(Due to a complaint that there isn't enough education in this story, Clem the tech guy will be inserting random educational comments between paragraphs. I'd like to use this author's note to say thank youfor your reviews! You're a beautiful audience!... except for that guy in seat twelve.)

The pizza guys of Avalar were nervous. They had been attacked by fodder just because they had an expired coupon. They would have been in desperate need of therapy had it not been for The Angry Mob!

(E.C. stands for Educational Comment.)

Meanwhile, while the pizza guys were busy with the first paragraph, the Angry Mob (disguised as a mild-mannered bird watching club) was in New York City, having one heck of a time trying to get a taxi.

"Taxi! Taxi!" yelled Bianca as another cab sped by. She sighed. "It's no use! No one wants to pick up a large bird watching society!"

(E.C. 2 X 2 4)

"Why do we have to be disguised as a mild-mannered bird watching society?" complained Agent 9. "Why couldn't we be disguised as a mild-mannered karate class, or a gun club or something?"

"Because birdwatchers attract less attention!" snapped Spyro. "Now let's go to a bus stop, these taxis are getting on my nerves!" They were almost to the bus stop when Hunter fell on the ground and started twitching.

"Angry Mob senses...tingling...someone's in...trouble..." he said.

Elora poked him in the ribs. "You goofball! We don't have Angry Mob senses!"

(E.C. The Declaration of Independence was signed on July 4 1776.)

Hunter sat up. "Then why do I have this tingling sensation?" he asked.

"Because you just ate twenty-two chili dogs." said Sheila as she handed him some Maalox. Hunter drank some Maalox, just as a pitchfork-shaped signal appeared in the sky. A goat walked by, whistling.

(E.C. The three kinds of rocks are igneous, sedimentary, and metamorphic.)

"Someone needs the Angry Mob! We must act!" Spyro said.

They found a nearby locker room and removed their bird watching disguises and hopped on their motorcycles that had suddenly appeared there and they were off to Avalar.

(E.C. A verb is a word that describes an action.)

There they found that the Evil Fodder of Avalar (EFA) had tied up all of the pizza guys and were now holding them hostage. "Now, for the last time," Sandy was saying. "We want a large pizza with extra cheese, two medium pepperoni pizzas, and five Cokes to go!"

Then Sandy noticed-

(E.C. French fries were not invented in France.)

Ahem! Then Sandy noticed the Angry Mob coming towards them on motorcycles. They waved their torches and pitchforks in a threatening manner. The EFA started to run, but the Angry Mob caught up with them and-

(E.C. In tennis, the word for zero points is 'love'.)

-ran over them.

The EFA was flat as a pancake. The pizza guys cheered and were untied. "Thank you so much Angry Mob!" they said, their happy faces just glowing with joy.

"It was nothing." said Elora. The pizza guys began to sing, forcing the Angry Mob to put duct tape over their mouths. Then the Evil Ghost Duck appeared and-

(E.C. Magma is underground, lava is above ground.)

Spyro glared at Clem who was holding up his E.C. sign. "Who wants to get Clem and settle this tomorrow?" he asked. The Angry Mob, EFA, and the Evil Ghost Duck raised their hands. "CHARGE!" shouted Sandy.

"Um, guys?" said Clem, "Look, can't we talk this over? I didn't mean to interrupt! I'm sorry! I'll be good, I promise!"

And so the Angry Mob (along with the EFA and the Evil Ghost Duck) beat the snot out of Clem, trampled him with cleats, tied him up, set fire to his pants, and threw him off a cliff. "Ok, now that he's gone, where were we?" asked Spyro.

"You had just defeated us and the evil ghost duck appeared." said Sandy.

"Good, we'll start from there tomorrow." They all said goodbye and went home, leaving the pizza guys to get the duct tape off themselves.

The Next Day

"C'mon, Agent 9 hurry up!" yelled Bianca through the door of the phone booth. The Angry Mob was unable to find a nearby locker room or restroom so they had to take turns in the local phone booth. "Hold your horses! I'm coming!" Agent 9 yelled back.

He came out of the phone booth in his Angry Mob clothes. "Finally! Now, go hide in those bushes so no one will see who you really are." said Elora. (They had to keep their secret identity secret. It would look suspicious if members of the Angry Mob were seen waiting around a phone booth with members of a mild-mannered bird watching club.)

As Agent 9 went and hid in the bushes with some other already-dressed members of the Angry Mob, the videotape paused. "Aha!" said Sandy.

The EFA was busy watching the tape from their hidden camera. How they got a hidden camera, I don't know. "So, the Angry Mob is really Spyro, Hunter, Elora, Bianca, Sheila, Agent 9, Bentley, Sgt. Byrd, Gnasty Gnorc, Ripto, the Sorceress, and twenty-five random characters from all over disguised as a mild-mannered bird watching club!"

"Wow, its like, the perfect disguise!" exclaimed Carl.

"The Angry Mob disguised as a mild-mannered bird watching group, who would have guessed." said Dan.

"Well, now we can go tell the world who the Angry Mob really is, and then they'll always be swarmed by fans that they will not be able to stop us!" (Cue evil guy theme music.)

The EFA looked around. "Where is that music coming from?" asked Floyd.

The Angry Mob waited. They were in a large city, the place where they and the evil ghost duck had agreed to meet and finish their battle before they were so RUDELY interrupted by certain educational comments.

(E.C. Well excuuuuuse me!)

Shut up. Anyhoo, the Angry Mob was waiting in the middle of a large city. They were disguised as the mild-mannered birdwatching society. (The evil ghost duck said they could change when he got there.)

Suddenly, Sandy the Sheep appeared with a bullhorn and stood up on a table. "BEHOLD! I come to you with great news!" he announced. (Cue dramatic music.) Sandy looked around. "Where is that music coming from?" he asked.

All the people stopped what they were doing to listen. "I am about to reveal to you, the secret identity of the Angry Mob!" bellowed Sandy.

"The Angry Mob is really... THEM!" he yelled, pointing at the Angry Mob in disguise. Everyone looked at the Angry Mob (in disguise!) who were busy whistling innocently.

"That mild-mannered birdwatching society? You've gotta be kidding!" someone shouted. Sandy turned on his bullhorn again. "Yes! It's them! They are the ones who are the ruthless, terrorizing crime fighters!" he yelled.

Everyone looked at the Angry Mob (Still in disguise) who were looking through their binoculars at a bluebird perched on a tree three feet away. The people glared at Sandy. The sheep threw down his bullhorn in disgust. "You people are hopeless!" he said.

And with that, he went back to the EFA's secret lair. Everyone else went back to what they were doing. The evil ghost duck walked up. "Quack quack, quack quack?"

"Yeah, let's roll." said Spyro. They faced off and before the duck could do anything, the Angry Mob had put on their cleats and attempted to trample him. Unfortunately, they just went right through him.

They then pulled out a rifle and the duck got scared and flew off. (Yes, I know it's lame but I wanted to hurry up and get to the next part!) "We have triumphed over the evil ghost duck!" exclaimed Hunter. (Cue happy music.) The Angry Mob looked around. "Where's that music coming from?" asked Agent 9.

The goat walked by, whistling. Spyro sighed in disgust, and tapped on the goat's shoulder. She turned around. "Yes?" she asked.

"I've seen you walk by whistling in every one of our adventures," Spyro started, "and each time, I've been meaning to ask you this question: who are you and why are you whistling!"

(Will the goat answer? Will the story continue to be interesting? Stay tuned and find out!)