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Chapter 4
Captain Kelp had a hard time leaving Fowl Manor, but Juliet promised to be at the party, which eased some of the pain.
Ann Kelp was put back into Cumulus House, her old asylum. Grub very surprisingly did not seem to mind much. Trouble was actually thankful that his mother would not be there to kick out the Mud People coming.
But Grub still found it odd that just a loose criminal would send his Mommy on a rage like that. Then again, Ann had ALWAYS hated Koboi. With her top of the line inventions and her fame...ugh...no, this Kelp woman was behind Foaly all the way.
And anything to do with the LEP really. Except for Cudegon, of course. Trouble was grounded for seven months after that for putting Grub in danger, almost getting himself killed, destroying a photo booth, and oh yes, supporting Cudegon.
FRIDAY- 5:59 p.m.-KELP MANSION
The Kelp Brothers had gotten everything in line in the ballroom and had set up decorations throughout the house. Trouble had gone to the shuttle port to pick up Artemis and Juliet, who to Artemis's parents they were going on a week long field trip, just to get some extra time in case anything bad happened, and the three were back at the house.
"Aren't you a little dressed up?" Juliet had asked Artemis as they entered the mansion.
Artemis shrugged. "These were the most casual clothes I could find." He straightened his red neck tie. He was wearing black pants from a tux and black loafers. His shirt was a polo shirt, designer of course.
Juliet was almost as bad. She was wearing a strapless yellow sun dress with shorts and a tube top underneath. Trouble had no problem with this. But who would considering he was wearing plain gray, pants and a light blue, thin, long sleeved, dress shirt. Juliet loved it.
"Maybe you could take off the tie." Trouble suggested. "Or un-tuck the shirt at least. This is a birthday party not a prom."
Artemis just scowled at him as the eldest Kelp boy led them to the ballroom.
"I like your house." Juliet said, looking around. "It's very Renaissance like."
Trouble nodded. "It should be. It was built in 1500. My grandfather was the first Kelp who lived here."
Grub was running around the ballroom in panic, a phone to his ear. "WHAT!" he screamed.
Artemis frowned and looked at Trouble. "What is wrong?"
Trouble frowned too and walked over to Grub. "What is it?" he asked.
Grub looked up at his older brother. "You're band cancelled and The Flame Flowers just got in a hover car accident on the way here. No live entertainment tonight."
Trouble groaned loudly. Desperate times called for desperate measures. "Hey Fowl? Can you sing any? At all?" he asked weakly.
Artemis backed up. "No." He replied firmly. Trouble glanced at Grub.
"No way!" Grub protested.
Juliet stepped forward. "I'm not that much of a singer, but I can play the piano pretty well."
Trouble shook his head. "No, don't put yourself through any trouble. I have a couple of instrumental soundtracks. It all sounds the same, so people won't notice if I put them on six times."
Juliet laughed. "Most people I know are tone deaf anyway." She said with a glance at Artemis. He rolled his eyes.
Trouble ate a chip from one of the food bowls when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" he said automatically. When he opened the door, guess who was standing there in a scort and tank top...
Captain Holly Layla Short.
Trouble gasped. "Erm...Holly...It's 6:05. You've got your time messed up."
Holly nodded. "Yeah, sorry I'm late. Traffic."
Trouble gaped at her. "No...You are actually 55 minuets early."
Holly groaned. "Oh! Sorry Trouble. I'll go home if it's not too--."
Trouble laid a hand on her shoulder. "No, no. It's fine. Just wait here for a second....." He turned around and bolted to the ballroom.
"Who is it?" Grub asked.
Trouble sighed. "The guest of honor."
Grub pulled at a lock of sandy hair. "Who's coming that's famous?"
"Holly, you moron!"
Juliet looked thoughtful. "What does she think she's here for?"
Trouble bit his lip. "She is here for a ....date."
Juliet blinked. "A date?"
"Hypothetically, of course." He quickly added.
"You painted yourself in a corner Trubs." Grub muttered to him in Gnnomish.
There was a knock on the ballroom door. "Hello? Trouble?"
Trouble gasped and ran to the door. He waved at the others to hide, and slid through the opening he made.
"Is everything alright?" Holly asked.
Trouble swallowed. "Yes, it's fine." He held out an arm. "Shall we?"
THE BALLROOM
"Are they gone?" Grub asked Juliet. She nodded, but when she stopped she stared at him. He was really nothing like his brother. Then again, his brother was a back stabbing, flirtatious jerk. And you really couldn't judge a person about that when you've only known them for about five minutes.
Artemis was crawling out from under the chips table when there was another knock on the door. Grub decided to answer it.
Chix Verbil was standing in a Rio Vanesco vest and a large bag. Grub frowned but let the sprite in.
Chix soared high and investigated the disco ball. "Nice ball." He commented in Gnnomish. Grub shook a little.
"Em, Chix?" he asked in English, which caught Chix off guard. "Why are you here?"
Only then did Verbil notice Artemis and Juliet. He was so surprised that he dropped the bag, which fell towards Artemis's head. Juliet caught it just in time. Always protect the principal.
"Mud People!" Chix screamed and headed to the ground. "What are they doing here."
"A party." Artemis replied wryly.
"And you?" asked Grub.
Chix puffed out his chest. "I got a job at the Rio after I found out about this party. It's kind of like a free invitation. I'm sure Holly will fall for me now."
Artemis smirked. "Oh yes." He replied. "You are quite a knockout."
THE COURTYARD
Trouble could not help feeling sorry for Juliet. He had basically said he was cheating on her. Then again, they never really were together and the fling with Holly was probably stronger. But Juliet was just...great.
"So...what to talk about..." he muttered.
"Anything but work." Replied Holly.
Trouble gave a small chuckle. Dating was even harder then he had thought.
"Have you had any problems?" Trouble asked.
Holly frowned as they walked among the gardens. "Like what?"
"Oh you know," Kelp replied, rubbing his neck. "like problems with Car'Khl and what not."
"Haven't you been watching the news?" Holly asked incredulously. "Siren Flock is dead."
"What!" Trouble burst out.
"He committed suicide the day after we were at the Rio." She explained. "He had made some bet with Car'Khl."
Trouble sighed. "Well, one less person we have to worry about. For your sake."
Holly scowled at him. "Will you stop worrying about me?" she snapped. "Haven't you learned I can take care of myself?"
"But I'm just concerned about--."
Holly snorted. "Yeah. Your only concerned about me."
Trouble stopped walking and Holly's own words hit her like a bullet. She turned to face him.
"Your more concerned about me then your own brother." She said.
Trouble's eyes widened. "What! No, no way--."
Holly went on. "Your more concerned about me then your own mother."
Trouble began to back up. "Uh..."
Holly eyed the sky in amazement. "I'm the only one your concerned about."
She advanced towards him. Trouble shuddered. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Holly put her fingers to his lips which silenced him. "Your head over heels for m--."
But she was suddenly cut off by a voice yelling "Trouble!"
Grub was running towards them. "Trubs." He gasped. "Ome-cay o-tay he-tay allroom-bay ow-nay!"
Trouble thought for a moment. "Ome-tay is come....he-tay is the....'
"You're needed in ballroom one." Grub growled and grabbed his brother by the arm and pulled him off into the distance.
THE BALLROOM
Most of the guests had arrived- Root, Foaly, Captain Petersburg, Reverend Ferguson, their minister, Retrieval One, a couple of guys from work, and Chix, (uninvited but he was still there), totaling to 23 people including Arty and co. Lily Frond was late.
At 6:55, everything was perfect. It would not be late,but it was now.
~*~*~TIME WARP~*~*~
6:20 p.m. (35 minutes before)
"Hey...Grub!" Juliet had called to Corporal Kelp.
Grub walked over. "Yeah."
Juliet smiled dangerously. "Do you like making your brother mad?"
Grub eyed her. "Sometimes. Why?"
Juliet's smile turned into a grin. "Because I have an idea."
~*~*~END TIME WARP~*~*~
A/N Yeah! Cliffie!
SUPER SUPER SUPER LOOOOOONG chapter! 5 pages on MS word! 1,508 words. Whoops! 1,513 now. 100 paragraphs! I am so proud. There will be more action in the next chapter.
101 Paragraphs! Yippie!
102!
103!
104! Whatever....
Buh bye.
~*~Milla-talon-hand~*~ (106! 1,541 words!)
Yep you all got the whole 'parenting' thing straight (Peter and Layla Short, Ann and Ryel Kelp...)
Here is da big, super long chappie...
Disclaimer: you know what I own and what I don't...
Chapter 4
Captain Kelp had a hard time leaving Fowl Manor, but Juliet promised to be at the party, which eased some of the pain.
Ann Kelp was put back into Cumulus House, her old asylum. Grub very surprisingly did not seem to mind much. Trouble was actually thankful that his mother would not be there to kick out the Mud People coming.
But Grub still found it odd that just a loose criminal would send his Mommy on a rage like that. Then again, Ann had ALWAYS hated Koboi. With her top of the line inventions and her fame...ugh...no, this Kelp woman was behind Foaly all the way.
And anything to do with the LEP really. Except for Cudegon, of course. Trouble was grounded for seven months after that for putting Grub in danger, almost getting himself killed, destroying a photo booth, and oh yes, supporting Cudegon.
FRIDAY- 5:59 p.m.-KELP MANSION
The Kelp Brothers had gotten everything in line in the ballroom and had set up decorations throughout the house. Trouble had gone to the shuttle port to pick up Artemis and Juliet, who to Artemis's parents they were going on a week long field trip, just to get some extra time in case anything bad happened, and the three were back at the house.
"Aren't you a little dressed up?" Juliet had asked Artemis as they entered the mansion.
Artemis shrugged. "These were the most casual clothes I could find." He straightened his red neck tie. He was wearing black pants from a tux and black loafers. His shirt was a polo shirt, designer of course.
Juliet was almost as bad. She was wearing a strapless yellow sun dress with shorts and a tube top underneath. Trouble had no problem with this. But who would considering he was wearing plain gray, pants and a light blue, thin, long sleeved, dress shirt. Juliet loved it.
"Maybe you could take off the tie." Trouble suggested. "Or un-tuck the shirt at least. This is a birthday party not a prom."
Artemis just scowled at him as the eldest Kelp boy led them to the ballroom.
"I like your house." Juliet said, looking around. "It's very Renaissance like."
Trouble nodded. "It should be. It was built in 1500. My grandfather was the first Kelp who lived here."
Grub was running around the ballroom in panic, a phone to his ear. "WHAT!" he screamed.
Artemis frowned and looked at Trouble. "What is wrong?"
Trouble frowned too and walked over to Grub. "What is it?" he asked.
Grub looked up at his older brother. "You're band cancelled and The Flame Flowers just got in a hover car accident on the way here. No live entertainment tonight."
Trouble groaned loudly. Desperate times called for desperate measures. "Hey Fowl? Can you sing any? At all?" he asked weakly.
Artemis backed up. "No." He replied firmly. Trouble glanced at Grub.
"No way!" Grub protested.
Juliet stepped forward. "I'm not that much of a singer, but I can play the piano pretty well."
Trouble shook his head. "No, don't put yourself through any trouble. I have a couple of instrumental soundtracks. It all sounds the same, so people won't notice if I put them on six times."
Juliet laughed. "Most people I know are tone deaf anyway." She said with a glance at Artemis. He rolled his eyes.
Trouble ate a chip from one of the food bowls when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" he said automatically. When he opened the door, guess who was standing there in a scort and tank top...
Captain Holly Layla Short.
Trouble gasped. "Erm...Holly...It's 6:05. You've got your time messed up."
Holly nodded. "Yeah, sorry I'm late. Traffic."
Trouble gaped at her. "No...You are actually 55 minuets early."
Holly groaned. "Oh! Sorry Trouble. I'll go home if it's not too--."
Trouble laid a hand on her shoulder. "No, no. It's fine. Just wait here for a second....." He turned around and bolted to the ballroom.
"Who is it?" Grub asked.
Trouble sighed. "The guest of honor."
Grub pulled at a lock of sandy hair. "Who's coming that's famous?"
"Holly, you moron!"
Juliet looked thoughtful. "What does she think she's here for?"
Trouble bit his lip. "She is here for a ....date."
Juliet blinked. "A date?"
"Hypothetically, of course." He quickly added.
"You painted yourself in a corner Trubs." Grub muttered to him in Gnnomish.
There was a knock on the ballroom door. "Hello? Trouble?"
Trouble gasped and ran to the door. He waved at the others to hide, and slid through the opening he made.
"Is everything alright?" Holly asked.
Trouble swallowed. "Yes, it's fine." He held out an arm. "Shall we?"
THE BALLROOM
"Are they gone?" Grub asked Juliet. She nodded, but when she stopped she stared at him. He was really nothing like his brother. Then again, his brother was a back stabbing, flirtatious jerk. And you really couldn't judge a person about that when you've only known them for about five minutes.
Artemis was crawling out from under the chips table when there was another knock on the door. Grub decided to answer it.
Chix Verbil was standing in a Rio Vanesco vest and a large bag. Grub frowned but let the sprite in.
Chix soared high and investigated the disco ball. "Nice ball." He commented in Gnnomish. Grub shook a little.
"Em, Chix?" he asked in English, which caught Chix off guard. "Why are you here?"
Only then did Verbil notice Artemis and Juliet. He was so surprised that he dropped the bag, which fell towards Artemis's head. Juliet caught it just in time. Always protect the principal.
"Mud People!" Chix screamed and headed to the ground. "What are they doing here."
"A party." Artemis replied wryly.
"And you?" asked Grub.
Chix puffed out his chest. "I got a job at the Rio after I found out about this party. It's kind of like a free invitation. I'm sure Holly will fall for me now."
Artemis smirked. "Oh yes." He replied. "You are quite a knockout."
THE COURTYARD
Trouble could not help feeling sorry for Juliet. He had basically said he was cheating on her. Then again, they never really were together and the fling with Holly was probably stronger. But Juliet was just...great.
"So...what to talk about..." he muttered.
"Anything but work." Replied Holly.
Trouble gave a small chuckle. Dating was even harder then he had thought.
"Have you had any problems?" Trouble asked.
Holly frowned as they walked among the gardens. "Like what?"
"Oh you know," Kelp replied, rubbing his neck. "like problems with Car'Khl and what not."
"Haven't you been watching the news?" Holly asked incredulously. "Siren Flock is dead."
"What!" Trouble burst out.
"He committed suicide the day after we were at the Rio." She explained. "He had made some bet with Car'Khl."
Trouble sighed. "Well, one less person we have to worry about. For your sake."
Holly scowled at him. "Will you stop worrying about me?" she snapped. "Haven't you learned I can take care of myself?"
"But I'm just concerned about--."
Holly snorted. "Yeah. Your only concerned about me."
Trouble stopped walking and Holly's own words hit her like a bullet. She turned to face him.
"Your more concerned about me then your own brother." She said.
Trouble's eyes widened. "What! No, no way--."
Holly went on. "Your more concerned about me then your own mother."
Trouble began to back up. "Uh..."
Holly eyed the sky in amazement. "I'm the only one your concerned about."
She advanced towards him. Trouble shuddered. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Holly put her fingers to his lips which silenced him. "Your head over heels for m--."
But she was suddenly cut off by a voice yelling "Trouble!"
Grub was running towards them. "Trubs." He gasped. "Ome-cay o-tay he-tay allroom-bay ow-nay!"
Trouble thought for a moment. "Ome-tay is come....he-tay is the....'
"You're needed in ballroom one." Grub growled and grabbed his brother by the arm and pulled him off into the distance.
THE BALLROOM
Most of the guests had arrived- Root, Foaly, Captain Petersburg, Reverend Ferguson, their minister, Retrieval One, a couple of guys from work, and Chix, (uninvited but he was still there), totaling to 23 people including Arty and co. Lily Frond was late.
At 6:55, everything was perfect. It would not be late,but it was now.
~*~*~TIME WARP~*~*~
6:20 p.m. (35 minutes before)
"Hey...Grub!" Juliet had called to Corporal Kelp.
Grub walked over. "Yeah."
Juliet smiled dangerously. "Do you like making your brother mad?"
Grub eyed her. "Sometimes. Why?"
Juliet's smile turned into a grin. "Because I have an idea."
~*~*~END TIME WARP~*~*~
A/N Yeah! Cliffie!
SUPER SUPER SUPER LOOOOOONG chapter! 5 pages on MS word! 1,508 words. Whoops! 1,513 now. 100 paragraphs! I am so proud. There will be more action in the next chapter.
101 Paragraphs! Yippie!
102!
103!
104! Whatever....
Buh bye.
~*~Milla-talon-hand~*~ (106! 1,541 words!)