Haven't you guys learned not to believe a single thing I say? I've been
back from California for more than 2 months now, and I confess to not
touching my fanfic notebook at all during that trip. And since then I've
been caught up in school and stuff.... okay I'll stop making excuses.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own it! Who told you I did? What a loser!
As a devoted reader *snort* was kind enough to point out, Ghost and The Darkness (killer lions from ch. 3) are stilling wandering around the palace, so hopefully they'll turn up in this chapter. But I really don't know if they will. You're guess is as good as mine. Probably even better, because I am certifiably insane.
Yellow Jello Chapter 5!!!
"Oh, Goddess, there he is!" Kel exclaimed as she and Neal passed Michael in the hallway. Neal was half buried under his Bob the Builder crap, so it's not surprising that Michael was staring.
"Say, Say, Say, it's Keladry of Mindelan!" MJ said as Kel and Neal came closer. "Is your friend going to be okay? I'll tell ya, that was a Thriller."
Blink. Blink.
******************************** The pan sizzled as the Cook King put Minced Francis on to it. "Bob, could you pass me that spice?" The Cook King asked. A very short clay man with a sexy yellow hardhat waddled over to give the Cook King the spice."Cannibal Carbuncle" the label proclaimed. (an: yes I do know what a carbuncle is, that was intentional)
"Here you go, sir," Bob the Builder started to say, but was stopped short by the minor inconvenience of having a lion take a chunk out of his head.
Bob just stood there, flabbergasted, with one eye and half of his head missing.
"Ouch."
******************************** MEANWHILE, BACK WITH DUKE BAIRD
"Are you feeling alright, sonny?" Duke Baird asked Owen after he figured out the Owen did indeed have a heartbeat.
"What? Of course I'm alright, father. What would make you think otherwise?" Neal answered, puzzled.
Duke Baird blinked. Owen was just a second behind.
Pointedly ignoring Neal, Duke Baird started to examine Owen. He was, however, much too amused with the little ear light thingy, so he didn't get very far before Bob the Builder stumbled in.
Neal caused a slight diversion by passing out. Everyone just stared at Neal momentarily, then went on doing their thing. Bob just stepped over Neal (who had a gruesome expression on his face somewhere between someone who has just reached insanity, and a screaming preteen at an N*Sync concert) to face Baird.
Duke Baird just started at Bob for a couple seconds, apparently not disturbed by the fact that half of Bob's face was missing and blood was steadily dripping onto the perfectly white floor.
"Can I help you, sir?" he said after awhile. "Are you lost?"
"Erm..." was all Bob could think of to say.
"The infirmary is reserved for the sick and those who treat the sick. Unless you are concealing some mysterious illness, I see nothing about you that needs medical treatment. So if you would kindly leave and stop disturbing my patients, it would be much appreciated." Duke Baird lectured.
Owen, Neal, and Bob just stared. The only noise was the steady 'drip drip' of Bob's clay blood splattering onto the floor. Duke Baird was completely oblivious and continued to play with the ear light.
******************************** GHOST AND THE DARKNESS'S POV
'Yuck. Clay is not good for the teeth or the digestion system,' thought The Darkness (aka the one who ate bob)
'I think it's good. Sure, it gets stuck in the teeth, but clay eyeballs are the best. They don't pop like normal people's eyeballs,' responded Ghost. 'You should have left him to me. That was a waste of a perfectly good eyeball!
'Remind me again why we're having this conversation? We're man-eating lions for God's sake! Who cares what we think!' exclaimed The Darkness.
'I do believe,' began Ghost in a sophisticated British accent that he didn't have before, 'that the author has no idea what to write about and so is stalling and making her limited amount of readers think that although she only updates her stories every couple months, the chapters are really long, when in fact they are not.' (a/n: haha take THAT Ms. Wilson! I wrote a run-on AND used 'and so' together!)
'Oh....' thought The Darkness, looking enlightened and adopting a British accent of his own, 'Well then, carry on. We wouldn't want to make the author look foolish, would we?' (Lol everyone! Let's be British!)
******************************** No one said what they thought about me using less author's notes. TELL ME, PEOPLES! I NEED TO KNOW! SHOULD I STOP WITH ALL THE AUTHORS NOTES OR NO! IF I DON'T GET SOME OPINIONS IM TYPING THE NEXT CHAPTER IN ALL CAPS! THAT WOULD BE ANNOYING, WOULDN'T IT!?!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own it! Who told you I did? What a loser!
As a devoted reader *snort* was kind enough to point out, Ghost and The Darkness (killer lions from ch. 3) are stilling wandering around the palace, so hopefully they'll turn up in this chapter. But I really don't know if they will. You're guess is as good as mine. Probably even better, because I am certifiably insane.
Yellow Jello Chapter 5!!!
"Oh, Goddess, there he is!" Kel exclaimed as she and Neal passed Michael in the hallway. Neal was half buried under his Bob the Builder crap, so it's not surprising that Michael was staring.
"Say, Say, Say, it's Keladry of Mindelan!" MJ said as Kel and Neal came closer. "Is your friend going to be okay? I'll tell ya, that was a Thriller."
Blink. Blink.
******************************** The pan sizzled as the Cook King put Minced Francis on to it. "Bob, could you pass me that spice?" The Cook King asked. A very short clay man with a sexy yellow hardhat waddled over to give the Cook King the spice."Cannibal Carbuncle" the label proclaimed. (an: yes I do know what a carbuncle is, that was intentional)
"Here you go, sir," Bob the Builder started to say, but was stopped short by the minor inconvenience of having a lion take a chunk out of his head.
Bob just stood there, flabbergasted, with one eye and half of his head missing.
"Ouch."
******************************** MEANWHILE, BACK WITH DUKE BAIRD
"Are you feeling alright, sonny?" Duke Baird asked Owen after he figured out the Owen did indeed have a heartbeat.
"What? Of course I'm alright, father. What would make you think otherwise?" Neal answered, puzzled.
Duke Baird blinked. Owen was just a second behind.
Pointedly ignoring Neal, Duke Baird started to examine Owen. He was, however, much too amused with the little ear light thingy, so he didn't get very far before Bob the Builder stumbled in.
Neal caused a slight diversion by passing out. Everyone just stared at Neal momentarily, then went on doing their thing. Bob just stepped over Neal (who had a gruesome expression on his face somewhere between someone who has just reached insanity, and a screaming preteen at an N*Sync concert) to face Baird.
Duke Baird just started at Bob for a couple seconds, apparently not disturbed by the fact that half of Bob's face was missing and blood was steadily dripping onto the perfectly white floor.
"Can I help you, sir?" he said after awhile. "Are you lost?"
"Erm..." was all Bob could think of to say.
"The infirmary is reserved for the sick and those who treat the sick. Unless you are concealing some mysterious illness, I see nothing about you that needs medical treatment. So if you would kindly leave and stop disturbing my patients, it would be much appreciated." Duke Baird lectured.
Owen, Neal, and Bob just stared. The only noise was the steady 'drip drip' of Bob's clay blood splattering onto the floor. Duke Baird was completely oblivious and continued to play with the ear light.
******************************** GHOST AND THE DARKNESS'S POV
'Yuck. Clay is not good for the teeth or the digestion system,' thought The Darkness (aka the one who ate bob)
'I think it's good. Sure, it gets stuck in the teeth, but clay eyeballs are the best. They don't pop like normal people's eyeballs,' responded Ghost. 'You should have left him to me. That was a waste of a perfectly good eyeball!
'Remind me again why we're having this conversation? We're man-eating lions for God's sake! Who cares what we think!' exclaimed The Darkness.
'I do believe,' began Ghost in a sophisticated British accent that he didn't have before, 'that the author has no idea what to write about and so is stalling and making her limited amount of readers think that although she only updates her stories every couple months, the chapters are really long, when in fact they are not.' (a/n: haha take THAT Ms. Wilson! I wrote a run-on AND used 'and so' together!)
'Oh....' thought The Darkness, looking enlightened and adopting a British accent of his own, 'Well then, carry on. We wouldn't want to make the author look foolish, would we?' (Lol everyone! Let's be British!)
******************************** No one said what they thought about me using less author's notes. TELL ME, PEOPLES! I NEED TO KNOW! SHOULD I STOP WITH ALL THE AUTHORS NOTES OR NO! IF I DON'T GET SOME OPINIONS IM TYPING THE NEXT CHAPTER IN ALL CAPS! THAT WOULD BE ANNOYING, WOULDN'T IT!?!