Disclaimer: Don't own Dilly, Don't own the Dragonslayers, don't own Folkie, don't own Van, don't own Hitomi, don't own the catgirls... IT HURTS SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! BUT I DO OWN THE INCINERATED MR. SNUGGLES!!!!!!!!!!!!! MWAHAHA!
A/N: Well, the disclaimer was weird, but then again, so is this whole fic... Well enjoy! This is PROBABLY the final chapter! Thank you for reading! R&R! ^_^
Chapter 4: Flames...
Folkie was getting mad, although he didn't show it... Everyone could tell because he was blinking quite rapidly in an angry manner. The dragonslayers watched in interest as their commander cowered, ready to torch the water should it come any closer. Master Folkie was sitting in the tub of water, waiting for somebody to assist him.
"Hey Lord Folkie, those kitty toys were fun..." Naria began as she walked into the room. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the water.
"AUGH! WATER! KITTIES HATE WATER!" She screamed, kneeling down next to Dilly in fear.
"GET AWAY FROM ME KITTY PERSON!" The Dilly said hysterically, torching the catgirl.
Naria's hair was on fire and she ran around the room squealing, she finally dunked her head in the water bucket Folkie was in, but then she started to scream, because her hair was wet... Dilly torched her hair, and Naria dunked, and started screaming again. Torch, dunk, scream, torch, dunk, scream... this went on for quite a while when Eriya came in and handed her sister a blowdryer. Folkie muttered incomprehensible curses. The Dragonslayers pulled and pulled and Folkie came out of the tub with a large, "PLOP!" His cape was wet and Folkie was mad that he'd have to waste the money on dry-cleaning. Dilly made the Dragonslayers throw out the water immediately, and he felt much better, stroking his Flame-thrower lovingly.
"It's Ok Mr. Flame-thrower, the naughty water's all gone!" He reassured his flamey friend.
He started stuffing the ashes of the cake down Van's throat as Folkie blinked still sitting on the floor. Folkie was mad because he hadn't gotten to eat his cake, he envied the now choking Van.
Removing the pin from his back, he walked back to his room. He lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, eyeing the pile of unwanted gifts in the corner. He was about to take a nap when he heard a familiar voice... "I HATE YOUR GUTS!" And he screams at the return of the killer catgirl doll.
A/N: OK, that was weird... Very crappy chapter, I'll probably redo it, and the ending was odd, maybe I'll write a continuation to this, I'll post it here, so keep an eye on this if interested... * laughs diabolically and runs away * R&R! Arigatou and Sionara! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~
A/N: Well, the disclaimer was weird, but then again, so is this whole fic... Well enjoy! This is PROBABLY the final chapter! Thank you for reading! R&R! ^_^
Chapter 4: Flames...
Folkie was getting mad, although he didn't show it... Everyone could tell because he was blinking quite rapidly in an angry manner. The dragonslayers watched in interest as their commander cowered, ready to torch the water should it come any closer. Master Folkie was sitting in the tub of water, waiting for somebody to assist him.
"Hey Lord Folkie, those kitty toys were fun..." Naria began as she walked into the room. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the water.
"AUGH! WATER! KITTIES HATE WATER!" She screamed, kneeling down next to Dilly in fear.
"GET AWAY FROM ME KITTY PERSON!" The Dilly said hysterically, torching the catgirl.
Naria's hair was on fire and she ran around the room squealing, she finally dunked her head in the water bucket Folkie was in, but then she started to scream, because her hair was wet... Dilly torched her hair, and Naria dunked, and started screaming again. Torch, dunk, scream, torch, dunk, scream... this went on for quite a while when Eriya came in and handed her sister a blowdryer. Folkie muttered incomprehensible curses. The Dragonslayers pulled and pulled and Folkie came out of the tub with a large, "PLOP!" His cape was wet and Folkie was mad that he'd have to waste the money on dry-cleaning. Dilly made the Dragonslayers throw out the water immediately, and he felt much better, stroking his Flame-thrower lovingly.
"It's Ok Mr. Flame-thrower, the naughty water's all gone!" He reassured his flamey friend.
He started stuffing the ashes of the cake down Van's throat as Folkie blinked still sitting on the floor. Folkie was mad because he hadn't gotten to eat his cake, he envied the now choking Van.
Removing the pin from his back, he walked back to his room. He lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, eyeing the pile of unwanted gifts in the corner. He was about to take a nap when he heard a familiar voice... "I HATE YOUR GUTS!" And he screams at the return of the killer catgirl doll.
A/N: OK, that was weird... Very crappy chapter, I'll probably redo it, and the ending was odd, maybe I'll write a continuation to this, I'll post it here, so keep an eye on this if interested... * laughs diabolically and runs away * R&R! Arigatou and Sionara! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~