Chapter 4
Billy had called down the ravine to Bobby, who said he fell in a river. "No permanent damage," said Sheila cheerfully. With Moneybags in his locked in his room, Sheila and I climbed the ladder and walked inside. It was midnight. Our eyelids begged to close. Mine finally did on a chaise longue. * * * I woke up at eight twenty. Bianca was still asleep on a lounger. Sheila was also sleeping on the sofa opposite from mine. Hunter, alternatively, was wide-awake playing video games on Moneybags' big-screen television. "Dang it, I almost beat Band Land! Oh, hi Spyro," he said, turning away from his game of Rayman. He was much better than I was at it. I could hardly get past the Pink Plant Woods! "How long have you been up?" I asked. "Five thirty," said Hunter unceremoniously. "What!?" I asked in a hoarse whisper so I wouldn't wake anybody else up. "I woke up at five thirty," said Hunter dully. "Why?" I said to him. "Do you think that I can control when my eyes open?" asked Hunter. "Yes," I replied. Hunter rolled his eyes and continued to play. At eight forty, Bianca's eyelids fluttered open. She seemed just as enthusiastic as Hunter about Rayman. Sheila finally woke up at nine fifteen. "I had the strangest dream. I hiked up a trail the led to the top of a sand dune with a few people that had Lightsabers," said Sheila. "How peculiar," said Bianca in a British accent. Anyone could tell she was trying to be funny, but Holmes was losing contact. "YES! I DID IT!" screamed Hunter. "What?" asked Bianca, her accent disappearing. "I BEAT BAND LAND!" yelled Hunter again. "No! Save the gems!" said Moneybags, still locked in his room. "I think you woke him up, Hunter," said Sheila. "Well, he'll have to come out to get breakfast, right?" said Hunter, a menacing grin spreading across his face. I knew what he was thinking. When Moneybags popped his ugly head out that door, Hunter was going to scare him half to death. But I still wondered about one thing. Why hadn't Moneybags been afraid of me? I mean, after I beat the Sorceress, I kicked his butt, too. Maybe I gave him a bump on the head that made him for stupid and selfish than he already was. Well, I guess that just gives us more authority to make him cry. * * * After an uneventful morning of nothing but Rayman and Gran Turismo, I needed some action. Sure there was action when Hunter took a jump off of my '96 GTO Twin Turbo with his Eclipse, but I got my revenge when I slammed him into the left wall of High Speed Ring, which made him spin out of control. From then on, Hunter took every chance he could get to ram my car off of the track. At ten o'clock, Moneybags emerged from his room. Hunter flashed an evil smile at him. Moneybags began to sweat. He grabbed a box of donuts and ran into his room. It was getting a little bit boring inside, so Hunter, Bianca, Sheila and I walked out of the door and into the woods. It was a breezy day, and I saw a lot of the dragons that I had rescued three years ago. I walked up to one named Cosmos. "Hi, Cosmos," I said to him. Cosmos's eyes grew wide. "Spyro? I haven't seen you since you rescued me in Magic Crafters! Funny that our paths crossed, eh?" he said excitedly. "Yeah," I replied. "Listen, I'm stopping by the café in Metropolis at four o'clock. Would you and your friends like to come with me?" said Cosmos, smiling. "Sure," I said, smiling back. "Great. I'll see you there," said Cosmos. He then stretched out his wings and started to fly. I haven't learned to fly yet, which really sucks. I walked back to Hunter, Bianca, and Sheila. Everybody liked the idea, so it was decided: we were going to Metropolis.
Billy had called down the ravine to Bobby, who said he fell in a river. "No permanent damage," said Sheila cheerfully. With Moneybags in his locked in his room, Sheila and I climbed the ladder and walked inside. It was midnight. Our eyelids begged to close. Mine finally did on a chaise longue. * * * I woke up at eight twenty. Bianca was still asleep on a lounger. Sheila was also sleeping on the sofa opposite from mine. Hunter, alternatively, was wide-awake playing video games on Moneybags' big-screen television. "Dang it, I almost beat Band Land! Oh, hi Spyro," he said, turning away from his game of Rayman. He was much better than I was at it. I could hardly get past the Pink Plant Woods! "How long have you been up?" I asked. "Five thirty," said Hunter unceremoniously. "What!?" I asked in a hoarse whisper so I wouldn't wake anybody else up. "I woke up at five thirty," said Hunter dully. "Why?" I said to him. "Do you think that I can control when my eyes open?" asked Hunter. "Yes," I replied. Hunter rolled his eyes and continued to play. At eight forty, Bianca's eyelids fluttered open. She seemed just as enthusiastic as Hunter about Rayman. Sheila finally woke up at nine fifteen. "I had the strangest dream. I hiked up a trail the led to the top of a sand dune with a few people that had Lightsabers," said Sheila. "How peculiar," said Bianca in a British accent. Anyone could tell she was trying to be funny, but Holmes was losing contact. "YES! I DID IT!" screamed Hunter. "What?" asked Bianca, her accent disappearing. "I BEAT BAND LAND!" yelled Hunter again. "No! Save the gems!" said Moneybags, still locked in his room. "I think you woke him up, Hunter," said Sheila. "Well, he'll have to come out to get breakfast, right?" said Hunter, a menacing grin spreading across his face. I knew what he was thinking. When Moneybags popped his ugly head out that door, Hunter was going to scare him half to death. But I still wondered about one thing. Why hadn't Moneybags been afraid of me? I mean, after I beat the Sorceress, I kicked his butt, too. Maybe I gave him a bump on the head that made him for stupid and selfish than he already was. Well, I guess that just gives us more authority to make him cry. * * * After an uneventful morning of nothing but Rayman and Gran Turismo, I needed some action. Sure there was action when Hunter took a jump off of my '96 GTO Twin Turbo with his Eclipse, but I got my revenge when I slammed him into the left wall of High Speed Ring, which made him spin out of control. From then on, Hunter took every chance he could get to ram my car off of the track. At ten o'clock, Moneybags emerged from his room. Hunter flashed an evil smile at him. Moneybags began to sweat. He grabbed a box of donuts and ran into his room. It was getting a little bit boring inside, so Hunter, Bianca, Sheila and I walked out of the door and into the woods. It was a breezy day, and I saw a lot of the dragons that I had rescued three years ago. I walked up to one named Cosmos. "Hi, Cosmos," I said to him. Cosmos's eyes grew wide. "Spyro? I haven't seen you since you rescued me in Magic Crafters! Funny that our paths crossed, eh?" he said excitedly. "Yeah," I replied. "Listen, I'm stopping by the café in Metropolis at four o'clock. Would you and your friends like to come with me?" said Cosmos, smiling. "Sure," I said, smiling back. "Great. I'll see you there," said Cosmos. He then stretched out his wings and started to fly. I haven't learned to fly yet, which really sucks. I walked back to Hunter, Bianca, and Sheila. Everybody liked the idea, so it was decided: we were going to Metropolis.