Disclaimer; Mwuhahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm not putting one!
HAHAHAHAH!!! But anyway, I don't own anything. Oh, wait, oh, man. Pretend I
didn't say that.
Ice raider: Thanks for asking, normally, people wouldn't even try to find
out anything, just block me from reviewing, *Looks evilly at person or
persons who wish to remain anonyms * and in case you didn't read your
reviews, I was being an idiot, and didn't check who wrote I'm back and I
was sticking up for him/her, because when I saw the name I thought 'Hey, I
liked the Jada Longman story.' I never in a million years would have
suspected you to be bashing yourself; anyway, I meant no offence. (And the
butler on drugs idea is. odd, but funny) Once again, sorry, Kate
Smiley face3: I thought I would get flamed for foaly/Holly. *Again looks
evilly at person/persons who wish to remain anonyms * I think the idea is
sweet. (Besides the fact that he is like 7'8 and she is only three feet.)
Chapter Twenty One;
Holly looked at her closet; she had three LEP jumpsuits, an old scrub from when she used to volunteer at the hospital, some jeans, and a few tee shirts and of course, the jammies with the frogs with the big puckered up lips and crowns. She put on her dark jeans and blue tee and some tennis shoes and for the first time in a long while, she went shopping. When she got home she got on the denim skirt, the red ruffled shirt and the five inch platforms. Being the type of girl who never wore high heels, she naturally was uncomfortable, not to mention wobbly.
Then the doorbell rang to the tune of 'Le cucaracha' in gnomish. She stumbled to the door and saw Foally with his tin foil hat on, and had another in his hand, apparently for Holly.
"Foally, I thought you gave up the hat." Then she giggled.
"Yeah, well, I had, but then there was an advance in mud-men technology, plus, you can't forget Fowl and his newfound talent." He replied, and then he stuck the one he had in his hand on her head.
"Fine, if were going to wear these, they might as well look good, I'll be right back." She said, then she went into the house and came back with two red feathers and stuck them in.
"ANTIDISENSTABLISHMENTARIANISM!!!!!" he yelled all the sudden.
"Huh?" said Holly, surprised.
"Did I say that out loud. Sorry, I was deep in thought."
"Cummon lets go, I got reservations at six." With that they got in his hovercraft and sped off.
~*~ A/N: I have no idea how to pull this off.
Chapter Twenty One;
Holly looked at her closet; she had three LEP jumpsuits, an old scrub from when she used to volunteer at the hospital, some jeans, and a few tee shirts and of course, the jammies with the frogs with the big puckered up lips and crowns. She put on her dark jeans and blue tee and some tennis shoes and for the first time in a long while, she went shopping. When she got home she got on the denim skirt, the red ruffled shirt and the five inch platforms. Being the type of girl who never wore high heels, she naturally was uncomfortable, not to mention wobbly.
Then the doorbell rang to the tune of 'Le cucaracha' in gnomish. She stumbled to the door and saw Foally with his tin foil hat on, and had another in his hand, apparently for Holly.
"Foally, I thought you gave up the hat." Then she giggled.
"Yeah, well, I had, but then there was an advance in mud-men technology, plus, you can't forget Fowl and his newfound talent." He replied, and then he stuck the one he had in his hand on her head.
"Fine, if were going to wear these, they might as well look good, I'll be right back." She said, then she went into the house and came back with two red feathers and stuck them in.
"ANTIDISENSTABLISHMENTARIANISM!!!!!" he yelled all the sudden.
"Huh?" said Holly, surprised.
"Did I say that out loud. Sorry, I was deep in thought."
"Cummon lets go, I got reservations at six." With that they got in his hovercraft and sped off.
~*~ A/N: I have no idea how to pull this off.