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Author's Note from Kandice: Thank you to all who reviewed! I'm happy that you guys like it! Actually, ecstatic is more like it...so here's the next chappy! Oh, but before that, I'd like to give credit to Liz who thought up of half of the idea and Gabby who thought up even more of the idea! LoL, I only did the writing, and I added my own ideas in the mix.so enjoy! And poor Jonathon in this adventure.
Author's Note from Gabby: Hey guys! I'm sooo glad you like the story so far! This is our second chapter. It's pretty good in my opinion...lol. I hope you guys like it too! Well I really dunno what to say so toodles! Enjoy!
The Troika Disney World, Beware!
Jonathon stood there deep in thought for a second. He touched the surface. It was cool and smooth to his touch, painted blue. He glanced at it up and down and after a second he turned around to face his companions.
"What is it?" Andrew asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"It's a door, dimwit." Warren answered.
"Well, yeah." Andrew replied.
With that, Warren pushed past the two guys and opened the door.
The patrons, mostly made up of demons of various shapes, sizes and colors, looked up at the trio of humans who had intruded upon their daytime hang- out. Without taking notice of any of the stares that he received, Warren headed towards the back of the bar , full of confidence. Of course, as soon as he got thrown across the room by a rather ugly looking Nomar demon, most of that confidence disappeared within seconds.
Andrew and Jonathon froze at the door as a couple of demons looked over at them, curious as to what they would do.
"We...uh, we're not here to cause trouble...uh...we come in peace." Andrew got out.
Jonathan gave a fake smile and put showed the demons a peace sign.
Suddenly a tall green-scaled demon came out from the back and with a big booming voice said, "What's going on here?"
"These humans were trying to get in. So we were just going to...prevent, yeah, prevent them from intruding." The Nomar demon replied.
The green demon took a look at Warren, who had just gotten up from the ground, and then glanced at Jonathon's peace sign.
"They're here on business with me. Didn't I tell you there would be 3 geeks that came to visit on Thursday?" the green demon said to the Nomar.
"Hey!" Jonathon exclaimed, but was cut off by an elbow colliding with his rib cage.
"Today's Thursday?"
"Duh, why do you think they're here?"
"Because they..."
"DON'T YOU DARE CONTRIDICT ME!"
"But you just..."
"No interrupting! Now shoo! Go back to playing cards for kittens."
When the demon said this Andrew cringed and wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Is there a problem?" the head demon asked.
"Um, nope, nope."
"Are you sure? Is it that you don't like kittens?"
"I like kittens, but do you have to eat them?"
The demon shrugged and said, "Follow me."
The trio of geeks followed the green scaly demon to a beat up old oak door. When the demon opened the door the geeks were shocked. The room was full of expensive furniture and paintings. There were two red leather couches. Persian rugs covered in green, black, and brown vines that were intertwining. Paintings that were from what seemed like every era were hung on the wall. The demon's desk was made out of mahogany oak. It shined as if it was constantly polished. On the desk sat a name plate that read: Bob.
"Interesting name for a demon. They're normally so much more creative," Andrew whispered to Warren.
Warren nodded while staring at a big green jewel that sat in a glass case.
"Wow," Jonathan gasped staring at a picture of Asian women holding kittens.
Andrew and Warren rolled their eyes, but Bob went over to him, "You like it? I got it when I went to North Korea in 1900. The kittens are pretty good there."
"If you'll excuse me, but I..." Andrew said running out of the room holding his stomach.
"Sorry about him," Warren said sitting down on one of the couches.
"It's OK," the demon replied sitting down behind his desk in a great black leather chair, "But will he be back soon?"
Before Warren could answer Andrew walked into the room, "He's back."
Warren looked at Jonathan and Andrew, who were standing up, "Sit down you idiots."
Jonathan and Andrew quickly sat down on the couch.
"Well I have a proposition for you," Bob said folding his hands and placing them on his desk, " I'll tell you where the weapon storage is, just like you wanted, if I get what I want, in return."
"Which would be..." Jonathan ventured.
"Shush! Let him finish!" Warren said elbowing him.
"Oww!" Jonathan cried rubbing his ribs.
"The problem is, I'm not sure if you can get what I want." The demon continued.
"Anything you want, we can get." Warren said, his voice full of superiority.
"Anything?" Bob inquired.
"Anything." Warren confirmed.
"But...wait! Uh, Bob? Technically, you owe US." Andrew said bravely.
"And why is that?" the demon turned to Andrew with a smirk.
"Because we got you that protector spell last month when that Sauron or whatever was after you." Andrew folded his arms and looked straight at the demon.
"Sauron is from Lord of the Rings, doofus. It's Sumand." Jonathon corrected.
"Whatever, anyway, we don't owe you anything, Mr. Bob."
Bob laughed in amusement, "Very well, you caught me."
Warren looked from the demon to the guys in astonishment. "You're going to tell us where the storage is?
"Of course, what kind of demon would I be if I didn't keep my word to repay my debt to you?" the demon asked. "Hey, not all demons are bad guys. I'm a demon of my word, ya know."
"So I see." Warren said simply.
Bob stood up and poured himself a drink, then offered some to the trio, who politely declined. "It's in the Magic Kingdom."
"Oh! Oh! You mean like Disney World?!" Andrew cried.
"Of course he doesn't mean Disney World you dip!" Warren yelled.
"Actually I do mean Disney World," Bob stated.
"Right, of course." Warren agreed.
"Well," Bob continued, "It's a back street, I'm sure you three know what that is."
"That's kinda like Rack's place!" Jonathan squeaked.
"Yes Jonathan," Warren growled, "Now shut up."
"You guys know Rack?" the demon asked, pleasantly surprised.
"Yeah, we've done business with him before." Warren said.
"Nice fellow." Andrew added. "A little creepy."
"To that I agree." Bob nodded his scaly head. "Anyway, the back street is between the Haunted Mansion and the cotton candy stand. Do you think you can find it?"
"Oh! Oh! Cotton candy!" Jonathan and Andrew cried at once.
Warren put his head in his hands, "Yeah, we'll manage."
* * *
The three guys walked into Magic Kingdom the next day. The sun was shining, the grass was growing, the bratty little kids were screaming to get on the huge rides, and the lines for the rides were getting longer by the minute.
"Oh! Thunder Mountain! We have to go on Thunder Mountain!" Andrew announced with a smile on his face and a boy-ish bounce in his step.
"Will you knock it off?" Warren muttered.
"Sorry." Andrew responded. "But the memories...last time I was here was in 7th grade."
"Summer before 6th grade for me. For my birthday, I just turned 12." Jonathon smiled at the image of that time.
"Let's go on the rides!" Andrew explained, full of boyish impatient again.
"Yeah!" Jonathon agreed enthusiastically.
"I doubt you'll be able to go on any rides. I'm pretty sure you have to be at least a foot tall to go on like, the kiddie rides." Warren conveyed.
"Can you like, cheer up?" Andrew suggested.
"Fine, go on your stupid rides. I'll be looking for the storage, we'll meet back here in 2 hours." Warren grumbled.
"Awesome!" Andrew and Jonathon cheered.
"Later." Andrew waved to Warren and he set off with the shortie. "Let's get Fast Passes!"
"Yeah, that's smart!" Jonathon agreed.
"Of course it is!"
* * *
After they had met back up on Main Street about 2 hours later they headed off towards the Haunted Mansion. They looked around for a cotton candy stand. Finally Jonathon bumped into it, and a bunch of neatly arranged drinks that were for sale fell off the cart. After the person had demanded that Jonathon pick everything up and put it exactly how it was, Warren made a comment and they casually started searching around for a portal.
"This is useless." Warren stated.
He then leaned back upon the wall behind him and disappeared.
"By God, I think he's found it!" Andrew whispered to Jonathon, who laughed, then they both looked around and walked into the wall.
"Ow," Jonathon complained. "What the heck was that?"
"It moved." Andrew said off-handedly.
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, where could it have moved?" Andrew questioned with a look around as if a sign were going to show up with neon like saying 'ENTER HERE'
"Not far, because-" Jonathon took a step back and disappeared, without a moment's thought, Andrew dived in and landed on top in a pool.
He swam to the surface to find Jonathon climbing out of the water, dry as a towel that had just come out of a dryer that had been on the highest cycle for about 70 minutes.
Andrew got out and found that he too, was dry as though he hadn't been in the water. "Cool!"
They looked around. There were rows upon rows of various weapons. The contraptions ranged from a simple crossbow to a high-tech ray gun.
"Oyo! They used these in Star Trek." Jonathon commented.
"Star Wars, short one." Andrew walked over to a mechanical pen hanging on a wall. "A pen. I'm scared." As he reached out for the pen and took it off the wall, a huge blob of ink shot out from the top all over his shirt! "Ah!" he threw the pen on the ground and dove into the mystical pool.
Jonathan looked over to his friend, but he was gone. A minute later, he appeared again and climbed out.
"Right, the pool transports you, I forgot." Andrew shrugged.
"Guys!" Warren called from the end.
They walked over to him. "What's up?" Jonathon implored.
"This is an Invisible Ray Gun." Warren observed the sleek and shiny edges of the device.
"Um...are the rays invisible or...why is it called that?" Andrew inquired
Warren didn't even make a haughty remark, instead he began to explain, "Whoever gets hit by the beam, becomes invisible. Do you know how much power we could get from this?"
"Can we keep it?" Andrew looked on in awe.
"Unfortunately, no." Warren sighed and gently placed the gun back in it's case. "However, I have the plans on how to make it. And we are going to do that."
"Are you sure we'll be able to?" Jonathon asked.
"Jonathon, Jonathon, Jonathon, we can do anything."
"Cool. Can we go on some more rides now?" Andrew catechized.
Author's note: I think you all can figure out before which episode this lil' adventure belongs to...if you're stuck on that, just ask, and I'll tell you the answer in the beginning of the next chapter in my authors note...anyway, thank you all once again, for the reviews, you have no idea how extremely pleased I am of the outcome so far with the story, actually, we all are. (Me, Shellie and Gabby) Thanka you all!
-Kandice
Author's Note from Kandice: Thank you to all who reviewed! I'm happy that you guys like it! Actually, ecstatic is more like it...so here's the next chappy! Oh, but before that, I'd like to give credit to Liz who thought up of half of the idea and Gabby who thought up even more of the idea! LoL, I only did the writing, and I added my own ideas in the mix.so enjoy! And poor Jonathon in this adventure.
Author's Note from Gabby: Hey guys! I'm sooo glad you like the story so far! This is our second chapter. It's pretty good in my opinion...lol. I hope you guys like it too! Well I really dunno what to say so toodles! Enjoy!
The Troika Disney World, Beware!
Jonathon stood there deep in thought for a second. He touched the surface. It was cool and smooth to his touch, painted blue. He glanced at it up and down and after a second he turned around to face his companions.
"What is it?" Andrew asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"It's a door, dimwit." Warren answered.
"Well, yeah." Andrew replied.
With that, Warren pushed past the two guys and opened the door.
The patrons, mostly made up of demons of various shapes, sizes and colors, looked up at the trio of humans who had intruded upon their daytime hang- out. Without taking notice of any of the stares that he received, Warren headed towards the back of the bar , full of confidence. Of course, as soon as he got thrown across the room by a rather ugly looking Nomar demon, most of that confidence disappeared within seconds.
Andrew and Jonathon froze at the door as a couple of demons looked over at them, curious as to what they would do.
"We...uh, we're not here to cause trouble...uh...we come in peace." Andrew got out.
Jonathan gave a fake smile and put showed the demons a peace sign.
Suddenly a tall green-scaled demon came out from the back and with a big booming voice said, "What's going on here?"
"These humans were trying to get in. So we were just going to...prevent, yeah, prevent them from intruding." The Nomar demon replied.
The green demon took a look at Warren, who had just gotten up from the ground, and then glanced at Jonathon's peace sign.
"They're here on business with me. Didn't I tell you there would be 3 geeks that came to visit on Thursday?" the green demon said to the Nomar.
"Hey!" Jonathon exclaimed, but was cut off by an elbow colliding with his rib cage.
"Today's Thursday?"
"Duh, why do you think they're here?"
"Because they..."
"DON'T YOU DARE CONTRIDICT ME!"
"But you just..."
"No interrupting! Now shoo! Go back to playing cards for kittens."
When the demon said this Andrew cringed and wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Is there a problem?" the head demon asked.
"Um, nope, nope."
"Are you sure? Is it that you don't like kittens?"
"I like kittens, but do you have to eat them?"
The demon shrugged and said, "Follow me."
The trio of geeks followed the green scaly demon to a beat up old oak door. When the demon opened the door the geeks were shocked. The room was full of expensive furniture and paintings. There were two red leather couches. Persian rugs covered in green, black, and brown vines that were intertwining. Paintings that were from what seemed like every era were hung on the wall. The demon's desk was made out of mahogany oak. It shined as if it was constantly polished. On the desk sat a name plate that read: Bob.
"Interesting name for a demon. They're normally so much more creative," Andrew whispered to Warren.
Warren nodded while staring at a big green jewel that sat in a glass case.
"Wow," Jonathan gasped staring at a picture of Asian women holding kittens.
Andrew and Warren rolled their eyes, but Bob went over to him, "You like it? I got it when I went to North Korea in 1900. The kittens are pretty good there."
"If you'll excuse me, but I..." Andrew said running out of the room holding his stomach.
"Sorry about him," Warren said sitting down on one of the couches.
"It's OK," the demon replied sitting down behind his desk in a great black leather chair, "But will he be back soon?"
Before Warren could answer Andrew walked into the room, "He's back."
Warren looked at Jonathan and Andrew, who were standing up, "Sit down you idiots."
Jonathan and Andrew quickly sat down on the couch.
"Well I have a proposition for you," Bob said folding his hands and placing them on his desk, " I'll tell you where the weapon storage is, just like you wanted, if I get what I want, in return."
"Which would be..." Jonathan ventured.
"Shush! Let him finish!" Warren said elbowing him.
"Oww!" Jonathan cried rubbing his ribs.
"The problem is, I'm not sure if you can get what I want." The demon continued.
"Anything you want, we can get." Warren said, his voice full of superiority.
"Anything?" Bob inquired.
"Anything." Warren confirmed.
"But...wait! Uh, Bob? Technically, you owe US." Andrew said bravely.
"And why is that?" the demon turned to Andrew with a smirk.
"Because we got you that protector spell last month when that Sauron or whatever was after you." Andrew folded his arms and looked straight at the demon.
"Sauron is from Lord of the Rings, doofus. It's Sumand." Jonathon corrected.
"Whatever, anyway, we don't owe you anything, Mr. Bob."
Bob laughed in amusement, "Very well, you caught me."
Warren looked from the demon to the guys in astonishment. "You're going to tell us where the storage is?
"Of course, what kind of demon would I be if I didn't keep my word to repay my debt to you?" the demon asked. "Hey, not all demons are bad guys. I'm a demon of my word, ya know."
"So I see." Warren said simply.
Bob stood up and poured himself a drink, then offered some to the trio, who politely declined. "It's in the Magic Kingdom."
"Oh! Oh! You mean like Disney World?!" Andrew cried.
"Of course he doesn't mean Disney World you dip!" Warren yelled.
"Actually I do mean Disney World," Bob stated.
"Right, of course." Warren agreed.
"Well," Bob continued, "It's a back street, I'm sure you three know what that is."
"That's kinda like Rack's place!" Jonathan squeaked.
"Yes Jonathan," Warren growled, "Now shut up."
"You guys know Rack?" the demon asked, pleasantly surprised.
"Yeah, we've done business with him before." Warren said.
"Nice fellow." Andrew added. "A little creepy."
"To that I agree." Bob nodded his scaly head. "Anyway, the back street is between the Haunted Mansion and the cotton candy stand. Do you think you can find it?"
"Oh! Oh! Cotton candy!" Jonathan and Andrew cried at once.
Warren put his head in his hands, "Yeah, we'll manage."
* * *
The three guys walked into Magic Kingdom the next day. The sun was shining, the grass was growing, the bratty little kids were screaming to get on the huge rides, and the lines for the rides were getting longer by the minute.
"Oh! Thunder Mountain! We have to go on Thunder Mountain!" Andrew announced with a smile on his face and a boy-ish bounce in his step.
"Will you knock it off?" Warren muttered.
"Sorry." Andrew responded. "But the memories...last time I was here was in 7th grade."
"Summer before 6th grade for me. For my birthday, I just turned 12." Jonathon smiled at the image of that time.
"Let's go on the rides!" Andrew explained, full of boyish impatient again.
"Yeah!" Jonathon agreed enthusiastically.
"I doubt you'll be able to go on any rides. I'm pretty sure you have to be at least a foot tall to go on like, the kiddie rides." Warren conveyed.
"Can you like, cheer up?" Andrew suggested.
"Fine, go on your stupid rides. I'll be looking for the storage, we'll meet back here in 2 hours." Warren grumbled.
"Awesome!" Andrew and Jonathon cheered.
"Later." Andrew waved to Warren and he set off with the shortie. "Let's get Fast Passes!"
"Yeah, that's smart!" Jonathon agreed.
"Of course it is!"
* * *
After they had met back up on Main Street about 2 hours later they headed off towards the Haunted Mansion. They looked around for a cotton candy stand. Finally Jonathon bumped into it, and a bunch of neatly arranged drinks that were for sale fell off the cart. After the person had demanded that Jonathon pick everything up and put it exactly how it was, Warren made a comment and they casually started searching around for a portal.
"This is useless." Warren stated.
He then leaned back upon the wall behind him and disappeared.
"By God, I think he's found it!" Andrew whispered to Jonathon, who laughed, then they both looked around and walked into the wall.
"Ow," Jonathon complained. "What the heck was that?"
"It moved." Andrew said off-handedly.
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, where could it have moved?" Andrew questioned with a look around as if a sign were going to show up with neon like saying 'ENTER HERE'
"Not far, because-" Jonathon took a step back and disappeared, without a moment's thought, Andrew dived in and landed on top in a pool.
He swam to the surface to find Jonathon climbing out of the water, dry as a towel that had just come out of a dryer that had been on the highest cycle for about 70 minutes.
Andrew got out and found that he too, was dry as though he hadn't been in the water. "Cool!"
They looked around. There were rows upon rows of various weapons. The contraptions ranged from a simple crossbow to a high-tech ray gun.
"Oyo! They used these in Star Trek." Jonathon commented.
"Star Wars, short one." Andrew walked over to a mechanical pen hanging on a wall. "A pen. I'm scared." As he reached out for the pen and took it off the wall, a huge blob of ink shot out from the top all over his shirt! "Ah!" he threw the pen on the ground and dove into the mystical pool.
Jonathan looked over to his friend, but he was gone. A minute later, he appeared again and climbed out.
"Right, the pool transports you, I forgot." Andrew shrugged.
"Guys!" Warren called from the end.
They walked over to him. "What's up?" Jonathon implored.
"This is an Invisible Ray Gun." Warren observed the sleek and shiny edges of the device.
"Um...are the rays invisible or...why is it called that?" Andrew inquired
Warren didn't even make a haughty remark, instead he began to explain, "Whoever gets hit by the beam, becomes invisible. Do you know how much power we could get from this?"
"Can we keep it?" Andrew looked on in awe.
"Unfortunately, no." Warren sighed and gently placed the gun back in it's case. "However, I have the plans on how to make it. And we are going to do that."
"Are you sure we'll be able to?" Jonathon asked.
"Jonathon, Jonathon, Jonathon, we can do anything."
"Cool. Can we go on some more rides now?" Andrew catechized.
Author's note: I think you all can figure out before which episode this lil' adventure belongs to...if you're stuck on that, just ask, and I'll tell you the answer in the beginning of the next chapter in my authors note...anyway, thank you all once again, for the reviews, you have no idea how extremely pleased I am of the outcome so far with the story, actually, we all are. (Me, Shellie and Gabby) Thanka you all!
-Kandice