Carolyn's Comments:

Mood: Calm

Comments: You will never find out how much money Carolyn has saved in her bank account…EVER. And I really do have a 'Megatokyo' book bag in real life. I call it Baggy and I wuv it so…

"Okay." Carolyn said in the airport pacing back and forth in front of her friends. She was wearing her trademark 'Megatokyo' book bag. It was a nice, decently sized, black little bag that she had purchased at an anime convention. She always used it to carry her prized possessions. Her sketchbook, her notebook, pencils, and floppy disks with her novel saved on them. "Here's how the roles pan out: I'm the brave and smart leader, Katie's my untrusty, stupid, sidekick, Sloth's the smart guy, Cronos is the tough guy, and Sam's the quiet, nice, guy that ends up going crazy for some reason. The rest of you are...miscellaneous."

"...MISCELLANEOUS TEAM RULES!" Lauren yelled.

"YEAH!" Team Miscellaneous cheered at once.

"I've hired a team of...smart people, to carry out the business number stuff for the channel, so that way I can take my rightful place as director of the TV show. I put someone else in charge of the channel, but I still have the power to fire him if I want. So all I have to worry about is the show."

"Who'd you put in charge...dare I ask?" Sloth asked.

Carolyn shrugged. "I felt bad for hurling cattle feces at his window, so I put Carl in charge. Plus he threatened to sue me if I didn't. He wants to keep an eye on us, so he's going to be living with us in the studio."

"Where is this studio?" Cronos asked.

"I purchased a nice studio on the Island of Lost Souls." Carolyn explained. "It used to be a castle, but everyone in it caught the plague recently, so it was a bargain. I'm sure that whole 'plague' thing was a coincidence."

"Coincidence my Uncle Freddie!" Caitlin yelled.

"You don't have an Uncle Freddie." Alex corrected her.

"Shut up!" She snapped, then she went on, "We could all die of the Black Death, Carolyn! Why do you always pick the cheapest deal?!"

"I do NOT always pick the cheapest deal!"

"You got the cheapest doctor after Katie had her little 'incident' with the pixie stick!"

"He got most of the sugar out of her brain, didn't he?" Carolyn retorted.

"HE USED A VACUMN CLEANER!!"

"Well it worked didn't it?! And anyway, I paid to have the castle modernized. It has electricity, running water, and all that good stuff. I added a second building to the back of the castle for all the cast's individual rooms, its more like a hotel than a castle now! And I STILL have a ton of money left over!"

"How much money is IN that back account of yours??" Tom asked thunderstruck.

"I think about-"

"Flight 3-A to the Island of Lost Souls is now boarding."

"That's us!" Carolyn said cheerfully grabbing her suitcase. "Let's go!" She skipped onto the plane.

"I'm gonna regret this trip, I just know it." Sloth sighed as he turned to follow the others onto the plane, which would take them to their stupid fates.

On the Island of Lost Souls…

"There it is." Carolyn said gesturing towards the enormous castle in front of them. The front of it looked like a castle out of a horror movie, but the back looked like half of a hotel. It seemed like someone had just glued an 'Embassy Suites' to the back of a castle and walked away with a sense of job-well-done.

"Let's go in and meet the staff!" Katie cheered. She ran forward and threw open the huge oak doors, and was immediately blasted backwards by a roar of music coming from within.

"We're Knights of the Round Table! We dance whene'r able!" A group of knights sang as they danced around the front hall, singing at the top of their lungs. "We do routines, and chorus scenes with footwork impeccable! We dine well here in Camelot we eat ham and jam and spam a looooooooooooooooooot!"

"What the hell?!" Carolyn shrieked as the knights from Monty Python continued their musical number in the background. "Why are The Knights of the Round Table here in my studio?!"

Cronos looked extremely guilty. He began to inch slowly away from Carolyn, but she noticed this and grabbed him by the front of the shirt.

"Explain." She growled. Cronos looked terrified.

"T-They were the castle's former occupants, but when we bought the place they refused to leave, so I was forced to hire them. I didn't tell you, 'cause I thought you'd be mad."

"Mad?" Carolyn seethed. "Why would I be mad?" She shook him hard. "I'M FURIOUS!! AND TOM, GET DOWN FROM THERE!"

Tom had joined in the can-can line with the knights.

"Excuse me, milady?" A voice asked. Carolyn turned around. King Arthur strode towards her. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but your animal shrieking is disturbing my knights."

"Actually, if what Cronos said is true, they're MY knights now." She stated dropping Cronos to the floor. Arthur looked shocked.

"That's preposterous!" The Knights of the Round table, led by a young maiden?! It's madness!"

"Don't get your chain mail in a twist. I'm willing to let you and the musical knights stay as long as you help me with my show."

"That seems a little unfair." Arthur sighed, "Considering this WAS my castle…"

"You really should've paid your taxes then. But I'm letting you stay anyway, if you don't want to however, I'm sure I can find workers just as suitable as your knights, all I have to do is look in the lobotomy ward of an insane asylum, without the singing."

Arthur threw up his hands and let them fall at his sides. "Alright, fine. We'll help you out, what do we have to do?"

"Whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you. And there is one rule that I will strictly enforce."

"What's that?"

Carolyn pointed at the knights who had long since stopped singing. "NEVER EVER SING IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN!"

"Can we still dance?" Sir Lancelot asked.

"Not while I'm in the room!"

"Can we hum?"

"Who's stopping you?"

All the knights began to hum, obnoxiously loud. Carolyn plugged up her ears and sighed.

"I'm gonna need a vacation when this is all done." She grumbled.

"I thought we WERE on vacation!" Lauren wailed. "The hotel in back is VERY misleading!"