And again! I have a theory that the faster I put new chapters on the more reviews I get...just testing that out...

"What's the laser gun for?" asked Jake, frowning.

"It doesn't have to be for anything. It's just a thing. You know, like the white cat. You've got to have a laser gun," Marco explained.

"Actually," said Rachel, breaking away from Melissa's passionate embrace, "it's for threatening the world leaders, taking over the world and putting a new order of blondes at the top of the hierarchy."

"Oops, my mistake."

"Yet also a cutting-edge and sophisticated fashion statement."

Marco snorted. "Cutting-edge? Every evil villain has a laser gun!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Like hell!" Rachel bitch-slapped Marco around the cheek.

"You go girl!" Melissa shrieked.

Marco gasped and slapped her back.

"You bitch!" Rachel yelled, and yanked down hard on his hair. Marco stamped on her foot ("That's it! Those were Prada!") and things would have probably turned ugly if the two hadn't been distracted by a huge Blade ship landing right next to them.

"Ah," said Marco. "My call got through."

Rachel frowned. "But the only way in here is through the lift!"

"That's what you thought."

"So basically no-one could be bothered to think of a way your person could gain access through the lift."

"Yup."

"So you just exploited a random and continuity-wrecking plothole for the sake of laziness?" Cassie wondered.

"Yep, sounds about right." Marco grinned cheerfully.

{Excuse me? When you're finished? I have been standing here for the last five minutes!}

Visser Three stood leaning against the doorway of the Blade ship, drumming his fingers on the nice paintwork.

"You have Visser Three's number stored on your mobile phone?" exclaimed Jake.

"Why not?"

"Well, you know – erm – it's just – er -," Jake tried to think of a reason, and failed. "I don't know," he said lamely.

{Hello? Waiting here! Time is money you know.}

"Oh, right. Sorry."

{Anyway, I would just like to point out that the role of damn hot and uber-scary supervillain is already taken – and more to the point, copyrighted.} the Visser sniffed.

"Yeah," said Rachel. "But that's okay. The Drode is like, SO into me."

{Not the Drode!}

"Well Crayak doesn't have any lawyers..."

{Not Crayak!}

"Visser One? I thought she was dead?"

{GAH! IT'S ME! ME!} He sniffled and blew his nose. {I mean, how could you think of replacing me? I've been there for you guys. Ever since the first book, I've been there. Chasing you. Attacking you. Forcing you into really disgusting morphs. But do you appreciate it? NO! It's always about the other guys! And now you get some blonde in. It's all about the image, isn't it! I'm just too old now, aren't I! I hit 40, and suddenly none of all that counts.} He burst into tears.

"There there," said Cassie, handing him a tissue. "No-one thinks that..."

{YOU DO! YOU'RE ALL AGAINST ME! NOBODY LOVES ME!}

"I love you!" Jake burst out. The others stared at him and he blushed. "Heheh, oops..."

"But you're so cuuute!" squealed the watching blondes, including Chloe (who kinda disappeared for the last chapter into the fanfiction ethospace...).

The Visser sniffed. "Really?"

"Yeah! Like a PONY!"

{Hmph} Ax pouted from the other end of the hall as he and Tobias trotted towards the Animorphs (Tobias was on Ax's back and Ax was trotting. Tobias wasn't trotting. It would be a lil hard).

{Don't worry Ax} Tobias said gently. {I still think you're cute.}

"So where did you two go anyway?" Marco asked.

{Tobias was riding me!} answered Ax cheerfully.

There was a silence.

{Although, we couldn't get any of the saddles to fit...}

"OH!" Marco exclaimed. "You mean riding like – oh. Haha. I thought...never mind." {Well} said the Visser. {If you still think I'm the supervillain...}

"We do!" said Chloe.

"Like a PONY!" echoed the blondes.

"What is it with blondes and ponies...?" Jake wondered.

Cassie hit him hard, where it hurt (so all that time studying charts of animal anatomy wasn't wasted...) "Don't diss the ponies!" she said angrily.

{And by the way Rachel...} the Visser continued. {I simply LOVE your enormous great big honkin' laser gun. Where did you get it?}

Rachel beamed. {Well, there was this two-for-one sale on in Debenhams...} she began.

"So that's all alright now then. Everyone's happy," Marco said (would you guess?) happily.

"No it's not!" Jake cried. "Me, you and Cassie are still tied up, Visser Three is off discussing laser gun plans and shoe sales with Rachel, and I STILL HAVEN'T HAD ANY CARROT CAKE YET!"

There was stunned silence at this sudden outburst.

"Um, yeah..." Marco answered, "I guess I'd kinda forgotten all that..." He pulled out his phone.

"Who are you calling now?" Cassie asked.

"Wait and see..."

MUAHAHAH!
Well if you don't go away in disgust at such an obvious cliffhanger pointedly designed to make you read the next chapter...well please review and in the meantime wait for the next chapter.

I love reviews. I adore reviews. So please review.

Otherwise, may the upside-down pink laser gun zap you and may I unleash the curse of the Evil Undead Masked Biscuit Vampires upon you.