I'm back! I know you missed me. Don't try to deny it.
Disclaimer: I'm sure you were all looking forward to a long, entertaining disclaimer again (as everyone snorts with suppressed laughter) But I'm all out of creative disclaimers. I need a little bit of time to regenerate new entertaining disclaimers. It's kind of like those ice-makers that are in some freezers (like mine). If you use too much ice then it takes awhile for new ice to be made. Wow. I just compared myself to an ice-maker. This did turn out to be an entertaining disclaimer. Anyway, I don't own 'em, you losers. I wouldn't have been creative enough to make up these characters. That's why I do fanfics instead of original fiction.
Oh, good news! For Darryl Worley, at least. You all remember the song that I typed at the end of the last chapter? Well, it appears I'm not the only one who loves that song. It's been #1 on the country countdown for... awhile. In fact, I'm watching the video right now on GAC. (Great American Country) If you don't believe me, go to Countrystars.com. It'll probably say there.
I'm almost getting to the story! I just want everyone to know how kewl my new mouse is. For my computer. It's cordless! It's awesome. I can take it away from the computer and hide it in my room if I don't want anyone else to use the puter. Okay. To the story.
Prologue: "What happened to me?" Owen asked, looking throughly perplexed. Kel gasped and Yuki ran for Neal.
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"What's your name?" Neal questioned Owen.
"Bob the Builder," Owen answered, mumbling.
"Really?!? I'm a big fan! Can I have your autograph?" Neal exclaimed, completely forgetting about Owen's apparent head problem. Yuki elbowed Neal in the stomach and stared meaningfully at Owen.
"Oh, yes," Neal muttered apologetically. He cleared his throat, embarassed."I'm not sure what's wrong with him. I'll have to take him to my father." Neal looked uncertainly at Owen, then made a gesture as if to pick him up. He seemed to think better of this though, and guided Owen to the infirmary.
"Do you think he'll be all right?" Kel asked Yuki after Neal and Owen had left.
But Yuki never got to answer Kel, because right at that moment The Ghost and The Darkness jumped out of no where and dug their claws into her flesh.
A/N: For you guys who don't watch movies, The Ghost and The Darkness are the names of the two man-eating lions in the movie The Ghost and The Darkness.
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"This, my...friends," said the Cook King as the vault opened,unable to decided what to call his fellow evil-doer cooks but still wanting to sound dramatic, "Is... (bum bum bum) my collection." (a/n: Wow that had to be the longest and most incorrect sentence ever. I can just imagine Ms. Wilson going to ff.net and reading all the incorrectness in my fics. *gulp* SAVE ME!) Inside on huge shelves were packages of neatly wrapped meat. But not just any meat. This was the meat of the people that had eaten the sacred Yellow Jello. The cooks had been forced to kill all of them... Aztec style. (stupid cannibalistic cooks. NEVER TRUST THEM!)
"I'm sure this foreign....guy (lol NO I did not just make fun of Michael Jackson) will appreciate some special meat. MUHAHAHA!!!" All the cooks joined the cook king in their seemingly endless evil annoying laugh.
The cook king laughed liked this for a minute or two, then he started hacking and choking on what appeared to be his own saliva. (lol I do that ALL the time) The cooks looked at him uncertainly, then watched as he passed out from lack of oxygen.
"Someone call the paramedics!" one cook shouted.
"This is Tortall, you great prat! They don't have paramedics here!" said another. The first cook looked embarassed, then corrected himself. "A healer, I mean."
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"I'm telling you, I'm Bob the Builder," Owen argued with Duke Baird in the infirmary. Despite the humor in the situation, Duke Baird had to try not to laugh. It didn't help much that Neal was hovering in the background, dressed from head to toe in Bob the Builder merchandise. (Oh wow I just had a vision of Neal wearing Bob the Builder stuff)
"Of course you are..... Bob," Duke Baird said kindly, "But I'm still thinking that you hurt your head." He turned to Neal "Can we fix it?" he asked, looking for Neal's opinion.
"Yes we can!" replied Neal enthusiastically. "Er... I mean.... I believe some cure may be existant."
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That was an interesting chapter. Everyone seems to be getting seriously injured though. I bet you never knew that Neal was a Bob the Builder fan, didja? Well, know you know what to get him for Christmas. I should probably explain the getting killed Aztec style thing. Basically the Aztecs had really brutal ways of killing people when they sacrificed them. So getting killed Aztec style is the worst. Then next I think was Inca style. Then Maya style.
If you like this story so far, go read Morgan's story. It's called Harry Potter meets Barney, or something like that. Really funny story. Well, I haven't exactly read it yet, but.... yeah. (sorry Morgan! I'll read it as soon as I post this chapter!)
Disclaimer: I'm sure you were all looking forward to a long, entertaining disclaimer again (as everyone snorts with suppressed laughter) But I'm all out of creative disclaimers. I need a little bit of time to regenerate new entertaining disclaimers. It's kind of like those ice-makers that are in some freezers (like mine). If you use too much ice then it takes awhile for new ice to be made. Wow. I just compared myself to an ice-maker. This did turn out to be an entertaining disclaimer. Anyway, I don't own 'em, you losers. I wouldn't have been creative enough to make up these characters. That's why I do fanfics instead of original fiction.
Oh, good news! For Darryl Worley, at least. You all remember the song that I typed at the end of the last chapter? Well, it appears I'm not the only one who loves that song. It's been #1 on the country countdown for... awhile. In fact, I'm watching the video right now on GAC. (Great American Country) If you don't believe me, go to Countrystars.com. It'll probably say there.
I'm almost getting to the story! I just want everyone to know how kewl my new mouse is. For my computer. It's cordless! It's awesome. I can take it away from the computer and hide it in my room if I don't want anyone else to use the puter. Okay. To the story.
Prologue: "What happened to me?" Owen asked, looking throughly perplexed. Kel gasped and Yuki ran for Neal.
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"What's your name?" Neal questioned Owen.
"Bob the Builder," Owen answered, mumbling.
"Really?!? I'm a big fan! Can I have your autograph?" Neal exclaimed, completely forgetting about Owen's apparent head problem. Yuki elbowed Neal in the stomach and stared meaningfully at Owen.
"Oh, yes," Neal muttered apologetically. He cleared his throat, embarassed."I'm not sure what's wrong with him. I'll have to take him to my father." Neal looked uncertainly at Owen, then made a gesture as if to pick him up. He seemed to think better of this though, and guided Owen to the infirmary.
"Do you think he'll be all right?" Kel asked Yuki after Neal and Owen had left.
But Yuki never got to answer Kel, because right at that moment The Ghost and The Darkness jumped out of no where and dug their claws into her flesh.
A/N: For you guys who don't watch movies, The Ghost and The Darkness are the names of the two man-eating lions in the movie The Ghost and The Darkness.
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"This, my...friends," said the Cook King as the vault opened,unable to decided what to call his fellow evil-doer cooks but still wanting to sound dramatic, "Is... (bum bum bum) my collection." (a/n: Wow that had to be the longest and most incorrect sentence ever. I can just imagine Ms. Wilson going to ff.net and reading all the incorrectness in my fics. *gulp* SAVE ME!) Inside on huge shelves were packages of neatly wrapped meat. But not just any meat. This was the meat of the people that had eaten the sacred Yellow Jello. The cooks had been forced to kill all of them... Aztec style. (stupid cannibalistic cooks. NEVER TRUST THEM!)
"I'm sure this foreign....guy (lol NO I did not just make fun of Michael Jackson) will appreciate some special meat. MUHAHAHA!!!" All the cooks joined the cook king in their seemingly endless evil annoying laugh.
The cook king laughed liked this for a minute or two, then he started hacking and choking on what appeared to be his own saliva. (lol I do that ALL the time) The cooks looked at him uncertainly, then watched as he passed out from lack of oxygen.
"Someone call the paramedics!" one cook shouted.
"This is Tortall, you great prat! They don't have paramedics here!" said another. The first cook looked embarassed, then corrected himself. "A healer, I mean."
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"I'm telling you, I'm Bob the Builder," Owen argued with Duke Baird in the infirmary. Despite the humor in the situation, Duke Baird had to try not to laugh. It didn't help much that Neal was hovering in the background, dressed from head to toe in Bob the Builder merchandise. (Oh wow I just had a vision of Neal wearing Bob the Builder stuff)
"Of course you are..... Bob," Duke Baird said kindly, "But I'm still thinking that you hurt your head." He turned to Neal "Can we fix it?" he asked, looking for Neal's opinion.
"Yes we can!" replied Neal enthusiastically. "Er... I mean.... I believe some cure may be existant."
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That was an interesting chapter. Everyone seems to be getting seriously injured though. I bet you never knew that Neal was a Bob the Builder fan, didja? Well, know you know what to get him for Christmas. I should probably explain the getting killed Aztec style thing. Basically the Aztecs had really brutal ways of killing people when they sacrificed them. So getting killed Aztec style is the worst. Then next I think was Inca style. Then Maya style.
If you like this story so far, go read Morgan's story. It's called Harry Potter meets Barney, or something like that. Really funny story. Well, I haven't exactly read it yet, but.... yeah. (sorry Morgan! I'll read it as soon as I post this chapter!)