SC: Aha! There you are. I've been looking for you. See? Another new
chappie! Sorry it took so long to get Chapter 3 up; I wrote it in about an
hour and a half, but I was out of town for a week, and I'm only on during
the weekends anyway.
AAAH! NEW HARRY POTTER BOOK OUT TODAY! *writhes with excitement* I preordered it, too.
Pokemon: GET ON WITH IT!!!
SC: Fine! *storms out of the room, slams door, and begins typing*
Chapter 4 - Travels Abroad
It was late at night, or early in the morning, however you want to look at it. The stars were bright, many-faceted jewels against the inky black sky. A light mist was hanging delicately in the air, and a gentle breeze chilled their surroundings as Allie flew on Stormfront's back.
The two of them had been traveling for a while now, passing over the vast lands of Hoenn. They flew from Allie's secret base in a mountain forest, over the fiery peak of Mount Chimney, across the bone-dry Sandstorm Desert, and past a small meadow where it was raining. The rain followed them as they came to another forest, southwest of Fortree City, although it was much larger than the forest by the mountains. Stormfront landed softly alongside a river which ran through the forest, and Allie hopped off of his back to get a drink.
"We should rest here for a while," Allie said to Stormfront, who had taken cover from the rain under a small tree. "We're nearing the ocean, and there are no stops until we get across."
"Right," Stormfront huffed, slightly annoyed by having to fly first through the rain, then over an entire ocean. Oh, how he despised the water. Stormfront's feelings must have shown on his face, for Allie grinned and stuck her hand in the water.
"What's the matter Stormfront, don't you like water?" she taunted playfully, bringing her hand out of the river and splashing some water on her friend.
"Hey!" he shouted, dodging the wisps of water. "I thought we were supposed to be resting."
"We are," said Allie, sighing a little and feeling a bit disappointed. "Let's not waste any more valued rest time." Stormfront agreed, and together they rested for approximately thirty minutes. After that, Allie signaled that it was time to get moving, so once again Stormfront flew through the rain.
Much to Stormfront's pleasure, the rain lightened as they got closer to Lilycove City. They were only a few miles away from the seaside metropolis, and the subtle fragrance of the salty ocean breeze lifted their spirits as they flew.
"We're almost there," Allie said to her Pokemon as the wind speed picked up. "This wind is coming across the ocean, and it's a strong breeze at that, so we've got to be close."
"Look! There's the Poke-Mart Super Center!" Stormfront cried, pointing to a skyscraper on the horizon.
"Fly towards it, Stormfront," Allie said, leaning forward on his back. "I know of a place we can stop nearby, and it is absolutely freezing out here!"
"Right," Stormfront replied, and sped up. Soon they were directly above the heart of the city, and the city's lights reflected into their eyes.
"Land here," Allie said as they were over the Pokemon Center, and Stormfront swooped towards the building. A sudden, backward tug on his horns made him rear up and out of his flight pattern, and he turned back to look at his trainer.
"What was that for?" he said roughly, massaging his head.
"Not the Pokemon Center, there! That small hotel across the street," Allie whispered and pointed to a run-down building.
"You should have said that in the first place!" Stormfront growled, then downward he spiraled through the night air. He landed with a soft thud, not wanting to wake the townspeople from their sleep.
"Alright," Allie said sternly, getting off Stormfront's back. "Try to keep a straight face when we're in there. I know the guy who runs this inn, and he doesn't ask too many questions as long as you don't look suspicious. Think you can handle it?"
Stormfront nodded quickly, and followed his master up to the door. An old sign hung loosely above the entrance, and in peeling green letters he read, " COVE LILY MOTEL. Remember us as Cove Lily of Lilycove." Allie stepped cautiously up to the door, and then rhythmically knocked seven times, as if performing a secret code.
Shortly thereafter the sounds of rustling feet met their ears from behind the door, followed by the melodic ringing of a set of keys. There was a loud click as the door opened, and Stormfront's eyes fell upon those of the man who must be the innkeeper.
The man wasn't the best-looking one you've seen: his black hair was matted and streaked with gray, to match his short mustache and beard. He wasn't very tall, only slightly shorter than Allie and close to a foot less than Stormfront. His arms and legs, however, looked like they had once been thick with muscle, but now they were full of flab. He looked a lot like a sailor gone to seed, and there was definitely some extra weight that wasn't there in his youth. The man's eyes were black, with a light haze over them, like he had just woken up.
"Sorry Petey," Allie said with a slight smile. "We didn't mean to wake you up."
"Who're you?" Petey asked, squinting through the dark, trying to recognize the face of the girl before him. "Ah!" he exclaimed, and brought his hand down on her shoulder. "Allie! It's been a long time since ah've seen ya'." He spoke with an overly southern accent, and in a rather loud voice. "Come in! Come in!" he hollered, and pulled Allie in by the shoulder, Stormfront following along hesitantly.
"Sit down! Sit down!" Petey cried, and more or less shoved down onto a raggedy couch. "By golly, I didn' expect to see you this early, or even at all! What brings ya' down to my 'umble establishment at this hour?"
"Well, gee, I guess it's because." Allie trailed off, thinking of a liable excuse for being this early.
"I thought you said this guy didn't ask questions," Stormfront whispered through clenched teeth.
"He doesn't," Allie muttered back. "Just watch."
"Leapin' Linoones! Y'all two are actin' like a bunch o' Whismurs o'er there! Whatchya' whisperin' 'bout?" Petey cried through a lot of accent.
"Oh! Well, my trusty Charizard, Stormfront, is just telling me that he's hungry. That's why we're here, actually; we're traveling to Mossdeep City, and we needed to get something to eat before we crossed the ocean," Allie lied quickly.
"Well why didn' y'all say that in the first place? I'll whip up a batch o' me best stew! Follow me to the kitchen!" he yelled, and literally dragged Allie off of the couch and through a set of swinging double doors.
"Sit here," he huffed, a bit tired from pulling Allie along, and pointed to a small wooden table. She sat, and motioned for Stormfront to join her.
"Now, do ya' have any other Pokemon with ya'? 'Cause if ya' do, ah'll make some stew fer them too."
"Uh, nope! Just me and my Charizard." Allie said, putting on a fake grin.
"Alright. Now, let's see, that'll be the super-duper stew for two." Petey said, but suddenly he cut off. "Great horny Politoeds! I left the TV on in my room! Y'all folks just hang on a minute; I'll be right back." He dashed off through the swinging doors. The sound of footsteps could be heard traveling up a flight of stairs.
"Alright," Allie said once he was gone, "time for phase two."
"What do you mean 'phase two?'" Stormfront said, but Allie only held up her finger and got up from the table.
"Just wait. I'll show you. Phase one was getting into the kitchen," Allie added, heading behind the counter and grabbing a crate of food. She brought it back to the table and set it down.
"Now help me open it," Allie instructed, and Stormfront used a minute Flamethrower along the edge of the wooden crate, burning off the protective seal. Allie pried up the edge and found that the crate was full of delicious fruits. Apples, bananas, and watermelons just to name a few.
"Okay. And now, the main event!" Allie cried, and pulled a Pokeball out of her backpack. One by one she let all fourteen Pokemon out, until the room they were in looked less like a kitchen and more like a zoo.
Several of the Pokemon were half asleep, barely able to keep awake. Layla and Lanturn actually were asleep, snoozing softly on the floor. Suicune, Typhlosion, Halsemon, and Megan managed to stay wide-awake, as if they were expecting something to happen.
"Where are we?" Megan asked, glaring at the small kitchen they were in. " And why does it smell like salt in here?"
"Because we're at the beach. We're in a motel in Lilycove City, and I sneaked you in so we could get a bite to eat." Allie showed off the box of fruit. She picked up an apple and tossed it to Megan, who stood up on his back legs and caught it between his paws. "Eat up; this is our breakfast and we still have a long way to go."
Gradually, all of the Pokemon woke up and ate, wolfing down the fruit. Stormfront approached Allie and asked through a bite of banana, "Why hasn't Petey come down? It doesn't take that long to turn off a TV."
"No, it doesn't. But Petey is a TV addict. He can't leave the room if there's one on. He just loves his sports, and that's how I knew we'd be able to do this," Allie replied, waving her arm at the feeding frenzy behind her. "Alright!" she called to the room. "Enough eating! We've got to get going, so grab a spare apple if you think you'll want something later." The Pokemon shuffled about, finishing the last of their fruit and moving over towards Allie.
"Okay, back to your Pokeballs. We still have a ways to go, but I'll let you out as soon as we get there," Allie said, pulling out a Pokeball from her bag. "Who wants more sleep?" she called, holding the Pokeball up. A few of the Pokemon nodded slowly, their fatigue catching up with them. Allie removed all of the Pokeballs from her bag and started returning her Pokemon to them.
Once they were all inside, Allie led Stormfront into the main room where they had been earlier. They crept towards the front door, and opened it slowly. It creaked loudly, and Petey's voice met them from upstairs.
"Get that sucker! Don't let him tackle you like that! Put it in the net!" he hollered without noticing the creak.
"What sport does he watch? Football or soccer?" Stormfront asked.
"Neither. He watches professional fishing," Allie said grinning.
"Oh," said Stormfront stiffly, trying not to laugh. The two of them went outside, closing the door quietly behind them.
"Let's go," Allie said, and got on Stormfront's back. Stormfront flapped his wings and took off, leaving the quaint city behind them and flying towards the open sea in front them.
~*~*~
It had been over an hour since Allie and Stormfront had left the Cove Lily Motel, and they were now far out above the sea. Except for a few rocks and sandbars, there was no land within sight. Time passed as they flew, and before long the sun peaked out over the horizon, turning the sea and sky an orange-pink. Since they were flying east, into the sun, Allie whipped out a pair of Blackglasses for Stormfront to wear so he could see where he was going.
By the time the sun was completely up, the airborne duo had just reached Mossdeep City. Stormfront was exhausted from the long flight, and was supremely grateful when Allie told him that this was their stop. His landing was more like a crash, and Allie rolled off his back in shock.
"Watch it!" she cried, rubbing her back. "Oh!" Allie exclaimed when she saw Stormfront panting heavily beside her. "Are you okay? Speak to me, buddy!"
"I'm okay," Stormfront heaved, clutching his side. "Just don't make me fly that far ever again."
"Don't worry, I won't. From now on, I'll use Halsemon for long distance flights," said Allie cheerfully. " Besides, Pidgeots like her can fly faster than you. Anyway, we're not flying anymore, so it doesn't matter as of yet."
"Now where are we going?" Stormfront asked, puzzled.
"To meet up with a friend," Allie replied, and turned towards the heart of the city.
The young trainer led her faithful Pokemon through the bustling crowds of townspeople to a dirt road on the outskirts of the city. This road seemed seldom used: bushes hung over the path's edges, and grasses of varied species dotted the road over hills. A wrought iron archway signified the path's beginning with a fancy letter "E." Wound around the "e" was the fierce image of a raging Aerodactyl.
"Is this the place?" Stormfront inquired.
"You bet," Allie said with a grin.
They walked along the quiet road, admiring the serene grace of the birds and butterflies around them. At the peak of a hill, Allie and Stormfront spotted a huge redwood tree that had to be at least five hundred years old.
"This is it," Allie said, and pointed to a small emblem carved on the tree's thick trunk. It was the same letter and Aerodactyl that had been on the gateway before. Allie approached it, and muttered a short password, that was obviously in another language:
"Les papillions embrassent les fleurs sous le soleil d'ete."
There was a short click, followed by a whirring noise that came from the emblem. A rush of cold air blew past them as a piece of the trunk gave way to a wide door. The door opened, revealing a room filled with gadgets and gizmos the likes of which you've never seen. Enthralled with excitement, Stormfront turned anxiously to his owner and asked, "What now?"
"Now," Allie replied, grinning, "we get down to business."
The two of them entered the futuristic room, and the door closed tightly behind them.
~*~*~
SC: Now, we're here! Inside the dwelling of a guy who runs an espionage! Now how many of you out there can say that they've ever done that?
Stormfront: Oooh! I can!
SC: I was talking to the readers, not you.
Stormfront: -_-'
Megan: Why did you use French anyway? It's so boring!
SC: Because (A) it's not boring and (B) I'm learning it in school anyway and (C) it's the only language I know enough of to be silly!
Megan: Silly?
SC: Yes! The password Allie said earlier means "The butterflies kiss the flowers under the summer sun." Isn't that goofy?
Megan: Uh, no. That's just dumb.
Allie: Hey! French is a cool language! Where would we be without French fries?
Megan: No one asked you!
Stormfront: Now, about that shrubbery, SC.
SC: GAAAH! TOO MUCH ARGUEING!
Stormfront: I know who could help! *drags in a random guy*
Guy: Shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.
Knights Who Say Nee: Give us a shrubbery, or else you shall never finish this story!
SC: Be quiet! I gotta' close the chapter!
Knights: Okay. ^__^
SC: So! We're done! Well, one last thing: I apologize if the character Petey offended anyone who happened to be from the south. Heck, even I'm southern! I wouldn't offend anybody like that! Anyway, the next chapter will be very interesting, and there will be a whole lotta' hoo-hah! Please stay tuned, until out next broadcast. Don't touch that dial!
AAAH! NEW HARRY POTTER BOOK OUT TODAY! *writhes with excitement* I preordered it, too.
Pokemon: GET ON WITH IT!!!
SC: Fine! *storms out of the room, slams door, and begins typing*
Chapter 4 - Travels Abroad
It was late at night, or early in the morning, however you want to look at it. The stars were bright, many-faceted jewels against the inky black sky. A light mist was hanging delicately in the air, and a gentle breeze chilled their surroundings as Allie flew on Stormfront's back.
The two of them had been traveling for a while now, passing over the vast lands of Hoenn. They flew from Allie's secret base in a mountain forest, over the fiery peak of Mount Chimney, across the bone-dry Sandstorm Desert, and past a small meadow where it was raining. The rain followed them as they came to another forest, southwest of Fortree City, although it was much larger than the forest by the mountains. Stormfront landed softly alongside a river which ran through the forest, and Allie hopped off of his back to get a drink.
"We should rest here for a while," Allie said to Stormfront, who had taken cover from the rain under a small tree. "We're nearing the ocean, and there are no stops until we get across."
"Right," Stormfront huffed, slightly annoyed by having to fly first through the rain, then over an entire ocean. Oh, how he despised the water. Stormfront's feelings must have shown on his face, for Allie grinned and stuck her hand in the water.
"What's the matter Stormfront, don't you like water?" she taunted playfully, bringing her hand out of the river and splashing some water on her friend.
"Hey!" he shouted, dodging the wisps of water. "I thought we were supposed to be resting."
"We are," said Allie, sighing a little and feeling a bit disappointed. "Let's not waste any more valued rest time." Stormfront agreed, and together they rested for approximately thirty minutes. After that, Allie signaled that it was time to get moving, so once again Stormfront flew through the rain.
Much to Stormfront's pleasure, the rain lightened as they got closer to Lilycove City. They were only a few miles away from the seaside metropolis, and the subtle fragrance of the salty ocean breeze lifted their spirits as they flew.
"We're almost there," Allie said to her Pokemon as the wind speed picked up. "This wind is coming across the ocean, and it's a strong breeze at that, so we've got to be close."
"Look! There's the Poke-Mart Super Center!" Stormfront cried, pointing to a skyscraper on the horizon.
"Fly towards it, Stormfront," Allie said, leaning forward on his back. "I know of a place we can stop nearby, and it is absolutely freezing out here!"
"Right," Stormfront replied, and sped up. Soon they were directly above the heart of the city, and the city's lights reflected into their eyes.
"Land here," Allie said as they were over the Pokemon Center, and Stormfront swooped towards the building. A sudden, backward tug on his horns made him rear up and out of his flight pattern, and he turned back to look at his trainer.
"What was that for?" he said roughly, massaging his head.
"Not the Pokemon Center, there! That small hotel across the street," Allie whispered and pointed to a run-down building.
"You should have said that in the first place!" Stormfront growled, then downward he spiraled through the night air. He landed with a soft thud, not wanting to wake the townspeople from their sleep.
"Alright," Allie said sternly, getting off Stormfront's back. "Try to keep a straight face when we're in there. I know the guy who runs this inn, and he doesn't ask too many questions as long as you don't look suspicious. Think you can handle it?"
Stormfront nodded quickly, and followed his master up to the door. An old sign hung loosely above the entrance, and in peeling green letters he read, " COVE LILY MOTEL. Remember us as Cove Lily of Lilycove." Allie stepped cautiously up to the door, and then rhythmically knocked seven times, as if performing a secret code.
Shortly thereafter the sounds of rustling feet met their ears from behind the door, followed by the melodic ringing of a set of keys. There was a loud click as the door opened, and Stormfront's eyes fell upon those of the man who must be the innkeeper.
The man wasn't the best-looking one you've seen: his black hair was matted and streaked with gray, to match his short mustache and beard. He wasn't very tall, only slightly shorter than Allie and close to a foot less than Stormfront. His arms and legs, however, looked like they had once been thick with muscle, but now they were full of flab. He looked a lot like a sailor gone to seed, and there was definitely some extra weight that wasn't there in his youth. The man's eyes were black, with a light haze over them, like he had just woken up.
"Sorry Petey," Allie said with a slight smile. "We didn't mean to wake you up."
"Who're you?" Petey asked, squinting through the dark, trying to recognize the face of the girl before him. "Ah!" he exclaimed, and brought his hand down on her shoulder. "Allie! It's been a long time since ah've seen ya'." He spoke with an overly southern accent, and in a rather loud voice. "Come in! Come in!" he hollered, and pulled Allie in by the shoulder, Stormfront following along hesitantly.
"Sit down! Sit down!" Petey cried, and more or less shoved down onto a raggedy couch. "By golly, I didn' expect to see you this early, or even at all! What brings ya' down to my 'umble establishment at this hour?"
"Well, gee, I guess it's because." Allie trailed off, thinking of a liable excuse for being this early.
"I thought you said this guy didn't ask questions," Stormfront whispered through clenched teeth.
"He doesn't," Allie muttered back. "Just watch."
"Leapin' Linoones! Y'all two are actin' like a bunch o' Whismurs o'er there! Whatchya' whisperin' 'bout?" Petey cried through a lot of accent.
"Oh! Well, my trusty Charizard, Stormfront, is just telling me that he's hungry. That's why we're here, actually; we're traveling to Mossdeep City, and we needed to get something to eat before we crossed the ocean," Allie lied quickly.
"Well why didn' y'all say that in the first place? I'll whip up a batch o' me best stew! Follow me to the kitchen!" he yelled, and literally dragged Allie off of the couch and through a set of swinging double doors.
"Sit here," he huffed, a bit tired from pulling Allie along, and pointed to a small wooden table. She sat, and motioned for Stormfront to join her.
"Now, do ya' have any other Pokemon with ya'? 'Cause if ya' do, ah'll make some stew fer them too."
"Uh, nope! Just me and my Charizard." Allie said, putting on a fake grin.
"Alright. Now, let's see, that'll be the super-duper stew for two." Petey said, but suddenly he cut off. "Great horny Politoeds! I left the TV on in my room! Y'all folks just hang on a minute; I'll be right back." He dashed off through the swinging doors. The sound of footsteps could be heard traveling up a flight of stairs.
"Alright," Allie said once he was gone, "time for phase two."
"What do you mean 'phase two?'" Stormfront said, but Allie only held up her finger and got up from the table.
"Just wait. I'll show you. Phase one was getting into the kitchen," Allie added, heading behind the counter and grabbing a crate of food. She brought it back to the table and set it down.
"Now help me open it," Allie instructed, and Stormfront used a minute Flamethrower along the edge of the wooden crate, burning off the protective seal. Allie pried up the edge and found that the crate was full of delicious fruits. Apples, bananas, and watermelons just to name a few.
"Okay. And now, the main event!" Allie cried, and pulled a Pokeball out of her backpack. One by one she let all fourteen Pokemon out, until the room they were in looked less like a kitchen and more like a zoo.
Several of the Pokemon were half asleep, barely able to keep awake. Layla and Lanturn actually were asleep, snoozing softly on the floor. Suicune, Typhlosion, Halsemon, and Megan managed to stay wide-awake, as if they were expecting something to happen.
"Where are we?" Megan asked, glaring at the small kitchen they were in. " And why does it smell like salt in here?"
"Because we're at the beach. We're in a motel in Lilycove City, and I sneaked you in so we could get a bite to eat." Allie showed off the box of fruit. She picked up an apple and tossed it to Megan, who stood up on his back legs and caught it between his paws. "Eat up; this is our breakfast and we still have a long way to go."
Gradually, all of the Pokemon woke up and ate, wolfing down the fruit. Stormfront approached Allie and asked through a bite of banana, "Why hasn't Petey come down? It doesn't take that long to turn off a TV."
"No, it doesn't. But Petey is a TV addict. He can't leave the room if there's one on. He just loves his sports, and that's how I knew we'd be able to do this," Allie replied, waving her arm at the feeding frenzy behind her. "Alright!" she called to the room. "Enough eating! We've got to get going, so grab a spare apple if you think you'll want something later." The Pokemon shuffled about, finishing the last of their fruit and moving over towards Allie.
"Okay, back to your Pokeballs. We still have a ways to go, but I'll let you out as soon as we get there," Allie said, pulling out a Pokeball from her bag. "Who wants more sleep?" she called, holding the Pokeball up. A few of the Pokemon nodded slowly, their fatigue catching up with them. Allie removed all of the Pokeballs from her bag and started returning her Pokemon to them.
Once they were all inside, Allie led Stormfront into the main room where they had been earlier. They crept towards the front door, and opened it slowly. It creaked loudly, and Petey's voice met them from upstairs.
"Get that sucker! Don't let him tackle you like that! Put it in the net!" he hollered without noticing the creak.
"What sport does he watch? Football or soccer?" Stormfront asked.
"Neither. He watches professional fishing," Allie said grinning.
"Oh," said Stormfront stiffly, trying not to laugh. The two of them went outside, closing the door quietly behind them.
"Let's go," Allie said, and got on Stormfront's back. Stormfront flapped his wings and took off, leaving the quaint city behind them and flying towards the open sea in front them.
~*~*~
It had been over an hour since Allie and Stormfront had left the Cove Lily Motel, and they were now far out above the sea. Except for a few rocks and sandbars, there was no land within sight. Time passed as they flew, and before long the sun peaked out over the horizon, turning the sea and sky an orange-pink. Since they were flying east, into the sun, Allie whipped out a pair of Blackglasses for Stormfront to wear so he could see where he was going.
By the time the sun was completely up, the airborne duo had just reached Mossdeep City. Stormfront was exhausted from the long flight, and was supremely grateful when Allie told him that this was their stop. His landing was more like a crash, and Allie rolled off his back in shock.
"Watch it!" she cried, rubbing her back. "Oh!" Allie exclaimed when she saw Stormfront panting heavily beside her. "Are you okay? Speak to me, buddy!"
"I'm okay," Stormfront heaved, clutching his side. "Just don't make me fly that far ever again."
"Don't worry, I won't. From now on, I'll use Halsemon for long distance flights," said Allie cheerfully. " Besides, Pidgeots like her can fly faster than you. Anyway, we're not flying anymore, so it doesn't matter as of yet."
"Now where are we going?" Stormfront asked, puzzled.
"To meet up with a friend," Allie replied, and turned towards the heart of the city.
The young trainer led her faithful Pokemon through the bustling crowds of townspeople to a dirt road on the outskirts of the city. This road seemed seldom used: bushes hung over the path's edges, and grasses of varied species dotted the road over hills. A wrought iron archway signified the path's beginning with a fancy letter "E." Wound around the "e" was the fierce image of a raging Aerodactyl.
"Is this the place?" Stormfront inquired.
"You bet," Allie said with a grin.
They walked along the quiet road, admiring the serene grace of the birds and butterflies around them. At the peak of a hill, Allie and Stormfront spotted a huge redwood tree that had to be at least five hundred years old.
"This is it," Allie said, and pointed to a small emblem carved on the tree's thick trunk. It was the same letter and Aerodactyl that had been on the gateway before. Allie approached it, and muttered a short password, that was obviously in another language:
"Les papillions embrassent les fleurs sous le soleil d'ete."
There was a short click, followed by a whirring noise that came from the emblem. A rush of cold air blew past them as a piece of the trunk gave way to a wide door. The door opened, revealing a room filled with gadgets and gizmos the likes of which you've never seen. Enthralled with excitement, Stormfront turned anxiously to his owner and asked, "What now?"
"Now," Allie replied, grinning, "we get down to business."
The two of them entered the futuristic room, and the door closed tightly behind them.
~*~*~
SC: Now, we're here! Inside the dwelling of a guy who runs an espionage! Now how many of you out there can say that they've ever done that?
Stormfront: Oooh! I can!
SC: I was talking to the readers, not you.
Stormfront: -_-'
Megan: Why did you use French anyway? It's so boring!
SC: Because (A) it's not boring and (B) I'm learning it in school anyway and (C) it's the only language I know enough of to be silly!
Megan: Silly?
SC: Yes! The password Allie said earlier means "The butterflies kiss the flowers under the summer sun." Isn't that goofy?
Megan: Uh, no. That's just dumb.
Allie: Hey! French is a cool language! Where would we be without French fries?
Megan: No one asked you!
Stormfront: Now, about that shrubbery, SC.
SC: GAAAH! TOO MUCH ARGUEING!
Stormfront: I know who could help! *drags in a random guy*
Guy: Shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.
Knights Who Say Nee: Give us a shrubbery, or else you shall never finish this story!
SC: Be quiet! I gotta' close the chapter!
Knights: Okay. ^__^
SC: So! We're done! Well, one last thing: I apologize if the character Petey offended anyone who happened to be from the south. Heck, even I'm southern! I wouldn't offend anybody like that! Anyway, the next chapter will be very interesting, and there will be a whole lotta' hoo-hah! Please stay tuned, until out next broadcast. Don't touch that dial!