A/N: I'M BAAAAACK!!! Aren't you just plain excited for the next fun-filled adventure Baboon and Gazelle get into? YAY! Please visit "http://wakeup.to/bigbear" for even MORE strange kookiness! Trust me, you WANT to go there. If you don't go, I will send the insane purple cows after you! MWAHAHA! Remember to sign the GUESTBOOK!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Giver or anyone in it (thank goodness), and I don't own Princess Peach, but if I did, I'd let her rot and die in burning hell. My friend, Nayru, and I, however, DO own Monkey Chill, Chilly, Monkey of Chill, and everything on the land of Monkey Chill. And I, of course, own this plot, and the Sock Dance (by the way, if you ever have the urge to sing the Sock Dance song, it's in the tune of Wild Thing). No stealing is necessary. Everyone should come up with their own ideas! ^_^

Baboon carried Gazelle, as they followed Chilly to the Monkey Chill General Store. As they walked inside, they found four big screen TVs, with varieties of different colored couches in front of each one.

"Is this Animal Planet? Ooh, I LOVE Animal Planet!" Baboon yelped, as he plopped down on the brown fur-covered couch in front of one of the screens.

Everyone turned and stared at Baboon. Then they all burst out laughing. "No, no, silly! This is the first Monkey Chill movie!" Chilly exclaimed, as if Baboon were an idiot. Wait, he is one, nevermind. . .

"Ooh!" Gazelle cooed, as he wriggled out of Baboon's grasp, and ran over to a second TV.

"Ah, Gazelle, you're very smart. I think you'll like the R News broadcast here. . ."

A big "R" popped up on the screen, then faded away. Then, a big, green monkey, with a stern look on his face, appeared on the screen.

"Welcome to R News," she grunted. "I'm Monkey of Chill. Today, two strange creatures have appeared in out land." A picture of Baboon falling off his sled, with Gazelle pointing and laughing at him, appeared in the corner of the screen.

"Woo, it's dynamite!" Monkey of Chill commented. "I wonder how that one falling off the sled, Baboon, will EVER survive here, in this climate. The little one, Gazelle, looks quite smart. I'm sure he'll learn to fit in, here," Monkey of Chill remarked.

"Lookie! You're famous! Every monkey in the land must've seen this!" Chilly cheered, pumping his arm in the air.

"Baboon, get over here, quickly!" she called.

Baboon didn't even look up. "Not now! I'm watching that big bunny fall on your head!" Baboon wailed.

"Oh, you can see that any time, but you're on R News!" Chilly yelled, grabbing Baboon's arm and dragging him over to the next TV.

"Oh, no!" Baboon, screeched.

"What's the problem? You're FAMOUS!" Chilly reminded him, annoyed.

"My hairs a mess in that picture! I look like a bed-head," he whined.

Chilly rolled his eyes. "Give me a BREAK!"

"Gimme a break, gimme a break, break me off a piece of that KIT-KAT BAR!" Baboon sang, loudly.

"Now, THAT'S the spirit!" Chilly grinned, joining Baboon in the song.

"Lookie!" Gazelle squealed, as he ran over to the third screen, pointing his tiny finger at it.

"Ah, Gazelle. You've found Monkey Chill the Zequel! Marvelous! Ha, look at Monkey of Chill and I talk about guilds. . . don't you love the background music?" Chilly asked, his eyes beginning to glaze over like a doughnut.

Gazelle started jumping up and down, screaming and clapping. "No, Gazelle, stop! They're brainwashing you!" Baboon wailed.

Gazelle stopped jumping up and down, glared menacingly at Baboon, and stuck his tongue out. Baboon was shocked. Never has Gazelle done this before!

Chilly rested an elbow on Baboon's shoulder. "Baboon, you need to relax. Just chill with the monkeys. If you want to fit in, you have to face the consequences. We don't brainwash, as you say. We simply show you around, and your mind will change to fit this world. Gazelle is young, so he will adjust easily. You, however, are a stubborn little cow. And---"

"Hi, everybody!" Chilly slowly looks up from talking to Baboon. His eyes see a pair of pink shoes, about 50 layers of puffiness under a pink dress, long, blonde hair, an ugly-as-hell brute face, it can be no other than. . .

"PRINCESS PEACH?!" Chilly yelped, as he scrambles behind Baboon.

"Like, take a chill pill!" Peach whined, in her outrageously irritating high-pitched voice. "Like, this is so totally awesome! This place like totally rocks my socks!"

Everyone gasped. "She. . . said the. . . words. . ." Chilly managed to choke out.

Suddenly, a door opened in the back of the store. Ten pairs of socks came marching out.

"Hut, two, three, four! Hut, two, three, four!" the leader of the socks said. The different colored pairs of socks were all whispering to eachother. The leader has no matching sock.

"STOP!" All the socks had stopped talking, and turned toward their leader. "It's time to do the Sock Dance!" the leader said. The socks all started cheering.

The leader took out a stick out of nowhere, and started conducting the other socks.

"Oooooh! Sock Dance! We're doing the Sock Dance, oh yeah!" they sang. All the socks except for the leader turned to their match and started doing the disco.

They all stopped dancing, and sang "oooh" for backup. One small pink sock took the spotlight. "I remember, when we last got together, and did. . ." They all turned to their partners again, but did the mashed potatoes, this time.

"THE SOCK DANCE! Everybody do the Sock Dance, oh yeah! Sock Dance! Sock Daaaaaance!" they finished. Everybody in the General Store began to clap. The socks got standing ovation as they bowed.

"Wonderful! Marvelous job!" Chilly complimented.

"Ooh! They're soooo cute!" Peach cooed. Everyone became silent, including the socks.

All the socks turned to Peach and glared at her. The leader cleared his throat. "What, exactly, did you call us?" he asked, positive his ears must've heard something wrong.

"I said you're sooooo cute! I wish I had cute socks like you! Wait, I do!" she squealed, pointing to her own white socks.

"You. . . little. . . BULLHEAD!" the leader roared, as all eleven socks charged for Princess Peach.

"Ahh! Like oh my gosh! Like, stop it! Peach is, like, the best! Nooo!" she wailed, as a few layers of her dress got torn off.

"Noo! Stop pouring water on my hair! Now I'm going to have to take a shower, damnit! Ahh! My hair is, like, ruined forever! Heeeeelp!" she screeched, waving her arms in a pathetic attempt to knock the socks off.

"Eww, now I'm all like, smelly! Like, so unfaaaaaair!" she whined, as the socks ripped masses of hair out of her puny little head.

Chilly couldn't help but laugh. Gazelle was already rolling on the floor, giggling his head off. Baboon was trying to protect Peach.

"Ooh, SOMEONE has a little crush!" Chilly remarked, pointing and laughing at Baboon's sad attempt and rescuing Peach from the attacking socks.

"I do not!" Baboon denied, his face turning bright red.

"Come on, we have more important things to do. But we'll be back, you SOCK- WEARER!" Of course, to socks, sock-wearer is pretty much a curse word. And with that, the band of socks marched off.

Peach grabbed Baboon and kissed him numerous times on the lips, and Baboon kissed her back. "You're my hero. . ." she sighed.

"I thought Mario was your hero," Chilly pointed out.

"Oh, no, Baboon is a MUCH better kisser. . ." she drooled. Both Peach and Baboon's eyes went twilight zone.

"How would you know? Baboon is the first one who's ever actually responded to your kisses," Chilly reminded her. She ignored him. Gazelle was pounding Baboon on the leg, to get his attention. No such luck. The fish-lips video game character and the goody-two-shoes kid were in a deep, pathetic version of love.

A/N: Yo! How'd you like this chapter! Sorry it took so long to get this up; I wasn't sure if I was going to continue this or not. This chapter was almost as much fun as writing the first chapter in English class! We had to write another ending, so I wrote something similar to the first chapter, and turned it in. The second chapter isn't for school, though, it's for the sake the people who actually read this (you guys RULE!) and for my pleasure. Whee! Please tell me if you want this to end here or go on. . . Thanks!

-Flameboy-