Hey everyone! Hope you all had a nice Easter! Oh my Christ! I just got Charlie Chaplin's "City Lights" and "The Circus" - they are two of the most incredibly splendiferous, fantastical movies I have EVER seen!!! After 5 years of wanting to see these films - I finally have them! Yay - Jack cookies and martinis all around - on the house.

13/4/04 *NEWS FLASH - I just saw Secret Window yesterday - Oh my golly gosh, it was sooooo awesome! The twist was really neat. Can I ask everyone's opinion on something? At the end, Johnny actually combs his hair and changes his glasses from thick(ish) plastic to wire frames. Am I the only one who thought he looked WWAAYY hotter with the whole disheveled, unkempt look? And looked better with his original glasses? Hmmmm . . . .*Sigh* I loved that movie, I really need to see it again!

Sorry about that, but I was too excited!

Disclaimer - We all know I DON'T own Sam, all though I may one day *sigh* (well, I can dream can't I?)

OK, well here comes chapter 11 . . .

Sam had ended up getting quite snuggled up and almost comfortable on the rough branch of the gigantic oak tree. He had been dreaming of Joon's sunny smile and her breakfast smoothies, so when he woke up, he was not pleased to be interrupted of such sweet images. Sam twitched his nose and stretched his arms out lazily. He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep. Sam sleepily dug his hand in his pocket for his pocket watch. After rummaging about a for a minute, panic set in. Where was it? Sam's eyes flicked open and found his answer. The first evidence of daylight had set in, which allowed Sam to see what he was face to face with -

"CHIPMUNK!!!" Sam cried out, clamping his hand over his mouth immediately. An evil chipmunk, who had his filthy little paws on his pocket watch! Chipmunks . . . Sam shuddered. Chipmunks equaled bad. He had had some . . . bad experiences with chipmunks in the past, and this little critter wasn't helping.

Calming himself, Sam slowly reached his hand over to the chipmunk. "C'mon little guy, give Sam back his pocket watch" Sam called softly in a sing-
song voice. The chipmunk simply crinkled his nose at him and scampered away in the opposite direction. 'No-no-no!' Sam pleaded silently. Sighing, Sam fixed his hat firmly on his head and pulled on his backpack, making chase to the nasty little chipmunk. Higher and higher he climbed, faster and faster. When Sam was finally once again face to face with the chipmunk, he struck an idea. He reached up and pulled out a cookie from under his hat. The chipmunk stopped and stared. "Yeah, you like cookies, don't you little fella". Sam leant over offering the tempting cookie. The chipmunk scrambled over and started to take the cookie. Sam cleared his throat, glaring at the chipmunk. The chipmunk looked up and dropped the watch back in Sam's hand
before snatching the cookie and scurrying away.

Sam sighed with relief. 'Whew, that was a close one' he thought with a smile. That smile, soon left, as Sam heard a distinct cracking of wood. 'Oh boy' Sam thought as he fell a very long way down back to earth. "!"

Sam thanked his lucky stars that the gardener had gone a little overboard with the hosing, which had made the ground nice and soft - and incredibly muddy. "Ouch ouch". Sam cried out as he gingerly got up. 'Good, my legs still work. That's always a plus'. Unfortunately, Sam was not out of the clear yet. The racket that he had made had drawn the attention of hospital security. "Hey you!" a guard yelled across the lawn from the door.
'OK, this is probably my cue to exit - stage left!' Sam shoved the watch back in his pocket and dashed comically towards the fence, leaping over it in a single bound.

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Joon woke with a start. 'What on earth is happening out there?!' Joon thought irritably. Sighing, she sat up and swung her legs around to the side of the bed, throwing the covers off and padded over to the window, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Joon pulled apart the two curtains to see what was - hey, what is this? Eyeing a small box with a large red ribbon on her window sill, Joon carefully opened her window and cautiously picked the parcel up. Joon inspected the mysterious parcel thoughtfully as she sat back down on her bed. Shrugging, she pulled the red ribbon slowly. The top of the box popped open to reveal a jack-in-the-box, which Joon then proceeded to extract from the box. Now in clear view, she inspected her present. It looked just like the one Sam had given her that day she had kicked him out for cleaning the house - of all things. Joon chuckled, then paused. No, it
was going to take a LOT more than cute do-dads to make Joon forgive him. 'But, I guess it wouldn't hurt to wind it up just once' she thought playfully.

Holding the jack-in-the-box firmly with her left hand, cranking with the right, she grinned as box tinkled the "Pop Goes The Weasel" song, then POP! The lid popped opened to reveal the cute, brightly coloured jester inside - but something was different . . . there was a small note sticky taped to the little jester's hand. Frowning, Joon ripped the note from it's hand and opened it. Joon gave a soft gasp, and her icy demeanor began to thaw a immediately. The note said:

"PLEZE CUM TO THE PARKE AT 2 PM" and was composed in Sam's unique childish scrawl. Joon knew that Sam only wrote when absolutely necessary, and when he did - it was usually for a pretty good reason. Joon glanced at the clock, 'boy, it's only 6am!' Joon yawned and settled back in her bed. She would be allowed to leave in a few hours, better get a little rest before . . . Joon had already drifted back into a deep sleep, but she still held the tiny note safely in her hand. A small smile creased her face as she began to dream of . . . Sam.

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After losing the security guard, Sam had decided to go for a brief walk through the park. Sam wished he had his cane right about now, as his legs seemed to be doing their own thing, causing him to sway uneasily as he moved - plus, with the mud drying on his clothes - it was getting a little hard to move. He had left his cane with Ruthy, thinking he wouldn't need it in the tree. Sam shook his head - never again.
Sighing, he hoped that Joon would come at 2 o'clock. He didn't know what he would do if she didn't. He had wanted to write the note himself, instead of Ruthy. It would have been considerably easier to read if Ruthy HAD wrote the note, but it wouldn't have been as . . . personal. Sam wanted to let Joon know, that he was sincere and really did want to make things better.

Sam tipped his hat as two early morning joggers ran by. Sam wondered why they looked at him funny. Oh well. By the time he reached Ruthy's diner, Sam was in dire need of some breakfast - he had given his only snack to the evil little chipmunk. Ruthy was just wiping over the tables before going home - and before the majority of customers would come in for breakfast. Sam flung open the doors to the diner exhaustedly. Ruthy paused, looking Sam up and down.
"Ah, what happened to you?" Ruthy asked, trying to hide an amused smile.
"Chipmunk" Sam replied with a shudder.
Ruthy quirked a confused eyebrow. Sam staggered over to the table before collapsing onto a nearby stool. Ruthy rushed over, a concerned expression on her face. Sam lifted his head from the table, "Fear... Fear... Utter fear. Chipmunks! Chipmunks scare me. That's all I'm going to say." Ruthy nodded sympethetically and handed Sam his cane, which he gratefully took.
"I'll go get you some breakfast. All right?" Sam nodded. When Sam could hear Ruthy rattling things in the kitchen, Sam quickly gave his cane a quick hug "I'll never go anywhere without you EVER AGAIN" Sam whispered.
"Did you say something?" Ruthy called out. "Nope" Sam called back. Clearing his throat, he leant his cane beside his chair. Ruthy came out with a with a bowl of Captain Crunch, and some paper towels. "Ah . . .so, how did it go?" Ruthy inquired. Sam simply gave a weary thumbs up. Just as Sam was about to eat a spoonful of cereal, Ruthy grabbed his face, turned it towards her, and wiped it carefully with the paper towels.
"That's a little better. You looked like you were having an Al Jolsen moment there" Ruthy said with a laugh. "The front of your clothes are a little . . . uh, dirty. I'll see if there is something out back we can put you in for now" Sam just smiled.

Half an hour later, Ruthy drove them home, Sam was wearing an large old potato sack with holes in the sides for arms. Ruthy shrugged "It's all I had, unless you wanted to wear my pink waitress uniform home" Sam thought about this for a moment . . .

Well, there you go. Golly, I think there is only a couple of chapters left. I'll be sad, I've had great fun writing this. What could I do next? I'd like to stick to Johnny movies, but I don't know which one to do. There are way too many POTC one's - and what I mean by that is, I'd never be able to measure up to some of the great stories that are already out there. Plus, I like to fill Johnny fan fiction niches - like Benny and Joon. So if anyone has any ideas, please tell me - because I'm unoriginal and very indecisive - sometimes I have to ask my friends what flavor juice I should have for lunch. Yes - I am THAT bad. So go ahead, make my day - *gestures towards the little purple button* reviews are great - especially when they are for me. Thanks again for reading!