Lutefa: Oh this is a PROM dress *gags even more* I *hate* dresses period.
Mage Kitty: TSDADAP?? Wtf is that? ONLY SIX MORE CHAPTERS OF FC!?!?! *falls on the floor bawling* NO you cannot do this nooooo...
Happynutcase#1: Hello! Heh, now I know what OC and IC mean. Woah! Cool EVERY CHAPTER!!! I like... I like, AFH, hurry up with it!
Kelsey(): I guess we'll find out eh? Yeah, I guess the things screwed believe me, it's like that ALL the time. Sorry heh, I just needed a laugh.
Captian Amy: We can only hope...
Slimefrog: *backs away from the extremely pissed off slimefrog* down girl...down...ROLL OVER!
Captian Amy: Wait, how did you review TWICE?? The reviewing thing's screwed I think. Yeah, I love Foaly too!
Chapter 10, Pulling together pieces, one by one
Foaly sat up in his chair, giggling while painting his toenails.
"Oh, pink is like, totally pretty!"
There was a buzz at the door. Foaly clumsily pressed the door-release button. Trouble looked around and entered cautiously.
"Foaly what happ-"
Foaly broke out in a fit of giggling. Ha, you're wearing a suit!"
Trouble raised his eyebrow. "Well Foaly, I hate to break it to you, but you're wearing nothing..."
Foaly looked down and screamed. He quickly ushered Trouble out. Trouble stumbled out the door stuttering.
"But where's Grub?"
Foaly did his quick useless thinking. "Uh, I don't know."
Trouble shot him a glance. "I know you know Foaly."
Foaly truly didn't know, but to shut Trouble up, he made up something.
"At a prom, yes, downtown." He secretly said to himself, "That should keep him away for a while."
Trouble nodded. Ok, I'll be back here in 5 minutes I just have to get into my suit."
Foaly giggled, "Really, I thought you were in one!"
Trouble smacked his head. "No, my LEP uniform suit thing."
Foaly giggled and walked out of the Ops Booth. Trouble just stared at him wildly.
~The Ball~
Holly was refusing altogether to dance with Root, though her struggling was none but a struggle of a dying ant. She screamed and said mumble jumble about how dresses were tomboy clothes.
"Look how baggy it is. Uh, what does baggy mean?"
Root was an inch away from hiding from Holly, but Holly found him the last time, only because she checked under a table.
"Rut, when waaaaallllll wa go twa dance and dwance trogether?"
Root screamed and ran around in circle then stopped when everybody started staring. He had an idea, a good one too.
"Hey Holly, how would you like to be kidnapped?"
Holly frowned. "What's that?"
Root smiled. "It's when you go for a vacation, a trip away from your house!"
Holly nodded. "Ok...ok! I'll do it!"
~Ops Booth~
Trouble screamed as he walked into the Ops Booth. There in front of him, was Foaly, in a pink and purple polka dotted and striped dress.
"Oh, you like it?"
Trouble nodded sweating. "Er, Foaly, are you ok?"
Foaly twirled around, knocking things off their shelves. "Yes, perfectly fine!"
Trouble ran off, hoping to clear this mess up.
~The Ball~
Root waltzed Holly around the ballroom, people staring at them from the corners of their eyes. Even though Holly hated Root, he still was the best dancer ever. He carried her and put her on the sofa, and left to talk with other people. Holly wandered off into the corner, where the emergency exit was. There was a little switch beside the door on the wall. It said,
"Fire Alarm, Pull in Emergencies"
Holly tried to read it,
"Fir Art, full...of Urgency....Wow, I want a fir coat!"
She pulled the alarm and the ringers went off, people stopped for a second, then started screaming and running like mad chickens. Root scooped up Holly and ran towards the main doors, where he was stopped.
"Excuse us, Mister. Drop the female."
Root stopped still in his tracks. "Trouble?"
Holly started laughing like a twit. "Hey, there's that cab driver we had, the one that never shows his face!"
Trouble stepped closer to the cab driver that was beside him. "Yes it's that cab driver."
The cab driver had his head down. But when Trouble spoke his words, he lifted his head, along with a gun.
~*^ ^*~
Woohoo! A long chapter! Cliffies are my friend! *frying pans start growling* No! I'm your best friends forever. *their mood doesn't change* I only like cliffie so I can torture readers! *frying pan cheer* Review please!
Yours until woodpeckers stop pecking my grandma,
.::~The OddBird~::.
Mage Kitty: TSDADAP?? Wtf is that? ONLY SIX MORE CHAPTERS OF FC!?!?! *falls on the floor bawling* NO you cannot do this nooooo...
Happynutcase#1: Hello! Heh, now I know what OC and IC mean. Woah! Cool EVERY CHAPTER!!! I like... I like, AFH, hurry up with it!
Kelsey(): I guess we'll find out eh? Yeah, I guess the things screwed believe me, it's like that ALL the time. Sorry heh, I just needed a laugh.
Captian Amy: We can only hope...
Slimefrog: *backs away from the extremely pissed off slimefrog* down girl...down...ROLL OVER!
Captian Amy: Wait, how did you review TWICE?? The reviewing thing's screwed I think. Yeah, I love Foaly too!
Chapter 10, Pulling together pieces, one by one
Foaly sat up in his chair, giggling while painting his toenails.
"Oh, pink is like, totally pretty!"
There was a buzz at the door. Foaly clumsily pressed the door-release button. Trouble looked around and entered cautiously.
"Foaly what happ-"
Foaly broke out in a fit of giggling. Ha, you're wearing a suit!"
Trouble raised his eyebrow. "Well Foaly, I hate to break it to you, but you're wearing nothing..."
Foaly looked down and screamed. He quickly ushered Trouble out. Trouble stumbled out the door stuttering.
"But where's Grub?"
Foaly did his quick useless thinking. "Uh, I don't know."
Trouble shot him a glance. "I know you know Foaly."
Foaly truly didn't know, but to shut Trouble up, he made up something.
"At a prom, yes, downtown." He secretly said to himself, "That should keep him away for a while."
Trouble nodded. Ok, I'll be back here in 5 minutes I just have to get into my suit."
Foaly giggled, "Really, I thought you were in one!"
Trouble smacked his head. "No, my LEP uniform suit thing."
Foaly giggled and walked out of the Ops Booth. Trouble just stared at him wildly.
~The Ball~
Holly was refusing altogether to dance with Root, though her struggling was none but a struggle of a dying ant. She screamed and said mumble jumble about how dresses were tomboy clothes.
"Look how baggy it is. Uh, what does baggy mean?"
Root was an inch away from hiding from Holly, but Holly found him the last time, only because she checked under a table.
"Rut, when waaaaallllll wa go twa dance and dwance trogether?"
Root screamed and ran around in circle then stopped when everybody started staring. He had an idea, a good one too.
"Hey Holly, how would you like to be kidnapped?"
Holly frowned. "What's that?"
Root smiled. "It's when you go for a vacation, a trip away from your house!"
Holly nodded. "Ok...ok! I'll do it!"
~Ops Booth~
Trouble screamed as he walked into the Ops Booth. There in front of him, was Foaly, in a pink and purple polka dotted and striped dress.
"Oh, you like it?"
Trouble nodded sweating. "Er, Foaly, are you ok?"
Foaly twirled around, knocking things off their shelves. "Yes, perfectly fine!"
Trouble ran off, hoping to clear this mess up.
~The Ball~
Root waltzed Holly around the ballroom, people staring at them from the corners of their eyes. Even though Holly hated Root, he still was the best dancer ever. He carried her and put her on the sofa, and left to talk with other people. Holly wandered off into the corner, where the emergency exit was. There was a little switch beside the door on the wall. It said,
"Fire Alarm, Pull in Emergencies"
Holly tried to read it,
"Fir Art, full...of Urgency....Wow, I want a fir coat!"
She pulled the alarm and the ringers went off, people stopped for a second, then started screaming and running like mad chickens. Root scooped up Holly and ran towards the main doors, where he was stopped.
"Excuse us, Mister. Drop the female."
Root stopped still in his tracks. "Trouble?"
Holly started laughing like a twit. "Hey, there's that cab driver we had, the one that never shows his face!"
Trouble stepped closer to the cab driver that was beside him. "Yes it's that cab driver."
The cab driver had his head down. But when Trouble spoke his words, he lifted his head, along with a gun.
~*^ ^*~
Woohoo! A long chapter! Cliffies are my friend! *frying pans start growling* No! I'm your best friends forever. *their mood doesn't change* I only like cliffie so I can torture readers! *frying pan cheer* Review please!
Yours until woodpeckers stop pecking my grandma,
.::~The OddBird~::.