This next chapter is dedicated to the 3 people who have bothered giving me reviews so far: hairstixgurl, blue alien, and Gilthoniel(if you haven't changed your pen names). You guys rock!!!!

OK, so taking up where we left off:

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An important point: Don Cherry had tripped on Jandalf's staff, causing it to roll into her hand…

*kavamm*

She disappeared, then reappeared on top of the reeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaally tall tower and woke up.

"Huh. Typical." So she sat down and waited for Fred.

But then she noticed something on the ground, so she carefully peered over the edge.

Bazillions of little hamsters were running around a lone figure, all of them squeaking. Including the figure.

It was…(scary music) Chelsea-hai (not the same one as Chelsegorn) with her army of hamster-hais! But you probably figured that out already.

"Minions of Xendor," Jandalf breathed.

They ran in pointless circles, releasing the scent of starfruit lotion from bazillions of little bottles.

It rapidly climbed into the air and reached Jandalf. She held her breath at the first detection of it, but it was too late. The not-quite-but-something-like-a-drug went into her brain and caused stuff.

Jandalf blinked as her vision went fuzzy, then dizzily got up but accidentally tumbled over the edge.

Her fall crushed several hamster-hais. Chelsea-hai looked to see what was up, and recognized Jandalf lying there. She yelled in alarm.

All the hamster-hais took up the cry and attempted to climb up the tower, but didn't quite make it. Many of them tumbled off at the 0.006152nd floor.

Jandalf moaned and got off the hamster-hais, which were in even worse shape.

Chelsea-hai screamed viciously and unintelligibly and charged.

Jandalf got slammed against the tower wall. "Ow." She crumpled, really not having a very good day, once again unconscious.

The hamster-hais carried her into the tower to Mikumon, who was now completely enraptured with the Bowling Ball of Doom.

Mikumon waved her hand at them, not looking. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now go away."

The hamster-hais paused for a moment, then took Jandalf off to a cell.

Lindo, meanwhile, was still running. She noticed, after a while, that her path was taking her into a range of mountains.

"Bigger hills? Stupid stupid stupid stupid…" she muttered, and slowed down, quite tired.

Taffy came panting over the last hill. "What now?"

"I dunno."

"Does that mean I get to eat kibble?"

Lindo's scream resounded through the mountains. "YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

YYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Chelsegorn and Katrinolas looked around after their work was done.

Chelsegorn sighed and put away her big battle-whatsit. "I'm hungry."

"Me too. Where should we go?"

"Um…I know!" Chelsegorn started walking off.

Katrinolas shrugged and followed her.

They soon came upon a building that was labeled The Doomed Restaurant of Crazy Crazy Burgers And Stuff.

"Yummy!" Katrinolas hurried inside.

They each ordered the #4 Death Combo of cyanide cola and arsenic Doom Burgers, with medium Funky Black Fries.

Lindo didn't find it too difficult to scale the mountains, though she grumbled about it like it was as tough as making Taffy shut up.

Why do I even own such a stupid dog? she wondered. I should push him off a cliff or something.

"Oh, Taaaaffyyy," she called sweetly. "I've got some kibble for you if you shut up."

Taffy immediately closed his mouth.

"Good," she said. "Now you stay like that until the mission's over, or you'll never ever get any more kibble in your entire stink life."

Taffy made an annoyed expression, but remained silent.

Lindo happily climbed yet another mountain, enjoying the perfect silence.

Suddenly it started snowing. And snowing. And snowing.

Lindo re-entered her grumpy mood. "Stupid snow. You timed that, didn't you?" she yelled at a hapless snowflake. It melted in her warm breath.

Lindo was mildly cheered up at the prospect of killing something, but it didn't help much.

Suddenly, the snow, which was not very deep yet, gave way under her and Taffy. They fell into the new place, yelling all the way down.

That lasted for about one second, then they hit the cold stone floor with a noise that sounded remarkably like 152763 people saying *thud*.

Lindo groaned, holding her head.

Taffy snarled at a kibble-shaped stalactite.

"Ha! You talked, Taffy."

"No, I didn't. I snarled."

"Doesn't matter. You talked now."

Taffy growled.

They waited for a while. Nothing happened.

So, getting bored, Lindo set up her tent. When it was folded, she could fit it in the palm of her hand, but it unfolded to suit about 152763 Bakkins-sized people. She unfolded it and it somehow miraculously fit in the relatively narrow cavern.

Taffy followed her inside. She set up her stereo, which was connected to several enormous speakers and subwoofers, and popped in a burnt CD.

The Imperial March started playing. She did the Macarena to it for a while, then began drinking her chocolaty-chocolate flavored shampoo.

Her stomach growled low and REALLY LOUDLY. Taffy started running around in panic, thinking his mistress had eaten Chewbacca. Suddenly Lindo started burping out chocolate bubbles.

Now, on to someone else.

Katrinolas and Chelsegorn woke up a long time later in the hotel room, each pumped full of arsenic and cyanide.

"Ahh," Chelsegorn sighed, "that was yummy."

"Are we dead?" asked Katrinolas.

"Probably."

"OK."

They lay there for another while, sighing.

Suddenly Chelsegorn violently leaped out of bed and, in one swift graceful motion, collapsed on the floor. But she got up right away, disproving any theories about deadness. "LOOKLOOKLOOKLOOK!!!!! OUT THE WINDOW!!!!" To illustrate this, she pointed at the window.

Thank you for the visual aid, Chelsegorn.

"No prob."

Katrinolas jumped in panic and looked out the window.

Chelsegorn started laughing hysterically. "AAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!! Made you look! MADE YOU LOOK!!! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" She was profoundly delighted at this act of deception.

Katrinolas stared at her for a moment, then, using elfin martial arts, tackled her.

"Ow," Chelsegorn complained.

But Katrinolas wasn't listening. She looked at the door.

A few scratches came to their ears, accompanied by muffled squeaks.

"Quick, out the window," Katrinolas whispered.

"Why? I wanna go back to sleep."

"Chelsea-hai's at the door. Can't you hear the hamster-hais?"

"Oh. But…that's not my name. I'm Chel-"

"I KNOW. There's another Chelsea, and she's not good and at the door."

"Wow. She's talented. OK, out the window." Chelsegorn suddenly jumped out.

Katrinolas wanted to panic, so she panicked for a few milliseconds then followed Chelsegorn out the window.

They both landed in piles upon columns upon hordes of hamster-hais.

(Aw, crap.)

Katrinolas yelled and madly fought her way out.

Chelsegorn grabbed hamster-hais and threw them into oddly familiar rosebushes.

Oops. Wrong spoof.

(^^) (^^) (^^) Heeheeheeeee!!!!!

Ahem.

Anyway, the hamster-hais chased them for a while then the leader hamster-hai gave orders to give up because they were heavily laden with starfruit lotion bottles.

But Chelsegorn and Katrinolas kept running.

Chelsegorn: "I'm running, and running, and running…"

Katrinolas: "Aw, shut up."

They kept running until they found a tunnel. Bored of the present scenery, they decided, Why not? So they ran into the tunnel.

It was dark and cool inside, and every now and then they would stumble over a few rosebushes.

*cough* Sorry. Anyway…

Suddenly, they came into a narrowish cavern. In it was a dark purple tent that was bigger than the cavern. How this was managed, I still don't know. Snow snowed down on the tent from a large hole in the cavern above.

Katrinolas stared at it.

Chelsegorn squinted at the tent. "I don't get it. Wait…what's that?"

They listened carefully.

"Sounds like music to me," Katrinolas said.

"It's the Imperial March. Go fig." Chelsegorn walked up to the tent's zipper door, and, looking under a nearby rosebush, found the doorbell.

Ding-dong.

"Just a minute," a familiar voice yelled, then hiccuped.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzziipppppppp. The door fell away from its previous placement and Lindo stared up at Chelsegorn. "What do you want?" she yelled.

Chelsegorn, feeling rather insulted at such a poor reception, uprooted the rosebush and threw it at Lindo. "Maybe that'll teach you."

"OOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THORNY THORNS!!!!!!!!! OWIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Taffy barked savagely but stayed where he was, not feeling any kind of instinctive urge to protect his mistress (as usual).

Lindo managed to pull all the thorns out and away and glared up at Chelsegorn. "Now you die."

"Wait!" Katrinolas yelled. "Don't you guys remember? We've gotta keep the Fellowship of the Remote Control."

"Her control's remote," remarked Chelsegorn, indicating the fuming Lindo.

"Shut up," growled Lindo, giving her a stare of DEATH.

"You shut up."

"You shut up."

"You shut up."

"SHUT UP!!!!!" yelled Katrinolas.

Lindo sulked but remained silent.

Chelsegorn looked around for another rosebush.

So…am I getting better? Worse? Please tell me, I'm anxious to hear from you! Well, nothing like grovelling at your feet or anything…besides that, it's not really possible to physically grovel over an Internet connection…

Right.