BEGIN SESSION: ELECTRIC LULLABYE.

I'm wishing on a dream

To follow what it m e a n s. . .

Sunlight streamed through the open window and onto her face. Shadows shattered from the corners and soon the entire room was lit up as the sun rose. He smiled, and as quietly as possible walked towards her, much like a deer in the meadow.

'Don't want to wake her up,' He thought. His eyes focused on her, her porcelain-like skin and her closed eyes, so peaceful was she in sleep. So beautiful. Carefully, he sat down beside her and moved one the soft, coal black tresses away from her face. Then, her eyes snapped open and she grabbed his jointed wrist, and he gasped. She laughed.

'Tsian, you're so silly...' She said, but her words were starting to echo. 'Do you really think you could sneak up on me?' Her words were becoming hard to understand and she seemed so far away... A memory, perhaps...But not real. How could something so perfect be so...

...Real...?

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4th Kingdom, Rivertown

6 PM

Lightning flashed across the sky and thunder rolled, shaking the small inn from its foundations. Tsian's eyes widened with a start, as his face nearly collided with a bowl of soup of unknown ingrediants. He looked around, and from the corner of his eye, he could see Kit, shoveling an ungodly amount of pasta in his face. The turtle, who at this time they had decided to name Tarapin (Pin for short, though, since he insisted), was very intent on nibbling a piece of lettuce that was quite a bit larger than him.

Kit paused briefly in his shoveling to grab a piece of bread and stuff it in his already full mouth, and then pasta started flying again. It hit quite a few of the surrounding patrons and most of the waitresses.

"Oh dear," Tsian managed to say out loud through the sudden storm of pasta- y-goodness. He had always thought that cats--except for when they were brutually maiming a bird such as himself--were quite the dainty eaters. Oh well, so much for that misconception. He managed to hold a plate up to block the flying particles that did not fit into Kit's oversized mouth. And then, a thought struck him--"Hey. Hey Kit?"

"Mmf?" Food went flying, and Pin had to dodge a large piece of bread. He hummed angrily and shook a small fist at the catboy before returning to his lettuce. Kit disregarded this and blinked at Tsian, obviously eager to return to eating everything in sight.

"Kit, you have money, right?" Tsian asked rather shakily. The nightengale, of course, had currency--but they were of his own kingdom and weren't much worth here, since... he shook his head. "I mean, we've got to pay for all this."

Kit snickered, sending more food flying. "Money? I have...Let's see here..." He opened his pack and shuffled through it. "...Shoe polish...Three rags...More shoe polish...an extra shirt...Two extra pair of pants...A little turtlene-What the..?" He glared at Pin, who was currently looking as innocent as possible, and then continued his search. "One large tube of hairball medicine...And....A dust bunny." When he pulled out the dust bunny, it blinked, waved, and then hopped off.

Tsian raised an painted-on eyebrow. "So..you have no money then...?"

"Umm...No. Pin?"

The turtle blinked. He then began emptying his shell. Three more dust bunnies hopped out, and four small booties were produced, along with a blue scarf. Pin looked up at Kit and shook his head, humming an apology. He then returned to his lettuce.

The nightengale sighed. "No such luck. Well, maybe if we sneak out--"

"Hello, boys."

"Ramen noodles!" Tsian cursed, and then looked back at the large--and quite burly--inn keeper. And then, as best as he could (he was a performer, after all), he forced a wide, idiotic smile. "I mean, hello, Mr. Innkeeper, sir!"

"Now, excuse me boys," said the innkeeper as he slammed his monsterous hands on the rickety old table. This caused a number of runny substances in many bowls to run over the sides, onto the floor, and unfortunately, Tsian's lap. "But my ears are awfully old, and not good at hearing like theys use to be. Tell me if I'm wrong, but did you boys said... You have no money?"

Kit thought for a moment. "Umm...Yes?"

If Tsian could've, he would've strangled Kit right about then. But he was more worried about...Other things, at the moment. Like the burning hot soup that was just dumped onto his crotch.

The innkeeper slowly advanced towards Kit, till they were staring face to face. Pin had the grace to hide behind one of Kit's ears, but he was still clutching his half-eaten lettuce leaf. "You're a good kitty, aren't you? Do you know what happens to good kitties when they don't pay for their dinner?"

"Well, no I--Did you just call me a kitty?" Kit blinked and glared at the much larger man. "A KITTY?" Pin tugged on Kit's ear, frantically trying to tell him to shut up.

"Hmmm!MMMM!" Which can be translated as "Shut up, you idiot feline!" was being urgently yelled in this ear, but Kit unfortunately spoke no Turtle.

"I am NOT a KITTY!" He raised a fist in the air and stood. It was then that he noticed that he came up to just below the innkeeper's shoulder. He squeaked.

The innkeeper grinned rather menacingly.

"I'm going to pluck your whiskers out one by one, kitty-boy," he said, spitting in the cat's eye, "And then, I'm going to skin you alive. You got that?"

Tsian had finally got out of the fetal position and was tugging on Kit's sleeve. "Kit, kit, my buddy--you might want to run now..."

"Stop tugging on me!" Kit flailed his arms, sending Pin flying. He touched his face and then blinked up at the innkeeper. "I don't have any whi- ....I'm going to run now." And that he did. Right into the wall next to the door. He corrected his error, cursing, and waved a final goodbye before grabbing a dazed Pin and exiting.

"HEY! Wait for .... " Tsian paused, and then looked around at all the ... Rather large, bulky men that had just surrounded him. They were wielding chair legs. "Me." He squeaked, before pulling out his key, and all dozen men seemed to leap on him at once.

"....Ramen noodles."

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Kit was too busy yelling the battle cry of the yellow-bellied chicken to worry about the nightengale. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" This infamous cry echoed throughout the hills. Pin had ahold of both of his ears and was steering them as best he could. It was hard work trying to keep the catboy from running into things, so every once in awhile he took a break and munched lettuce. Needless to say, most of these breaks left Kit bruised and a few trees angry.

This continued until Kit bumped into a very perturbed, slightly broken nightengale. He did not look happy.

"Um..Hello." Kit smiled sheepishly, which is a hard feat for a cat to pull off. Pin waved happily and returned to his leafy greens.

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The fire they had built flickered, reflected in Tsian's face. His eyes seemed glassy, like the reflection in a lake, and his mouth opened in a rather unbecoming fashion that resembled a codfish. His shoulders went forward as he nearly collapsed in half, like a lawn chair.

Kit blinked. "Tsian?" He waved a hand in front of his accomplice's face. "..Tsian?" He looked at Pin and the turtle shrugged in response. He waved the turtle in Tsian's face, and Pin hummed the Turtle equivalent of "Tsiaaaaa-aaaaan?" Kit knocked on the nightengale's head and then yelled in his ear. "HEEEEEY! WAKE UP! HELLOOO-OOOO IN THERE!"

He didn't respond for a few minutes, just a small 'click click click' of gears was heard. And then, Tsian's arm flew backwards and his whole body seemed to be trying to do the hokie-pokie at once. A spark flew from his tunic and he spat out words. "EYYYAAAH!" Well..not quite words. But they were painful.

"AAAGH... Kit...they..." Zap! "Ripped out my wires!!! In the..." Zzzzt.

Kit blinked and poked Tsian. "Umm...How d'ya fix it?"

"MY TUNIC! TAKE OFF MY TUNIC!" Tsian screamed as he was poked.

The catboy's eyes widened. "Umm..Tsian...I don't know you that well."

"Oh crispy noodles! DO IT!"

"Yes sir!" Kit clutched the collar of his shirt nervously with one hand and reached out with the other, just barely plucking it. He waited to see if Tsian was going to scream again. This was getting somewhat nerve wracking; all this jumping.

Tsian fell forward, as his eyes rolled back into his head. His skin seemed to glow, like polished marble. Slowly, wings flexed from his back, and then pulled in with a loud creak. Sure enough, an entire area of Tsian's back was ripped out--much like a fusebox from the tenth kingdom. Loose wires wiggled free, their live ends spewing electricity.

"Yeep!...Oops. Um...Tsian?" At the lack of response, he shuddered. "Fur and fuzz, this is giving me the wiggins...Oh well, lets try wires, shall we Pin?" The turtle on his shoulder nodded, and Kit carefully picked out two wires. Pin nodded and made connecting motions. "Nonono, these two don't go together, see? this ones green...It's the RED one..Believe me. I know what I'm doing." Famous last words. Kit connected the wires and Tsian lit up like a Christmas tree.

Kit blinked, and then grinned maniacally. "Wickeeeed...." And then parted the wires and reconnected them repeatedly, making Tsian flash.

Tsian's eyes snapped open after the third spark. "Hello!" He said, a little louder than usual. "Kitwhatareyoudoingtome?" He said frantically, like a tape on fastforward. He tried to twist around to see, but sadly, his neck joints were not made to twist that way and he screamed.

"Oh, nothing..." Kit unconnected the wires and decided to try two different ones. There was a small puff of smoke.

When the smoke cleared, a tutu-clad Tsian started to frolic around the campfire. Somewhere, 'Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy' was playing quietly.

"Kit!" Tsian cried as he twirled. "What in the name of the ramen noodles did you do to me?!"

Kit was too busy laughing to reply. Pin had now gotten stuck on his back and was rolling around laughing squeakily.

"Stop it!" said the dainty nightengale as he leaped over the fire, landed on the other side gracefully, and then did a split. "Ow."

"NOW who's comic relief! HA!" Kit didn't get to gloat much longer, however, as the wires slid apart and the dancing ceased.

The robotic nightengale fell into a large pile of Tsian, hair, and tutu.

"Want me to fix it?" Kit smiled, somewhat mischieviously. Pin waddled quickly over to Tsian and shook his head fervently.

"Oh no, I'll be the one doing the fixing now..." The other boy replied, as a insane glint shown in his eyes and he began to advance towards the catboy. And then, he stopped, and blinked. "Hey wait. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Kit beamed. "See? Fixed it!" Pin sighed and waddled back to him, where he was lifted and put back on Kit's head.

"Yeah." Tsian admitted. "Yeah, yeah you did...... Thanks."

This was met with a wide grin, fangs and all.

And then, as if timed, it began to rain. Not just rain, my friends. Pour.

There was a pause as it sunk in to the catboy's head that he was now under a wall of water. A scream followed this epiphany, and he started running in circles. "GAAAAAH! IT'S WET! IT'S WET! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE WET???!!!??"

Tsian sighed. His hands were positioned rather femininely on his tutu-clad hips. He realized this, and quickly grabbed Kit's arm while he was still in mid-circle, before dragging him onto the path. "Come on, Kit. It's only water. It may rust me, but it's not gonna kill you.

"Yes it's only water...But it's WET water!" Kit sobbed and Pin sighed, sheltering beneath Kit's now tied together ears. It made the perfect hideout.

"We'll find another place to stay--preferably one that doesn't cost money, though," Tsian replied. "And then maybe I can get out of this blasted tutu."

END SESSION: ELECTRIC LULLABYE

PREVIEW SESSION: Muffin Swing--Look! There's a box of muffins in the shelter by the road! So now we have food AND a place to stay for the night! But wait...Why's everybody acting so funny? Turtles can't hop...Can they?

Kit: Why are we still here?

Tsian: We're supposed to read something.

Kit: Why?

Tsian: I...dunno. It says here, 'Kit N. Bootz, Tsian Tock, and the Turtle are © The Two Coconuts.'

Kit: What does '©' mean?

Tsian: I think it means don't steal us.

Kit: ....Why would anyone wanna steal us?

Turtle: Hmm?

Tsian: 'The 10th Kingdom, however, does not belong to the Two Coconuts. It is © someone else...those important Hallmark people.'

Kit: Um...there's that stupid © thing again...

Tsian: Just nevermind it, Kit. Nevermind it.

Turtle: Hmmm-mm.

Kit: Won't that turtle leave us alone?

Tsian: You know, he'd make a lovely turtle soup.

Turtle: Hmm! HMMHMMHMMMMM-MM!

Kit: Sorry, not with ya there...Although we COULD use him as turtle wax..

Turtle: -faint-

Tsian: ...Well that went well.

-End-