Episode Ten: In Which Jonathan Wears a Bra

One day, in the jollily jolly land of much jolliness called Tortall, Owen the Incredibly Jolly was having a very jolly time. "Today is a jolly day!"

Lord Wyldon scowled. "Jolly is not in my vocabulary."

"Gasp!" gasped Owen. He fainted from shock.

"Good riddance," Wyldon muttered. Two seconds later, Owen revived and happily sprang to his feet. Wyldon groaned.

"Come on, Stump, don't you want to be jolly?" Owen cried.

"DON'T CALL ME THE STUMP! RARRRRRRRRRRRRGH!" Wyldon became furious and took his anger out on an unsuspecting rock that lay on the ground. The rock died.

"How in the world was it possible for a rock to die?" Owen wondered.

Wyldon shrugged. "I don't know, but go away."

Suddenly, Jon ran by for no reason. "Guess what? I'm wearing a bra!"

A very angry Thayet ran after him. "Jonathan, you haven't been stealing my clothes again, have you? Give it back right now!"

"Uh-oh!" Jon quickly hid underneath a bridge. Thayet went back to her room.

The bridge that Jon was hiding under happened to be inhabited by a vicious, man-eating troll. The troll growled and said, "I spy with my ugly eye... an idiot!"

"Ooh, ooh! Where?" cried Jon. "I want to see him!" The troll handed him a mirror and he looked into it. "Hmm... that idiot looks kind of familiar..." The troll rolled his eyes and smacked himself in the forehead. "Mirror is shiny..." Jon murmured.

"Yes, enough about the mirror," the troll said irritably. "Sit still so I can eat you."

"EEEEK! I WANT MY MOMMY!" Jon let go of the mirror and ran out from other the bridge as fast as he could. The troll was not disappointed however, and he spotted Joren and ate him. "Yum..."

"That was not very jolly," Owen commented.

"Owen, you're giving me a headache," Wyldon whined.

Jon had stopped running away from the troll and was now standing outside doing nothing. "This bra is a bit too tight."

"Then don't wear it," said Wyldon.

"But I love it!"

Suddenly, Lalasa appeared and handed something to Jon. "Here then, I'll give you a custom made one." Jon eagerly took off his old bra and put on the new one. "This one's comfy!"

Alanna was very bothered by what was going on around her. "Jon, are you aware of the fact that you're wearing something that men really shouldn't wear?"

"Well I'm king! And I say that it's okay!"

"Are bras jolly?' Owen asked.

"I guess," Jon said uncertainly.

"Goody! I want one!" Owen stole one of Kel's bras and put it on. "This is quite jolly!"

Cleon appeared in his frilly pink tutu. "Ooh, I want one that will match my tutu!" Daine appeared and handed him a frilly pink bra. "Here, take this. Numair bought it for and I've never worn it! It's so ugly!

Cleon giggled. "I think it's pretty.

"Daine, no!" Numair objected. "I gave you that bra for your birthday! Why!"

"Because it's bright pink and bright pink hurts my eyes," said Daine, quickly thinking up an excuse. "And all those frills are really scratchy."

"Thanks, Daine!" said Cleon happily. He danced away with his ballerina fan club.

"Hey Fred, you're missing out on the new fashion!" Jon said.

"No thanks," said Fred the pickle. "I'm one hundred percent manly."

"Suit yourself," said Jon. "Hey, wait a minute! Fred, how can we be sure that you are male? You're a pickle, and pickles don't have genders!"

"Well I do," Fred replied.

Suddenly, the troll that lived under the bridge came from under his bridge and rampaged around. "Okay, I am extremely hungry!"

Fred winked and gestured at Jon. The troll eagerly grabbed Jon and ate him, bra and all.

Roger was horribly pleased. "Yes! He has at last perished!" he smacked Alex. "Alex, I demand you to be my personal cheerleader.

Alex bowed. "Yes, my master." He put on a cheerleader outfit and started jumping and dancing around. "Give me an R! Give me an O! Give me a G! Give me an E! Give me an-"

"Farewell, cheerleader scum!" said George. He has his amazing thief powers to zap Alex.

Roger was outraged. "He never got to complete his cheer! He only spelled my name out as Roge! My name isn't Roge!"

"Take a chill pill," said Fred the pickle.

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