A/n: I made a mistake last chapter, and I want to say that there is one day
left after this one, not two.
Chapter 7!!!
After Hercule finished his stories, it was already time for lunch. Gohan, Garrett, and Lang sat together. "Where'd Intung go?" Gohan finally asked.
Garret looked around to make sure no one was listening. "He left. He has to buy supplies for the you-know-what."
"If you would've told me you bought the supplies yourself, I would've helped pay." Gohan said.
Garret laughed. "We already have enough money earmarked for pranks, it'll last us the rest of the year."
Gohan nodded. "But how will Intung get back inside?"
"You think we'd try something without checking everything? We found a hold in the fencing around Hercule's back yard. Videl said that directly after lunch we'll do more workouts, so we'll go right by the hole in the fencing so Intung can sneak in."
Gohan wasn't sure that this would work all right, but it did. The rest of the day was warm-ups. People who were having trouble on the workouts were warned that they needed to be prepared for the dessert. But when working out and more sports playing were over with, and dinner had been eaten, everyone went up to their rooms.
Gohan's Room! Yay!
Gohan was pacing around his room, wishing it would make time go faster. It was 11:52, and he was meeting Garret, Intung, and Lang at 1:15. They wanted to be sure that no chaperones were still out, and Gohan was afraid that if he laid down he'd fall asleep. He hoped that an hour and twenty-three minutes would just zoom by, or at least to have something to do while he waited. Gohan finally decided to open his window and fly out too quickly for someone possible on the front lawn to see. Gohan flew around, and went back to his room when he thought that enough time had passed. He saw his clock said 1:14. He'd been flying way too long. He put on his real shoes and walked out of his room. He was worried about his footsteps getting too loud, so he levitated an inch off the ground, and acted like he was walking. He reached the meeting place to see he was the last to arrive.
"We were worried you'd fallen asleep." Intung whispered. "Come on."
The foursome headed down to the kitchens. "OK." Garret started. "We know that they take the milk out of the gallons and put it into the cartons after filtering it. What is up with this guy? Whatever. OK, let's add the food coloring." The four poured in tons of green food coloring. (Now, I don't know who you could get a lot of food coloring, considering the fact that they come in those little, tiny containers, but let's use our imagination, OK?) Soon, the milk had turned into a puke-greenish color. They mixed the coloring and the milk together, and left at 1:30. They noticed that as they left, the machines turned on (they were on a timer) and the milk was set into the cartons. Everything had worked perfectly, and when it was time for breakfast, the entire household would be in shock.
Gohan awoke with Hercule's blundering over the PA system again.
"TODAY IS YOUR LAST DAY AT THE SATAN MANSION! TOO BAD. NOW GET DOWNSTAIRS FOR BREAKFAST!!!!!!!!!!! THANKS!"
Gohan seemed to get ready faster than usual, he couldn't wait for breakfast to start, but that was natural. Today, he had a reason, besides the fact that he was always hungry. Gohan went down to the main hall, where he found out that he was second again. Intung was already there, and Garret arrived almost seconds after Gohan did. Lang was soon to follow. By the time everyone else had gotten their, the maid was ready to take everyone to the kitchen and have breakfast. After the milk cartons were passed out, People listened to Hercule. This is overall what he said.
"Soon, we'll be going to the Cell Battlegrounds." Then, he found other ways to say the exact same sentence, adding a few details that everyone already new, and making it last five minutes. So, the foursome were impatiently waiting for Hercule to finish and the meal to begin. "So, we'll be at the battlegrounds by tomorrow. OK, enough talk. Let's eat!"
Gohan, Garret, Intung, and Lang were careful not to look too anxious, and did a pretty good job of it. They didn't all automatically reach for their milk cartons, and waited for another person to open theirs. Two people opened theirs without looking inside, and Lang casually opened hers, just as some other people started to.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" A girl screamed. "Someone's put poison in my milk!"
Lang jumped up. "Mine too!
Everyone who hadn't opened their milk yet opened theirs and screamed, or just got really confused or worried faces. Gohan put on a confused look that was partially true. He didn't expect such a reaction. Garret and Intung looked like they had no idea what was going on.
Angela had an expression of pure shock on her face. Then she started screaming. "Oh no! I drank my milk without looking at it! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna DIE! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT THERE AREN'T ANY CUTE GUYS IN HEAVEN! HELP!"
Hercule rushed out of the room, and came back in a few minutes later with a weird looking man. He had orange eyes and his nose looked too big for his face. He borrowed Hercule's microphone. "Everyone, calm down! We need you to cooperate!" People quieted down and Hercule looked at the man with relief, then anger. He grabbed his microphone.
"HEY! WHO SAID THAT YOU COULD SPEAK INTO THIS! IF YOU NEED A MICROPHONE, GO BUY YOUR OWN! THIS IS MINE!"
The man stared at Hercule and handed over the microphone. But now hat the room was quiet, he didn't need it. "I'll need your milk carton young lady, and a few extras. And, miss, I need you to come with me. We need a blood sample to make sure you weren't infected."
Angela screamed. "Ahhh! Not with needles! Anything but needles! I hate needles! They hurt and give you scars that everyone will see!"
"Um, Miss... Don't worry, we don't even use needles these days, we have some new methods that are more accurate."
Angela smiled. "Well, OK then. Let's go! Here's my milk!" Angela then skipped happily out of the room, with the man walking behind her with a look of bewilderment.
Gohan, Intung, Garret, and Lang wondered if they'd gone too far. They knew that food coloring couldn't hurt anyone, but they still felt a little... Weird...
"Guys, I feel a little weird about this plan." Gohan whispered. The other three nodded.
"Oh well." They all whispered at the same time.
A/n: Next chapter, the rest of Day 3 at Satan Mansion. Goten and Trunks are in trouble for their attempts to get Gohan back, and the beginning of the hike to the Cell Battlegrounds!
Chapter 8 will be posted after review #79
Chapter 7!!!
After Hercule finished his stories, it was already time for lunch. Gohan, Garrett, and Lang sat together. "Where'd Intung go?" Gohan finally asked.
Garret looked around to make sure no one was listening. "He left. He has to buy supplies for the you-know-what."
"If you would've told me you bought the supplies yourself, I would've helped pay." Gohan said.
Garret laughed. "We already have enough money earmarked for pranks, it'll last us the rest of the year."
Gohan nodded. "But how will Intung get back inside?"
"You think we'd try something without checking everything? We found a hold in the fencing around Hercule's back yard. Videl said that directly after lunch we'll do more workouts, so we'll go right by the hole in the fencing so Intung can sneak in."
Gohan wasn't sure that this would work all right, but it did. The rest of the day was warm-ups. People who were having trouble on the workouts were warned that they needed to be prepared for the dessert. But when working out and more sports playing were over with, and dinner had been eaten, everyone went up to their rooms.
Gohan's Room! Yay!
Gohan was pacing around his room, wishing it would make time go faster. It was 11:52, and he was meeting Garret, Intung, and Lang at 1:15. They wanted to be sure that no chaperones were still out, and Gohan was afraid that if he laid down he'd fall asleep. He hoped that an hour and twenty-three minutes would just zoom by, or at least to have something to do while he waited. Gohan finally decided to open his window and fly out too quickly for someone possible on the front lawn to see. Gohan flew around, and went back to his room when he thought that enough time had passed. He saw his clock said 1:14. He'd been flying way too long. He put on his real shoes and walked out of his room. He was worried about his footsteps getting too loud, so he levitated an inch off the ground, and acted like he was walking. He reached the meeting place to see he was the last to arrive.
"We were worried you'd fallen asleep." Intung whispered. "Come on."
The foursome headed down to the kitchens. "OK." Garret started. "We know that they take the milk out of the gallons and put it into the cartons after filtering it. What is up with this guy? Whatever. OK, let's add the food coloring." The four poured in tons of green food coloring. (Now, I don't know who you could get a lot of food coloring, considering the fact that they come in those little, tiny containers, but let's use our imagination, OK?) Soon, the milk had turned into a puke-greenish color. They mixed the coloring and the milk together, and left at 1:30. They noticed that as they left, the machines turned on (they were on a timer) and the milk was set into the cartons. Everything had worked perfectly, and when it was time for breakfast, the entire household would be in shock.
Gohan awoke with Hercule's blundering over the PA system again.
"TODAY IS YOUR LAST DAY AT THE SATAN MANSION! TOO BAD. NOW GET DOWNSTAIRS FOR BREAKFAST!!!!!!!!!!! THANKS!"
Gohan seemed to get ready faster than usual, he couldn't wait for breakfast to start, but that was natural. Today, he had a reason, besides the fact that he was always hungry. Gohan went down to the main hall, where he found out that he was second again. Intung was already there, and Garret arrived almost seconds after Gohan did. Lang was soon to follow. By the time everyone else had gotten their, the maid was ready to take everyone to the kitchen and have breakfast. After the milk cartons were passed out, People listened to Hercule. This is overall what he said.
"Soon, we'll be going to the Cell Battlegrounds." Then, he found other ways to say the exact same sentence, adding a few details that everyone already new, and making it last five minutes. So, the foursome were impatiently waiting for Hercule to finish and the meal to begin. "So, we'll be at the battlegrounds by tomorrow. OK, enough talk. Let's eat!"
Gohan, Garret, Intung, and Lang were careful not to look too anxious, and did a pretty good job of it. They didn't all automatically reach for their milk cartons, and waited for another person to open theirs. Two people opened theirs without looking inside, and Lang casually opened hers, just as some other people started to.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" A girl screamed. "Someone's put poison in my milk!"
Lang jumped up. "Mine too!
Everyone who hadn't opened their milk yet opened theirs and screamed, or just got really confused or worried faces. Gohan put on a confused look that was partially true. He didn't expect such a reaction. Garret and Intung looked like they had no idea what was going on.
Angela had an expression of pure shock on her face. Then she started screaming. "Oh no! I drank my milk without looking at it! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna DIE! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT THERE AREN'T ANY CUTE GUYS IN HEAVEN! HELP!"
Hercule rushed out of the room, and came back in a few minutes later with a weird looking man. He had orange eyes and his nose looked too big for his face. He borrowed Hercule's microphone. "Everyone, calm down! We need you to cooperate!" People quieted down and Hercule looked at the man with relief, then anger. He grabbed his microphone.
"HEY! WHO SAID THAT YOU COULD SPEAK INTO THIS! IF YOU NEED A MICROPHONE, GO BUY YOUR OWN! THIS IS MINE!"
The man stared at Hercule and handed over the microphone. But now hat the room was quiet, he didn't need it. "I'll need your milk carton young lady, and a few extras. And, miss, I need you to come with me. We need a blood sample to make sure you weren't infected."
Angela screamed. "Ahhh! Not with needles! Anything but needles! I hate needles! They hurt and give you scars that everyone will see!"
"Um, Miss... Don't worry, we don't even use needles these days, we have some new methods that are more accurate."
Angela smiled. "Well, OK then. Let's go! Here's my milk!" Angela then skipped happily out of the room, with the man walking behind her with a look of bewilderment.
Gohan, Intung, Garret, and Lang wondered if they'd gone too far. They knew that food coloring couldn't hurt anyone, but they still felt a little... Weird...
"Guys, I feel a little weird about this plan." Gohan whispered. The other three nodded.
"Oh well." They all whispered at the same time.
A/n: Next chapter, the rest of Day 3 at Satan Mansion. Goten and Trunks are in trouble for their attempts to get Gohan back, and the beginning of the hike to the Cell Battlegrounds!
Chapter 8 will be posted after review #79