Chapter Five

To RiverDale and StonehengeTop

They wondered where they were going as Stinker led them deep into uncharted territory.

"How do we know this Stinker is friend of Goondolt's?" Dork asked.

"Well, Goondolt is always hanging around with shady characters. And doesn't seem to be interested in working with Dodgeson, or else he could've handed us over to the Nasties last night." Fiona replied.

"Yeah, but where's he leading us?' Stan asked, while trying to get Will, the mule they brought along to cooperate.

"To RiverDale Master Oh, Gee, to the house of Mr. Weatherbee." Stinker replied.

"Did you hear that, we're going to see Elvis!" Stan said, excitedly.

A while later that day Stinker stopped for moment to catch his breath. He turned around to check on the Hobbiraptors, one had to keep an eye them, or else they could get themselves in big trouble because of their curiosity. They were had their pots and pans out to cook stuff.

"Lady and Gentlemen, we do not stop until nightfall." He told them.

"What about breakfast?" Peepin asked.

"You have already it, five times." Stinker replied.

"But, what about Sixth Breakfast?" Peepin asked, "And what about the twelve days of dinner, supper, brunch, snacking, elevonies, ninties.You know about them, don't you?"

"Don't count on it." Stinker replied.

"Oh, well, can we stop anyway?" Peepin asked.

"Well, let me think, um.no." Stinker said, firmly.

"Ah." Peepin said, hanging his head low.

"Next time, I'm babysitting four Pokemons." Stinker muttered under his breath.

Soon, they came to a bog. The four Hobbiraptors were ready to go around, Stinker walked right on in.

"No wonder they call him 'Stinker'." Dork muttered.

They were attacked by several of the local insects.

"What do they eat, then they can't get us." Dork asked, they struggled to get through the swamp.

This was an unwanted task. There were times where it looked like a pool was shallow, but would turn out that it was a fake bottom, and they would sink right through it. This went on for hours, until Fiona, Dork, Peepin, Stan-Dumb had no idea of what was real or not.

"We shall rest here for the night." Stinker declared when they came to a patch of solid land.

They set up camp, and almost right away, three of the four Hobbiraptors fell asleep.

Fiona was about to go to sleep, when she heard, Stinker, begin to sing a sad song in the language of Jibberish.

"Who is she?" Fiona asked.

"Who?" Stinker asked.

"The woman you sing of."

"She was the Lady Lothien, who gae her love to a mortal man, Durin." He answered.

"What happened?" Fiona asked.

"Melgore happened." He said.

"Who was Melgore?"

"Something even worst than Dodgeson."

"Oh." Fiona exclaimed.

"Get some sleep, Fiona. We have a long trip ahead, and a lot of time for you Hobbiraptors to mess up and nearly get me killed." Stinker told her.

In the evening of the next day, Stinker took them to StonehengeTop, which was a circle of rocks that served as a watch-tower in olden days. Yes, even in the olden days of the olden days.

Meanwhile. In Isengoat. Sorehead took out his Snow-Globe again, to contact Dodgeson.

"What is your desire, Lord Dodgeson: evil ruler of Corporations?"

"Build me an army, worthy of Biosyn." The nostril of Dodgeson replied.

After their conversation, some Computer-Geeks entered the room.

"What are our orders, what does the nose command?" one asked.

Sorehead looked at them and answered: "We have work to do."

Later, outside, the Computer-Geeks were pulling boulders out from the ground.

Sorehead watched their progress with glee.

"Their roots go down deep, my lord." One Computer-Geek said.

"Dig them all up." Sorehead ordered, again.

Goondolt, who had been sitting there, pouting on the rooftop looked over the edge to see what they were doing.

'Oh, no.' He thought, 'They are pulling rocks out of the ground. They will pay, surely.'

Meanwhile, back at the old fortress. Fiona had just woken up from a restless sleep to see her friends had started a campfire.

"What are you doing?" she asked, alarmed.

"We cooked some nice, crispy bacon and Compy-meat." Dork answered.

"We saved some for you, Mrs. Fiona." Stan-Dumb said.

"You idiots, haven't you ever heard of 'The Three on a Match Rule'?" she cried out in exasperation.

"Well, no, yeah?" Dork asked.

"Put it out you morons, put it out!" Fiona yelled, and sprang at the fire, and stomped it out.

Then, they heard a scream in the dark.
They ran to over to the edge to see five Nasties coming their way.

"No!" Fions yelled, and ran towards a nearby staircase.

They stopped at the top, in the circle of stones. All eyes were watching entrances to clearing.

Out of nowhere, seemingly, the first of the Nasties, appeared.

Then, the other four appeared, and stalked towards the Hobbiraptors.

Stan mustered up enough courage to yell: "Back you devils." And then, ran away into a corner, curling himself into a tight ball.

As the Nasties approached, Dork and Peepin felt their courage fade into absolute fear.

As one of the Nasties made a swipe at them, they dodged out of the way, and said, "Fiona's the one you want." while pointing right at her.

One leader of the group approached Fiona, his sword drawn.

Fiona dropped her sword and started to run. She took out the Embryo, and crawled away until she was up against the wall.

The Nasty raised his sword and aimed it at her heart. She activated the Embryo and disappeared.

In the Egg-World, she saw the Nasties as they really are, a bunch of dunder-headed clones.

The leader reached for the Embryo, but Fiona pulled it away.

The Nasty, angered by her defiance (they weren't used to being defied), stabbed her in the shoulder.

She cried out in pain.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Stinker jumped into the fight (if you can call it that), and began fighting the Nasties.

"Mrs. Fiona!" Stan-Dumb called to his employer, and ran over to her.

"Oh, Stan." She said.

Stinker fought off the Nasties with relative ease.

"Stinker." Dork called.

Stinker came to where Fiona laid on the ground.

"Help her, Stinker." Stan pleaded.

"She's been stabbed with by a Malcom-blade." Stinker told them, "This is beyond my skill to heel, she needs Grant-Medicine, fast!"

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the safety of the wood.

"Goondolt!" Fiona called out.

"I have some of my own problems, you fool of a Bagginse!" Goondolt called back from his perch on the roof of Sorehead's tower.

Meanwhile, down in the pits of Isengoat. Sorehead watched progress of his horrifying creations: The Critics!

The first one was about hatch from its cocoon. The Computer-Geeks assisted it. When it did, they surprise with the sight of the most ugly creature they had ever seen: Roger Ebert!

He grabbed the necks of one of the nearby 'Geeks, and killed him.

Back on the top of the tower, Goondolt had captured the weirdest- looking moth ever, and gave him instructions to go find a great big bird, one of the things moths usually avoid, and set it free.

Fiona gasped as the wound getting worst.

"Mrs. Fiona?" Stan asked, he put his hand on her forehead, "She's going cold!"

"Is she going to die?" Peepin asked, almost in tears.

"She is passing into the Chaos-World, she will soon be a Chaostician, wearing punk-clothes, and start talking like Jeff Goldblum." Stinker replied.

Suddenly, lightning strikes and the whole audience gasps.

"There is only one way to slow the infection, "Queen-soil", the pipeweed." Stinker added.

Stinker and Stan-Dumb begin their search for the weed. Stinker was the first one to find it. He stooped over it, and began to cut some off.

Someone came up behind him and held a sword to his throat.

"Hey! What's this, uh-huh. A ranger-guy caught by surprise, thank you, thank you very much, uh-huh!"

Fiona was passing out again when she saw a glimmering light. It was a woman, dressed as Elvis, riding a horse.

"Fiona." She called, "I'm here to help, ya! Uh-huh! You can thank me, thank me very much later, uh-huh! Now listen, I'm just a poor, little Hawaiian gal, uh-huh! Now, listen, and follow the stagelights! Uh-huh!"

Fiona passed out again. This was too much to take, first pain, than an Elvish, Elvis impersonator.

"She will not last if we don't get her to your Father, Arnyn Morningstar." Stinker said, coming to beside her.

"Then, we better be movin', uh-huh." Arnyn replied.

"Can you just talk like a normal person, just for once?" Stinker asked.

"No can do, Stinky, I have rhythm, and I gotta keep it. Yes!" Arnyn answered.

Stinker knew she was a hopeless case. He carried Fiona over to the horse Arnyn had brought along. He began to get on after having safely secured Fiona on the saddle.

"Hey! I'm a fasta rider than, sweetcheeks." Arnyn said, "I can get 'er to RiverDale faster that you can."

"No. The road is too dangerous. You stay here with the Hobbiraptors. I need a break from them." Stinker said.

"Uh-uh. You ain't leavin' me to babysit some little Hoboraptors, I've got some Elvis impersonatin' to do, uh-huh!" she replied.

"Okay, okay." Stinker said.

With that, Arnyn jumped on the horse, and road off into the night.

"What are you doing, those Wrathses are there?" Stan-Dumb shouted.

By morning, Arnyn and Fiona were halfway to RiverDale. They were currently going through a clump of trees. Arnyn looked to the left, then to the right. There were Genetic-Wraths on both sides.

When they were past the tree line, she could see that all of them were chasing her.

They were reaching for Fiona, but Arnyn prodded the horse to go faster. Soon, they were at the ford of RiverDale. There, Arnyn pulled out her sword and faced the Nasties.

"Give up the Halfraptorling. She-Elvis Impersonator." The Lead Wrath stated.

"If you want 'er, come on. Uh-huh!" she declared.

The nine Nasties pulled out there and said: "All for one, and none for all!"

They began to cross the ford. Arnyn began chanting in Jibberish, and a tidal wave washed the Nasties away.

"Uh-huh. That'll teach them!" Arnyn said, happily.

Just then, Fiona passed out, AGAIN.

TO BE CONTINUES.RUN AWAY!!!! ITS NOT SAFE!