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Teenyboppers of the Like, Caribbean

Chapter VIII


"I've got your paper, Mademoiselle C."

"Just ZC, thanks," ZC said, snatching the paper impatiently from the butlers grasp. She
stared at him for a moment.

"May I ask why you stare, Mademo- er - ZC?" the waiter asked politely.

"I never gave you a name, did I?" she said.

"Why, no, you didn't," the waiter replied.

"You're Jeeves, then," ZC decided.

"Can't you come up with anything more creative?" the waiter asked, frowning.

"All right, then you're... Oswald."

"Better," Oswald said.

"Thank you. You may go." ZC waved away Oswald while she situated herself in Donny
Jepp's lawn chair.

"Are yous ready to write again, yet?" Donny asked hopefully.

"Yep!" ZC said, giggling with glee. "Boy, I love writing!"

"I's be knowing dat," Jepp said knowingly.

"All right; same question as before!"

How Will Jack and Anamaria Get Back to the Past?


Meanwhile, at Chinese Guru Mountain...


"All right, well, thank you, Jack, for not telling us you didn't know how to drive," Jill
muttered, stepping out of the car, voice hoarse from recent screaming. To make a long
story short, Jack plus car equals bad. Let's just say he took a little joy ride that might
have killed them all.

"That was one of the most thrilling things I have ever done!" Jack said, closing the front
car door behind him, breathtaken. Anamaria stumbled out of the front side door and
threw herself on the ground.

"I think I'm going to hurl," she groaned.

"A car makes you sick... But a ship doesn't?" Jill wondered aloud, raising an eyebrow.
Anamaria shrugged.

"This is Chinese Guru Mountain?" Jack asked skeptically, staring up at the peak with Zen
gardens all up the path. "I say we drive for a few more blocks."

Anamaria grabbed his foot. "Oh no you don't!" she gasped.

"I'm just kidding, love," Jack said. "But I would like to bring one of these car-things
home with me."

The threesome stared in awe as the full moon rose behind the mountain, making it look
all the more majestic in its Chinese Guru coolness.

"Okay, let's get going," Anamaria said quickly, picking herself up off the ground. "The
sooner we get back to that ship, the better."

"HALT!" a voice boomed behind the three of them. The group, who had been making
their way hastily up the path, stopped dead in their tracks. They turned around all
synchronized and threesome-like. There, standing next to the car where he wasn't before,
was a sleazy-looking Frenchman, complete with greasy curling mustache and suspenders.

"Yes?" Jack asked cautiously.

"You have to pay the toll," the man said sleazily.

"What toll?" Jill asked.

"Hey, you think this mountain pays for itself? You think the Zen gardens just magically
appeared here one day just because the Chinese Guru Man is all Chinese and Guru and
magic like that? I don't think so," the Frenchman shot. "Don't have any money, you can
fuhggedabout walking up there to see the Chinese Guru Man."

"Anybody have any money?" Jill grumbled, searching her pockets.

"Nothing here," Anamaria said.

"Nope," Jack agreed, his pockets jingling with gold.

"The fee is fifteen-"

"I have a twenty," Jill interrupted the man, happily withdrawing the crumpled money
from down her blouse.

"-and five dollars," he finished.

"Hey!" Jill protested. The man shrugged.

"It's business," he said sleazily. Jill handed him the dough.

The Frenchman sighed and retrieved a gong from inside his trousers. "The Guru Man is
proud to be of service," he said, sounding rehearsed. "And now, you will be brought to
him." He dinged the gong and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"What was that?" Anamaria asked. Before anything else could happen, the threesome
were transported in a puff of smoke to the top of Guru Mountain where the Temple of
Guru was.

Jill peered around the temple, with it's grand pillars, golden statues and high ceilings.

"Welcome."

Jack, Jill and Anamaria stared at a man in the center of the room on an elevated platform,
dressed in Chinese robes and sitting in a very meditative way.

"You have come here to seek my help," the Chinese Guru Man said. Jack, Jill, and
Anamaria blinked at him.

"Hey... You're not Chinese!" Jack said. Indeed! It was the sleazy Frenchman.

"My best friend is," the Frenchman shot. "Besides, I am the magic one; who cares what
race I am? Anyway! You seek my help."

"How did you know?" Anamaria asked, impressed.

"That's all anyone does these days," the guy muttered. "Off subject. You wish to go
back to the past."

"How did you know THAT?" Jill asked.

"I'm magic, fool!" the man shouted, but quickly gained his composure back. "I can help
you, though."

"Great!" Jack cheered.

"But it will cost you more," the Frenchman said, lifting a finger.

"I don't have any more money," Jill replied, lowly.

"Too bad," the Frenchman said. "Guess you're not going to the past."

"How much is it?" Jill sighed.

"One hundred-"

"One hundred!" Jill spluttered.

"-a piece."

"A piece!" Jill spluttered again.

"Now, now, let's no go being Cotton's parrot, aye? All's fair. I'll pay for it," Jack said
nobly.

"Jack - that's wonderful of you!" Jill burst.

"Yes, it is," Anamaria said suspiciously.

"I don't know how much currency is these days, but I'm sure this can hold you off," Jack
said, grabbing handfuls of gold from his pockets and dumping them into the Guru Man's
lap.

"It's a deal!" the Frenchman said happily. "Okay, now alls you got to do is this; clap
three times, twist around like a ballerina once, and shout, 'I am the wheat-eating rabbit
king!' and you'll be transported back to your ship in the Caribbean of your time." All
blinked again.

"I'm getting tired of this blinking thing," Jill grumbled.

"I will not do any of those things," Jack protested.

"You must to get home, is all I'm saying," the Frenchman said.

Anamaria was the eager lucky number one to go. She clapped three times, twisted like a
ballerina, very gracefully I might add, and shouted clearly, "I am the wheat-eating rabbit
king!"

Nothing happened.

"Ha!" the Guru Man laughed. "Gets them every time!"

"Why, you-" Anamaria almost socked the guy in the face, but he threw up his hands in
surrender.

"Whoa, whoa," he said. "If you knock me out now, you'll never discover the true way to
get home."

"Restrain yourself, love," Jack added.

"You're just happy that you didn't have to do that," Anamaria muttered. Jack beamed.

"Okay, you really just have to kiss my kitten," the man said.

"Kiss your... kitten?" Jack asked, warily. The Guru Man withdrew a cute little gray
striped kitten from under his pillow. It gave a soft meow.

"Awww!" Jill melted. "I'll do it!" She bent down and kissed the Frenchman's kitten on
the nose. She instantly disappeared. Anamaria went next. Only Jack was left, stalling.

"Oh, all right," he finally said. "At least nobody will know the famous Captain Jack
Sparrow kissed a cute little kitten... Besides, I think they're cute." He grinned sheepishly
and kissed the kitten. He disappeared as well.

"Heheh," the Guru Man smiled to himself. "All in a days work." He gave a heavy,
content sigh at all the money he had just earned, and looked up to find that all the heads
of his gold statues were missing. "Figures!" he shrieked, tearing off his fake mustache.


Meanwhile, in the Bermuda Triangle...


"Done!" ZC yelped happily, throwing her pen and paper down.

"With the whole thing?" Donny asked excitedly.

"No, only with that Jack/Anamaria question," she replied, flipping her right hand around.
"Man, I hate writing longhand!"

"Buts you're still goings to answer that last question," Donny said hopefully.

"Of course! I haven't felt this good in minutes!" ZC harumphed, slapping Donny on the
back.

"Hey, uh, ZC?"

"Yeah?"

"What does the C in ZC stand for?"

ZC opened her eyes wide in horror. "How did you know that I never like telling the C in
ZC!?" she demanded.

"Ummm..." Donny thought.

"Well, I'm not telling you!" she snapped. "But I can tell you that the Z stands for Zesty."

"So your first name is Zesty?" Jepp laughed. "Who named you?"

ZC glared at him.

"I's be shutting up now."

Indeed! Donny Jepp has shut up! So this is where our eighth chapter must end! Thank
you, and good morning!





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