Well, hello again, everyone. Sorry that I haven't updated Spyrocitor 2 in almost a month, but you know how life is.

Roo: Yeah, not conductive to your schedule, TTE.

And, as I said before, in all of the chapters of Spyrocitor and now again here in Spyrocitor 2, I don't own Spyro or Ratchet and Clank... or BTTF. I also don't own the Angry Mob, which I thank panthergirl for letting me use.

Wex: Well, why don't we start the main story? Was it a sunny day in Avalar?

Nope, actually...

It was a mildly overcast day in Avalar. The weather had been bad lately, and Spyro hadn't been to Avalar in over a week due to the "crocodile problem" that the Dragon World had. But now, finally in his return to his friends in Avalar, he could have all the fun he wanted!

"I'm bored."

Or not.

"Hey, Spyro! There's a story in the newspaper about the croc problem in the Dragon World. Apparently, a small grey dragon lied about it." Hunter yelled to his friend on the other side of the pool in Autumn Plains.

"That's just great, Hunter."

"Hey, there's a small uprising of fodder in the Forgotten Realms, do ya think we should stop them?"

"Naw, the citizens can probably keep them down. There haven't really been any Angry Mob-neccessary activities in the past few months."

"Hey, Spyro," Elora asked, "What was our disguise anyway... birdwatching?"

Spyro really paid attention to this. "What, Elora, what?"

"No, Elora, Spyro's a– mmmf." Spyro clamped his claw over Hunter's mouth, preventing him from saying the word.

"What was Hunter trying to say, Spyro?" Elora said with a smile, "I remember when you got trampled by the ninja goats while they were going to a demonstration that they were late for, and then you said you were birdwatching, but I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

"Oh, he was going to say that I called Ratchet just a while ago and he said that it's been pretty boring since he came here."

"Well, why doesn't he come back then?"

"Oh, he's had interviews and–" Spyro started to say while a silvery cloud formed around Elora's head. "Uh, Elora, you look a little..."

"Could you stop yelling, Spyro? Jeez!"

Bianca, who was reading the "Magic and Animal Care" section of the paper that Hunter was reading, looked up at Elora after her outburst. What she saw horrified her. "Elora," she said, "Look into the pool, you'll wanna see this."

Elora saw her reflection and didn't believe her eyes. Her ears were over four feet long, stretching down to her ankles and now picking up sounds from all over Avalar. "They're–they're– HUGE!" she screamed. "How can I get anywhere in life with these gigantic things?!"

"Well, Elora," Spyro said as he wrapped his arm around her, "We should probably ask the— AH-CHOO! —Professor about it. He can help you."

The group of four walked toward the portal that would instantly transport them to the southern hemisphere of Avalar, the Forgotten Realms, where the Professor's lab was located. Unfortunately, when they got there, they were met by a large and angry mob of people from everywhere on the planet! Spyro pushed to the front of the mob and found that the root of the problem wasn't the Professor helping people; instead it was a very large potted plant.

"This plant is an unnecessary obstruction! I need to find out what's wrong with me immediately!" Sergeant Byrd, normally the calm and collected navy blue penguin, who was now s a strange rainbow of colors, said.

"Spyro, eb buegno per velrve," Shelia said, speaking in a weird foreign language, "Podelt kaylmart elos plugnt?"

"Shelia, I don't know what's going on or why you're not speaking English, but I'll take care of this stupid plant! Stand back, everyone!"

The whole crowd that was collected around the plant and Spyro backed up a few steps, but just as Spyro was about to flame the plant and destroy it, he sneezed again. He regained his composure and again prepared to fire. He blew his fiery breath out and expected that the plant would be either completely scorched and easily removable, or even that it would be destroyed. Unfortunately, it was neither! Spyro tried to destroy it again, and this time it didn't work either. He kept trying and trying, and eventually just gave up and rammed his horns straight into the plant's pot.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing? Lay off or I'll use my blaster!" the crowd heard Agent 9's voice, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Up here, you idiots!"

The entire crowd turned from where they were looking to see Agent 9's monkey face superimposed on the gigantic plant's fat stem.

"AAAAH! MONSTER PLANT!" Hunter yelled and ran off to the left of the plant, only to return within seconds from the other direction.

"Agent 9?" Spyro said dubiously, "What happened to you?"

"Beats me, Spyro. One minute I was shooting Rhynocs that were running around here as part of the Professor's security patrol, and the next minute I'm a plant!"

"Can we see the Professor?" Bianca asked the monkey plant, "We really need his help."

"I don't know if you really want to see him in his condition," Agent 9 replied, pointing to the Professor's lab, "but he's in there."

Ech: Now Spyrocitor 2's getting going. And hopefully you all won't have to wait until June to get the second chapter.

Yeah, especially since at this time next month I'm going to the DeLorean car show.

Antiech: And he'll be back soon after, but we know you don't want to wait forever anyway.

Platypous: So review!

Antiroo: And stay tuned for the next chapter of Spyrocitor 2: The Destructive Disease!

Princess Aquaech: A note from me, the only native Echish speaker here, to you, the readers: The language that Shelia was speaking was Echish, an offshoot of Spanish that TTE made up in his Spanish II class last year. It may be hard to understand at first, but if you know Spanish, it gets easy. Don't worry, if you want, in your review you can tell TTE to have me translate for Shelia. It's realy no problem. Pueg, esco velrech o ul temprok mase tardek!