The Series of Abnormal Events

Chapter 1: The Evil Antics of Dr. Weaver. Part five.

Hello and welcome to part five. I will be your host, Sammie. Actually, you don't need a host. Just your eyes and your brain. You can do that. If you couldn't, you wouldn't be at part five. Sorry that part four took so long. Whenever I tried to upload the part, Only the ending note would show up. It took me awhile, but I figured out how to fix it and I got it up! Thank you Cassi and Sven for reviewing! I like reviews, who doesn't? If you don't, tell me. I'll really be amazed. Thanks to Kitkatz for some funny ideas and OT but Freebie too, just because she emails me back and forth every day. That's fun. OT: But ewwwww. My dog just farted! Gross. *pause* There she's gone. Now I'll continue.

Lilliana, you get your own paragraph, because you are my beta! Thank you!

Hee hee. I'm watching ER right now. Where Kerry uses the same needle on tv. Ha ha. So funny. It's funny when people screw up. Unless it's yourself. I know that sounds evil. But I am. Evil, that is. Okay, I'm going on to the fifth part now. Don't worry. It gets crazier.

Disclamer: Hee hee. Disclamer. That's a funny word. Disclamer. You know what it means, don't you? Well, it means that I'm not using these characters to make money. Cause they aren't mine. I don't invent characters, just make fun of them. Got that? Good.

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Kitkatz is fumbling around with all the controls.

Kitkatz: Hmm. This one? *The walls change colours.* Okay. I guess not. But I like the purple. Very cool. Hmm. I can't see out the window, I guess I should clean my glasses. *She takes off her glasses.* Awww. The walls aren't purple, they're barf green! I guess wearing sunglasses inside isn't the best idea. Now to change the colour. *She presses the same button again. The walls turn a magenta pink.* Oooh. Pink! Pink is good. Okay, now to make this thing go faster. *Exremely long pause.* Aw crap. Not another oxygen mask! What's with those? *She throws it into the large pile of oxygen masks.* Okay! I'm not even going to try anymore. Sam's good with machines, I better call her. *Magics up a cell phone and types in a number.* *Brrinng! Brrinng!*

Sammie: Hello?

Kitkatz: Hi Sammie! How are ya?

Sammie: I'm fine, I guess. Um, Tara? Why are you calling at three in the morning? I was sleeping quite nicely.

Kitkatz: Well, I'm in a blimp, over Chicago. With some nurses, sleeping on the floor. I was coming to see you but I can't get the freaking thing to go faster than a couple of miles per hour! And I thought that maybe you could tell me what to do. Perlease?

Sammie: You're in a blimp? Okaaaaay. Special. Anyways, do you see the big red button that says 'GO' on it?

Kitkatz: Umm.

Sammie: *Mumbling.* Oh my God. Breathe. Okay. Tara?

Kitkatz: Yeah?

Sammie: It's the one on the left.

Kitkatz: Uhh. Oh! There it is!

Sammie: Now press it.

Kitkatz presses the button. The blimp goes much faster.

Kitkatz: How'd you do that?

Sammie: I'm psychic, remember?

Kitkatz: Really? Cool. Well, I'm coming over now. See you soon!

Sammie: Ta-ta and toodles my friend.

Sammie thinks to herself: My god. She actually thinks I'm psychic.

She closes the book on her lap called How To Operate A Blimp For Dummies.

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(I don't feel like changing scenes. So we'll go back to Kitkatz.) A long time has past.

Kitkatz is putting on a CD she borrowed from Sammie quite a while ago.

Kitkatz: Oooh. That Old Black Magic. Such a cool song! Do di do di do, I don't know the words, la la la, that only your kissssssss could put out that fire! Doo do di do. (More of this). black magic called, you're a dirty robber! Old black magic called, uh oh, get out the car! Old black magic called, meanwhile back at the ranch! Under that old bla-a-a-ack magic oh-a- oh-a-oh! Gosh I love that song. So cool.

I'm not going to describe her other attempts. I think you get the idea. Anyways, she's really wrapped up in the music. So she doesn't notice what happens next.

Haleh starts to get up. Tara doesn't notice her.

Haleh: His eye is on the sparrow. Great song. *She starts to sing.*

Kitkatz: Whoa! You're awake!

Haleh: Well, I heard the music. I really like this song. So I got up to sing. You were blasting it pretty loud.

Kitkatz: Sorry to wake you. I'm not very good at sleeping spells.

Haleh: What?!?

Kitkatz: I mean keeping quiet. Yep. That's it.

Haleh: Okaaay. You should put down the volume. If you don't, the others'll wake up. You don't want them annoying us, do you?

Kitkatz: Good idea. *She turns down the music.* There. That's better.

Haleh: I don't want to bug you, but ummmm.

Kitkatz: What is it? Spit it out.

Haleh: I won't ask again.

Kitkatz: Go!

Haleh: Are we there yet?

Kitkatz: Very soon. About an hour or so.

Haleh: What can we do to pass the time? Kitkatz: Umm. Well, I could teach you some magic. I've got a secret. I'm not very good. I can only do donuts well.

Haleh: I figured that out.

Kitkatz: Really? *Looks disappointed.* Was it that obvious?

Haleh: *Tries to sound sincere.* Noooo! Not at all! Really! I'm good at figuring people out.

Kitkatz: Okay. I was worried for a moment. Now let's start.

Haleh: Okay.

Kitkatz: Okay, first you need a wand and a beginner's book.

Haleh: Where do I get those?

Kitkatz: Ummm. I could conjure them up for you.

Haleh: Is that really such a good idea?

Kitkatz: Maybe not. Well, you could use my wand, and I could tell you how to do stuff.

Haleh: *Hesitantly.* Ummm. Okay. I'll try.

Kitkatz: Here. *She gives the wand to Haleh.* Now, I'll demonstrate with this pencil. *She picks up the pencil.* First, what do you want to do?

Haleh: I'd like some nicer clothes. I wore these ugly sweatpants cause I figured we'd end up going rock climbing.

Kitkatz: Okay. Think about what you want. Don't be discouraged if you don't get it the first time. I didn't.

Haleh: *Thinks for a moment.* Okay. I know what I want.

Kitkatz: Now flick the wand.

Haleh flicks the wand and some nicely worn jeans and a nice t-shirt appear.

Kitkatz: Wow! You are good!

Haleh: Really?

Kitkatz: Really-really!

Haleh: Okay then, let's make more stuff.

Kitkatz: You just do the same thing. Think of the object and flick your wrist.

Haleh: That's simple enough. What should I make next?

Kitkatz: How 'bout some wedding cake. Mmmmm. Wedding cake.

Haleh thinks for a moment flicks her wrist and there appears a wedding cake.

Kitkatz: That looks sooo good. Let's dig in.

Haleh: Good idea.

Haleh and Kitkatz attack the wedding cake. After a few minutes, all that remains of the wedding cake are some crumbs.

Kitkatz: Whoa. That was a TON of cake. I bet I've gained a few pounds.

Haleh: Oh no! I don't want to gain weight!

Kitkatz: Don't worry. You've got the power now!

Haleh: I can make my self lose weight?

Kitkatz: Sure! How do you think I eat all those donuts and still look like this? *She flaunts her skinny body.*

Haleh: Good point. Okay. I'll try.

Haleh does the whole magic routine. When she's done, she conjures up a mirror.

Haleh: Cool! I really am skinnier! I love this magic stuff! I think I should get my own wand.

Again, the magic thing. A very nice wand, better then Kitkatz's, appears.

Kitkatz: Very good! You're a natural. Now. We're literally almost at Sammie's house. We should wake the others up.

Haleh: Let's get to it.

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There you have it. Part five. Tout fini. Now, I've avoided using anyone, but the nurses for the sole reason that I don't know what Carter's plan should be! Can you guys help me? I really want to write the next part, but I need to do more than just the nurses. Help is always greatly appreciated and I read the fics of nice people. Hint, hint. Nudge, nudge. By the way, if you're wondering, I used those songs because they are SOOO cool! If you get one song, get one of those. I'm going to busy myself now, with all my stuff to do. Really. I do have a life. Kinda. Fine, I admit it. The computer takes up most of my time. But that's okay, right? Of course. Now, I'm going to bid you adieu. Ta-ta and toodles, Sammie.