(As of right now, at 9:15 p.m., I have counted the votes, and any votes received after this time will not be counted. The final score was a tie between the pie convention and a vending machine. So.....I'm just gonna put both of them in the story.)

Hunter had just had his splinter removed and was now in top physical condition. He went to the World Championship Gymnastics Competition and proved it too. Now they were ready to go find Clem. "Hey, guys?" asked Skip. "We're kinda tired, you know, with the whole kidnapping thing and all, and we were wondering if we could go home and take a nap and then come back?"

"Sure." said Spyro. The Ninja Goats jumped off the floating chunk of land with their parachutes. "Ok, anyone else wanna leave?"

"No, we're good."

"All right then! Let's go...." Spyro stopped and spun around, and then fell over. "...that way!" he said, pointing in the direction he had fallen. They walked that way for a while. "Look! Clem tracks!" said Elora, pointing. Sure enough, those were Clem's tracks, and his track shoes, and his track shirt, and his track pants. And there was also a sign that said 'Clem was here'

"Do you think Clem went this way?" asked Hunter. The Angry Mob studied all the tracks very closely under a microscope. "I think so." said Spyro. "But there's only one way to know for sure. Follow those tracks!" Just then the yellow line walked out from behind a tree. "Hey! Around here we follow the yellow line!" he said.

"Sorry." said Bianca. The yellow line put on his walking shoes. "Ok, now follow me." They followed the yellow line as he led them to a pie convention. "Why did you take us to a pie convention?!?" demanded Hunter. "We're looking for Clem!"

"Hey, you're the one who followed me!" said the yellow line and it went off somewhere. "So now we're at a pie convention." said Bianca. "Would Clem be at a pie convention?"

Just then Clem stepped up to a microphone on the stage. "Hi, ladies and gentleman, and welcome to the 25th annual pie convention! I'm your host, Clem, and I've turned evil and am currently planning to take over the world! So have fun at the convention!"

Everyone at the pie convention stared at Clem with a look of horror. Clem cleared his throat. "Ahem, um...did I mention that this year we have pie vending machines?"

Everyone cheered and went back to what they were doing. "Quick! We've got to do something to stop Clem from being the host of this pie convention!" shouted Spyro. "And I don't wanna hear any buts about it!"

"Um, what do we do?" asked Hunter.

"Here's the plan, we divide up, and one half goes that way, the other goes some other way. We dodge around suspiciously while the Mission Impossible theme kicks in and then meet back here! Go! Go! Go!"

They split up and went two different ways as the Mission Impossible theme kicked in. Spyro rolled behind a plant, climbed up a column, and using some suction cups crawled across the ceiling. Hunter shot a grappling hook onto the chandelier and climbed up it. Elora pulled out a spoon and dug a tunnel all the way across the grounds. Bianca darted behind tables and pies, and then put on a false mustache.

Suddenly, the music started to sound funny. "Hunter, hit the CD player, it's skipping again." Hunter slapped the CD player, which immediately stopped skipping and sat down. They all continued darting around suspiciously until the song ended. "Ok, does anyone have any idea of what that was supposed to accomplish?" asked Spyro. "'Cause I sure don't!"

"I've got an idea!" said Hunter. "FOOD FIGHT!" he grabbed the nearest pie and threw it. Soon the air was full of flying pies.......only no one at the pie convention was throwing them. The Angry Mob were the only ones throwing pies. "Oh, no!" screamed Elora. "These people must be so completely dumb that they have absolutely no idea that pies were meant to be thrown.

The pie convention-goers just stood there. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" THE HORROR!" yelled the Angry Mob. Clem laughed evilly. "Yes, that's right! I know you cannot stand people who will not get involved in a food fight! Soon you will be totally helpless!"

The Angry Mob writhed on the floor. "Can't go on. The people are too boring!" said Spyro. "We're doomed!"

"NOT TODAY!" shouted a lone, caped figure on the horizon. It stepped into the light. "Gasp!" said Hunter. "It's the pizza guys of Avalar!"

The Angry Mob let out a hoarse cheer. "Never fear, Angry Mob, we are professional pizza guys!" They threw themselves among the motionless crowd and started throwing pizzas. "Quick! Break open this vending machine and get the pies out!" sone pizza guy shouted. "We need more ammo!"

Soon the whole convention was covered with tomato sauce and fruit filling. All the conventioneers were taking naps. "Strength....returning.....boring.....people....defeated....I feel good again!" shouted Spyro. The Angry Mob stood up. "Thank you, pizza guys!" they said. "Think nothing of it." said the pizza guys. "We're just doing our job." the pizza guys then went back to where they came from.

Ok, so this chapter's a little short. But here's what you're voting for next. This time, vote for the line you want to hear said in the next chapter.

A- "What piñata?"

B- "Ok! Who filled the minivan with cream cheese?!?!"

C- "Will you forget about the stupid possum and help me THINK?!?!"

D- "Oh, by the way, I forgot to fix the emergency brake."

Once again, you have untill next Monday to vote!