter!
situation? Saturos is evil, Agatio is worse, and that is the end of this
little rhyming verse. *bows* Thank you!
Alright, I'm back with another chapter! BE AFRAID! With so few days
left until Thanksgiving, I might have to cram quite a few chapters into
the next few days.
Isaac: ::in neon pastel purple "Which means more fic for you guys! Be
happy!"::
That's a VERY interesting color...well, enjoy!
Chapter 5: The Day Off, Among Other Things
Picard and Sheba were tired of journeying, so when they reached
the beach only one thing was on their mind.
"VACATION!" they yelled in unison, running towards the water.
Torch agreed with happy noises.
It wasn't long until they were both in swimming suits. Sheba
began making a sand castle with Torch, and Picard began doing what all
Lemurians do in their spare time: Surfing!
"Ah, what a beautiful day," Sheba gazed up at the sky.
Torch made "yes I agree with you" noises, sticking a star fish on
top of the sand castle, which looked remarkably like the Venus
Lighthouse.
"SHEBA!"
Sheba whipped her head around. Coming towards her at a run was
none other than...Ivan?
"Ivan? What are you doing here?" she blinked.
"Sheba, where's Picard?" Ivan stopped in front of her, leaning on
his knees and panting. He looked like he was roasting in his full travel
outfit. "I need to talk to him...urgent message..."
"Hey, Ivan, what's up?" Picard jogged up to the pair, his
surfboard under one arm.
"Picard! Just the person I needed to see!" Ivan had managed to
get his breath back, and was now using his lungs to their full extent.
"Look, I have a REALLY urgent message from Garet. You see, that Bakery
Shop opened by Agatio and Karst...they want..."
"Torch, don't do that!" Sheba interrupted Ivan, scolding the
Djinni. "You're a MARS Djinni, water isn't good for you!"
Torch's ear wilted and he made sad noises, staring out at the
water.
"Um...you were saying, Ivan?" Picard asked.
"Well, you see-"
"I have you now, little girl!"
Picard and Ivan both looked to the source of the voice. Saturos
had a hold of Sheba's short hair, and was cackling evilly.
"Let her go!" Picard realized that he didn't have his sword and
cursed.
"What do you want?" Sheba asked, looking very close to crying.
"I want those cookies!" Saturos yelled.
"The cookies?" Picard tried to remember where the cookies were.
Then he remembered that he and Sheba had found a beach house and she was
going to cook some more, but hadn't had the chance to yet. "Oh, they're
in the basket up at the beach house."
He pointed to the house, where a cloth covered basket could just
be made out, perched on the table on the porch.
"Picard there are-" Sheba began to say before Picard winked.
"Oh. Yeah, if you want the cookies, there they are!"
"You're just going to give him the cookies?!" Ivan looked at
them, shock and anger clear in his eyes. "What kind of protectors ARE
you?"
And he cast Spark Plasma. Saturos howled in pain, and went
flying. He ended up landing on the porch, right next to the table.
"Oh, no! He's going to get the cookies!" Picard said,
exaggerating his statements immensly.
"Great going, Ivan," Sheba also exaggerated what she was saying,
glaring at Ivan. "Now he's going to get the cookies, and it's all your
fault."
"Let's get him!" Ivan yelled, charging up the hill.
"Too late!" Saturos had managed to get to his feet. He grabbed
the basket and ran off.
"Oh well," Picard shrugged.
"And it was such a nice basket, too," Sheba looked teary eyed.
"What are you talking about?!" Ivan fumed. "Now Saturos is going
to take the cookies back to the bakery shop and Agatio will get the
secret recipe! Garet's Kitchen is DOOMED!"
"You dolt," Picard glared at him. "There weren't any cookies in
that basket."
Ivan blinked. "There...weren't?"
"Nope, I haven't had time to make any more," Sheba shrugged.
"Isaac and Mia ate the last batch."
*********
~*At the Bakery*~
"Agatio, I have the cookies," Saturos went on one knee, holding
the basket up for Agatio.
"Ah, good work, Saturos," Agatio lifted the cloth.
Nothing.
"You IDIOT!" Agatio fumed. "It's EMPTY! There's nothing in
here!"
"B-but...b-b-but..." Saturos stuttered.
"I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!" Agatio roared, casting Pyroclasm.
"AAGH! WAIT!" Saturos tried dodging the huge collumns of flame.
"LET ME HAVE ANOTHER CHANCE!"
"No, this time I'm sending someone more professional!" Agatio
whipped around. "Menardi! Come out here!"
"Yes, sir?" Menardi came out of the kitchens.
"I want you to go and get those cookies," Agatio's eyes were mere
slits, and he looked more likely to breathe fire than Tiamat. "GO!"
*******
~*Back at the Beach*~
"Well, it was nice to have a day off," Sheba said as they made
their way up to the beach house.
"Yup, it was," Picard yawned. "Oh, didn't you have something to
say, Ivan?"
Ivan looked like he was listening to something else. "Just be
careful, Picard. I have to go."
And he ran off.
"Strange kid," Picard muttered. "Let's go, Sheba."
Okay, I have no idea what's going to happen from here, so expect lots of
crazy, silly, pointless chapters!
Isaac: ::in the happy special rainbow colored marker "Akiko would like
to thank everyone who reviews, without them, she would just stop
writing"::
Probably. Well, thank you! See you all next chapter!