Howye doin? I'm back with another chapter.

This chapter might be crap, but I've got writers block! Help me! sniff it's a wonder that I got it done.

Ere. Do you notice that every time a character wakes up in my story, they have amnesia until someone or something makes them remember? Wonder why?

I'M SORRY! I'm useless at S,P,G (spelling, punctuation and grammar). And my computer throws up too many spelling stuff that's right, and it's so hard to distinguish between them. So pweese forgwive mwe (in case you're wondering, it's meant to be like that. Just imagine a very annoying younger sibling or cousin after you got angry with them, or just imagine a puppy dog look.)

My wee desktop assistant wizard boyo has fallen asleep. He's standing down at the bottom of the screen snoring his head off. Now that I just wrote that, he's woken up and looking up at the text and now he's looking at me, looking all offended. He's reading it again. Now he's looking from side to side and now he's reading the stuff again. He's just staring at me, blinking. It looks as if he's nodding off again 'cause his heads going up and down. Nope he's reading this again he looked away and a second later he looked at it again. He's really funny. He's reading again! I made him animate and all he done was look down, wave, open his arms, point to a side of the page, look up, make his ears grow (LOL! XD), bend over, make a wee book appear and write in it, make a wee green ball of light appear, pull a trophy out of his robes (yuck, think where it was!), stare at me, hold his arms up in the air as if he was fed up, knock on the computer screen once, look up, stroke his beard, FALL ASLEEP AGAIN, lean over to the side of the page, look now he's just bugging me so bye bye wizard. He he, he's gone. He was eaten by his hat! I'm going to put Clippit on now, ya know, the paperclip. He might be less annoying. Clippit came as a wee bike down his little file page, this looks promising. To find out if he was better, see bottom of page.

Yey I can frigging swear as much as I bloody want now that I bumped the damn rating up to pg-13

A well, on with the story.

OH almost forgot. Trouble fans will like this chapter more than chapter 4 (I think). I was told by a friend to make Trouble less nasty. So unfortunately I have to rejuvenate him to make him a little bit nicer seeming. I can tell you that I'm not too happy about it. I HATE HIM!!!!!!!!!! Well not exactly hate him, I don't like him overly that much.

So let's get on with it.

OH OH! I almost forgot again. This is the chapter where a spin off is going to be born (well conjoined with chapter 4(when I finally finish this story, which I expect will be at least 30 chapters when it's finished )) I love it though it's only in my head yet.

Ditto paragraphs 7 and 9.

Disclaimer: I'm going to trick Mr. Eoin Colfer into signing Art over to me. Plan A includes a pen, a piece of paper which is a contract, a car and a dark room and if that doesn't work, there's always plan B. plan B is a gun. Well not a real gun, but my daddy's got a lighter which looks exactly like a hand gun. It'll scare the shit out of him. Bwhhahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. But until then I don't own anyone who appears anywhere else apart from my fanfic, my mind or my notebook. (It's a cliché I know)

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Except my Were's, any other names? You know for werewolves only their not wolves? Please tell me!

"Ow, my head hurts." Holly had finally woken up in what appeared to be a bush. She was hungry, stiff, cold and her head hurt. She looked up looking at the streaks of orange fill the sky. 'Why am I above ground?' she asked herself, 'why have I got a headache? And where's my helmet?' she sat in the bush wondering the answers to these questions for a few minutes, then she heard the giggling of a human girl. It brought back recent memories 'D'arvit, why did I have to do that? It was so stupid. What was I thinking? Trying to stop Mulch. Suppose I blew my job prospects. Wait. Kelp jumped on top of me, mulch came running with a big branch, what happened after? Well I'll ask Foaly, he undoubtedly saw what happened.' She stood up, testing the strength of her legs, bit shaky, but still ok. Turning around, she looked for her helmet. She could feel the strain of her magic competing with the rays of the sun. Though, truth be told, there wasn't much left. Continuing to search for her helmet, she spotted a half eaten hamburger, this reminded Holly, about when she last had eaten. She stared at it. Would she go that low? To eating something a mud man murdered, and another leaving on the ground? Holly argued with her stomach. In the end she decided to look for something else after she had located the helmet. There, under a bush. She spotted it. She put on her shield and darted over to the other side of the path and into the cover of a rhododendron and unshielded.

"Foaly." She croaked, "You there?"

"Holly. You alright?" Foaly sounded extremely worried.

"Fine, but. What happened?"

"Oh lucky escape elf girl, it almost got ya. I was some state, Damn horse side."

"What do you mean? Why did Kelp attack me? What did that slime ball do to me and Mulch?"

"That slime ball saved your life Holly. There was a Were skulking behind you. That's what Trouble jumped on you for. (A/N Were = werewolf without the wolf part in them (see bottom of fic)) He didn't do anything to Mulch, Hey, Mulch even helped by whacking the scum on the head. Oh and by scum, I mean the Were."

"There was a Were behind me?" she gasped hollowly. "But Trouble whacked me on the head, said that I should check my equipment?"

"Yep. A miss. He was aiming for the Were. And you should check your equipment. It was sneaking up above your head. It was also a near miss for the two lovebirds. It was nearly after Artemis and Juliet too. Don't worry," he added as Holly gasped, "Mulch jumped in and whacked it with the branch again before it could go after them."

"Mmm. I suppose Root's in a bad way?"

"No. To be truthful he's very very angry but he can't fire you because the nettle smoothies had stuff put in them. And before you ask, yes you are allergic, so is half of the LEP. And how did I know that you had a nettle smoothie this morning? Go on ask me."

"Foaly, sorry to say, but I didn't have my usual nettle smoothie last night. I splashed out on a pumpkin smoothie instead."

"Who cares!" he shouted, not in the slightest bit annoyed that he had been proved wrong, "I said to Julius that you had and your touchy mood was because the added sugars made your emotions go stir crazy. Your off the hook, not fired."

Holly could hardly speak. She was so happy and confused and still a bit worried. Despite all the emotions, she managed to compose herself and reached a decision. "I'm going after Mulch." Was all she said.

Damn that's short.

Incase your wondering, Were's are victims to a virus which is present in their blood and saliva. The only purpose Miccia had in this Fic was to boost the niceness of Trouble Kelp. In case your wondering, Miccia is the Were.

Here. A puzzle for you all and for me for that matter. The bottom of Foaly is like a beheaded horse isn't it? Just like the barrel main body, tail and the legs. Would that not be too tall for someone who has to go about with fairies, even if it was the size of a Shetland pony, would his head not hit the ceiling a lot? And another thing to contribute to the height, what's the top of his body? Human or Fairy. The popular image of a centaur is a human top, but would that not be weird for hanging around with Elves and goblins and things? Puzzling stuff. Would you please hit that wee blue button just for the sake of attempting these questions.

I made Clippit do some animations and he wasn't much better than the wizard so I'm going to get rid of them. See ya. Tut tut, all he did was go away; he wasn't as funny as the old geezer wizard man thing.

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