Broken Strings By HamClover

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Ohhh, man! My stupid Internet has been down for the past three days! I can't believe I survived it! Throws computer into boiling pit of lava Muwahahaha! Okay, well, since I haven't written in about three days, please don't get upset it people seem a little out of character. I need to get back into the hang of things! Final chapter! XD

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Chapter 9:

It was the next day. The party was standing on a road. Gladys stood next to Errol, Jingle and Herbert standing in front of them.

"Jingle, do we have to split up? I mean, you can stay with me and Errol for a while!" She whined.

Jingle smiled and strummed his now fixed guitar. How did it get fixed, you ask? Heh, that's for you to figure out for yourself. (A/N: Don't hurt me! runs away from angry readers AHHH!)

"Me and Herbert have other places to go..." He said.

"...Like where?" Errol asked rather flatly.

"I have a few friends off that way, one of them is called Ham N' Cheese. Cool guy, yes."

"....Ham N' Cheese!?" Errol scoffed.

"What kind of name is that!?" Gladys giggled. Jingle shrugged.

After hanging out with two goofballs like Jingle and Errol, Gladys realized that maybe she should act a little more childish; when she feels like it.

"Oinky!" Herbert squealed, munching on a piece of corn he had found in a field.

Jingle nodded at Herbert.

"Herbert here says its time to go." He stated.

Gladys sniffed. "Do you have to go? Really?" She pleaded.

"I am going."

Gladys walked up and hugged Jingle.

"Oh thank-q! Thank-q! Thank-q!" She cried.

"...For what?" Jingle asked.

"For being with me!"

Jingle smiled and crouched down to the tiny Gladys. He held a broken guitar string in his paw.

"Here, keep it." He said.

Gladys held the string and carefully inspected it.

"Why...?" She sniffed.

"Oh, I don't know."

Errol snorted and crossed his arms.

"Well that's real sentimental!" He said sarcastically.

Gladys stood up and gave Errol a menacing stare.

"You idiot! That's not polite!"

"Oh? Why?"

"Cause!"

"Pssh."

"ERROL!"

Jingle stood up, swinging his guitar around his back, hopped up on Herbert.

"Hey," He said.

Gladys and Errol stopped arguing (or more like flirting) and stared at him.

"Take care,"

And walking off in the distance, Gladys and Errol watched Jingle and Herbert disappear.

A few minutes later, Errol sighed and glomped Gladys' paw.

"Well," He began.

"Shall we depart?"

Gladys smiled graciously at Errol.

"Let's go!"

ANNNNNND That's THE END

(A/N: Augh, sorry about the unexplained guitar fixing thing. I think it ruined the story. I had a writer's block. Ugh. Okay! Well, my next fic should be up within a few days. It's called As Seen On TV)