All *Stand a few feet away from tree looking up at Rumor.*
Rumor: Uh, hiya, I'd wave, but I'm afraid I might find an unexpected and unwelcome way to the ground.
Shortie: What's the deal with the broom anyway? I just shimmered into the story.
Rumor: Well, my mom is the Wicked Witch of the West.
Dreamer: Groan!
Rumor: Wherever bad Wizard of Oz jokes are told, I'm there to stamp them out. It's my superpower, JP said so.
Rhys: Why does she get a superpower, I want a superpower too.
JP *Scratches head, thinking of some B.S. superpower she can grant, only having bestowed the superpower on Rumor for her entrance.*: Okay, I give you the power to write amazing fan fiction with really long chapters.
Rhys: Cool!
Shortie: But she…*Is unable to finish as JP elbows her in the ribs.*
Rumor: Um..tree, remember the girl in the tree?
Kid Blink: Hey, bummer's we gots work to do.
*Rhys, Dreamer and Shortie fill Rumor in on the plan as JP grabs a few muscled newsies to help with the ladder to free the impatient growing Rumor from her tree.*
Rumor *Pulling leaves and sticks from her hair of many colors while Race and Spot follow with all her slumber party gear.*: So, who's next on the list?
JP: Sparker, could be a toughy too, she's on a bus trip with a rogue driver.
Shortie: I remember hearing something about the bus driver from hell a couple of times.
Dreamer: *Light bulb appears over head* Wait, Rumor, let me borrow your broom, I'll take care of Sparker.
Rumor: Borrow my broom? *Looks very skeptically at Dreamer*: Do you have a license?
Dreamer: According to all men, with the exception of the gay ones, all women are witches, so yes I have a license; give me the broom, please.
Rumor *Rolling her eyes in total agreement, reluctantly hands over the broom of the Wicked Witch of the West.*: Be careful, Mom's still making payments on it.
Dreamer *Hops on broom and rides off into the Eastern night sky.*
Rhys: Where'd she learn to ride a broom like that anyway?
JP: Harry Potter.
Spot: Harry Potter, I know him, meanest newsie in all of Queens.
Pie Eater: Yea, you ever see him soak a scabber?
Boots: Gives the meanest looks I've ever seen. Almost as scary as that guy in Brooklyn.
Spot *Puffing out chest*: I's resemble that remark.
Rhys *Shaking head and rolling eyes*: Okay, so who's next?
JP: Well, as long as we're outside, let's go play in the sandbox.
Shortie: The sandbox?
JP: Yes, we need Bumlets and the sandbox.
Bumlets *Grumbling a bit makes way to the front of the group.*
JP *Taking the lid off the sandbox, causing it to increase to the size of a small beach, complete with palm trees and a puddle which doubles as a lake for our purposes.*: We're going to bury him in the sand.
Rumor: Why exactly are we going to bury him in the sand?
JP: Because, Atlantic lives in Saudi, you know, big sandbox? Play, bury, have fun…
*Meanwhile, Dreamer is catching up to Sparker's bus, drawing a new map along the way.*
Shortie *Grabs Mush and drags him to far corner of the beach to build a mondo sand castle.*
Rhys *Shovel in hand begins to throw sand on a skeptical looking Bumlets*: Have a little faith, I share JP's brain. If she says this is…
Voice from behind palm tree: Nobody buries Bumlets in the sand but me.
Rhys *Smiling*: Told you so.
Atlantic *Steps out from the shadows, pillow under one arm, a teddy bear under the other.*: Excuse me, narrator, it's a Bumlet's Bear.
Jack, Spot, Blink, Davey *Pointing at Bumlets and laughing.*
Rumor: Well, that was easy enough. Who's next?
Before JP is able to answer, Dreamer makes a perfect 3-point (well, 2, she doesn't have 3 feet) landing in the middle of the giant castle Shortie and Mush were building.
Shortie: Hey, watch where you're landing that thing, you almost crushed my Mushy.
Rhys: So, that's where she was, in the back corner of the beach, hiding behind a castle the size of The World Building, smooching with her lover-boy.
Mush *Blushing, kicking sand back and forth between his feet, face covered in shimmery pink lipstick prints.*
Dreamer *To Shortie and Mush*: Sorry, I misjudged the landing a bit.
JP: So, how'd it go, did you deliver the…um…item?
Dreamer: Yup, Sparker's bus has been rerouted, she should be here soon.
Atlantic: And just how does one reroute a school bus?
Rumor *Hides markers and paper behind her back*: I dunno.
JP *Fighting smiling by biting lips into thin line*: Dreamer, dear, you made it back just in time. We need your slippers again!
Rhys *Grabbing Spot by the upper arm as he tries to flee*: And just where do you think you're going?
Spot: But how did you know what she was thinking?
Rhys: I always know what she's thinking.
Hey howdy hey, that's me I'm on a yo-yo. Air heads to anyone who can tell me what movie that line is from without cheating!! So, anyway, I am once again here to apologize for the delay between updates. Bad toad! And to do everyone's favorite part of the fic—the shoutouts!! Oh and if you're awaiting your arrival to the party, please have patience, I'm trying to make each one "special" to the attendee.
Rumor: Woo, hoo, I finally managed a long review outta you!! I've heard rumors about them, but never seen one of my very own. I'm glad the WoO humor didn't put you off! You must thank your mom for the use of her broom.
Studentnumber24601 (B would have been so much simpler): Welcome to my little corner of insanity! I don't think I'll ever be able to read the story, the boys are just too restless and in need of Ritalin. I'm working you in, I'm just not sure how yet. Inspiration has taken a road trip and left me home with the kids. Thanks for stopping by, hope to have you around for future chapters. Oh, and I believe it's perfectly acceptable for a review to have a PS—my daughter is doing much better, thanks.
Dreamer: Looky you!! That is one huge honking review you left—yippie! Hope you enjoy future chapters as well. I'm not sure why you're Phoebe, just a random thing I suppose. Rhys should have been Phoebe, you should have been Paige, I goofed—fic error #1. Oh and by the way, you're my favorite grammar snob! =)
Atlantic: I hope the move was a good one. The recent bombings have really had you on my mind lately. My thoughts are with you and your family! Ha, welcome to the fic, you finally made it—sorry if it sounds a bit stereotypical, but I wanted to add a bit of a personal touch and it seems there's a lot of sand where you are. If not, I totally apologize and will rewrite it so it works. I was thinking of seeing if Polly could swim—flushing her down the toilet seems really cool. Anyway..,here's more!
Falco Conlon: Every time I see your name, I start singing "Rock me Amadeus". You'll enter next chapter. It would have been this chapter, but, well, it just wasn't. Spot's fighting the whole thing, we've had to sedate him in order to suit him up again. He likes the slippers, but hates the robe.
Sparker: Next chapter, I promise—how many times have I said this? Dreamer took care of things and you should be here drooling over the boys soon. Oh and no hitting the author!
Polecat: Welcome and thanks for the wonderful insanity you have brought to the review board! Way cool! I love the sugar-induced comments; they rock my world or something. Tell Spot!Muse to lighten up a little, stress causes heart attacks.
Ireland O'Reily: I know you're not here yet, sorry. *sigh* I have been planning to update this for weeks and have everyone in and out by now, but well, that whole best laid plans thing comes into effect. I'm trying to confuse you by talking in circles, is it working? Hang in there!
Arlene: Missed you, girl! Glad to see you made it back and updated. Wow, are you sneaky about updating! Sadly TV theme songs is over, but I have this and my other chaptered fic to work on and the book I've been neglecting for ages. Won't prod, you? Ha, I'd be disappointed if you didn't. Enjoy!
Kaylee: You and your Raider's jersey should be landing in the fic soon. What was Shortie supposed to do? He insulted her. Hehe!
SparkHiggins: Welcome, come on in, sit down and make yourself comfortable in the big overstuffed chair. Oh, you could have reviewed every chapter if you wanted I love reviews! That's never annoying, never, never! Anyway, I'm glad you've enjoyed it thus far, hope you will the rest.
Added disclaimer: I do not own anyone but JP and the little girl. Special thanks to all who have sent profiles and make appearances in this strange little project of mine.
Now, go, review. You know, they say reviewing is a good way to ward off writer's block?!?! Do you suffer? Have you ever? Reviewing can either cure or prevent future outbreaks. Ha!
Hope you enjoyed—JP.