Gyroid Translations

Chapter 8

Disclaimer- I don't own Animal Crossing, or Nintendo. Yada, yada, yada…. Don't sue me.

Kookekooke- hey, thanks for the review, and I'm glad you liked it.

Dakirbinator- I have a town called Hyrule too! Ah! And all of the characters are characters from the Zelda games. I end up making towns named after books and things and then make characters from whatever it was I named the town after. I know, I'm weird.

Princess kitty zeldas child- I'm not exactly sure what you said, but I got that you liked it. And once again, thank you. I hope you like then next installment just as well.

Hayvel, the Great and Awesome- you know, I never thought about what one from Mordor would say. It might spew obscenities as well, that might be funny. Hmm… you've given me an idea. Well anyway, thanks!

Lioness Blackfire- you know, I was thinking of something like that happening, and everyone's flower's dying and such. But then I got lazy and decided that I didn't want to deal with it anymore. So I think that the ring is just gone now. Maybe it will reappear later, if I feel like it. But thanks!

KingAragorn- hehehe. That's a really funny idea, and thanks for the input, but as I said above, unless I get un-lazy, I think the ring is gone for good. But I'll keep it in mind. Thanks!

Carmen Aistrup- Your brother broke it! What was he doing to it? Anyway, thanks for the review, and I hope you like this chapter.

A/N- well, I was seriously surprised by the number of people who reviewed this time. Wow. And thanks to the couple of you who I didn't address specifically.

Oh, and I'm sorry to announce that there is probably only going to be one more chapter after this one. There's only so far you can go with a plotless story based on a plotless game. But in the mean time, here's chapter 8!

I woke to the sound of my doorbell ringing. It was 10:30 in the morning and I had dearly overslept.

I rolled out of bed and answered the door, somewhat disgruntled, wondering who it could possibly be. When I gazed at the green fur, large ears, and wide pleading eyes, I cringed, inwardly of course. It was Anicotti.

"Morning," she said cheerily. "I'm sorry to wake you, but I have a tremendous favor to ask of you. Would it be at all possible to borrow the translator from you?"

I hesitated. If she was as bad as the other animals at returning borrowed items, I did not want to lend it to her. There was a good chance I would never see it again.

She must have seen me considering, for she burst out, "You said, when you bought it off me, that you would let me borrow it from time to time!" She had me there. I had said that. "And besides," she continued. "I'm having a party and I thought it would be a wonderful way to entertain my guests." She looked at me with those eyes, bright green and bright. I tried to wait her out, to not give in, but after a moment or two I conceded.

"Okay," I groaned. She squeaked and twitched her whiskers happily. "Stay here, and I'll go get it."

I retrieved the translator and thrust it into her waiting paws. "When is your party?" I ventured.

As she put the translator safely into her pocket, she counted off the days on her other paw. "On Thursday."

I smiled politely at her, trying to mask my resentment. Thursday was four days away! Why on earth did she need to borrow the blasted contraption today? It didn't matter now, the thing was already in her pocket, and I would look like a fool if I demanded it back now.

She thanked me once more and skipped merrily on her way. I shut my door on her as soon as her back was turned. Resentment still smoldered in me. I frowned and gazed at my silent gyroids. Make no mistake, I would be at Anicotti's early Friday morning. I was not going to give her the chance to lend it to someone else, and begin the ugly procession of lending and borrowing that so often took place in Phaze.

I sighed as I set about getting breakfast. There was no use plotting now. I had four days to wait and I would have to find something with which to occupy myself. I heart sank. Somehow I knew the next four days were going to be no fun, which was stupid; I had gotten along just fine before I had had the translator, I would be fine now.

Thus resolved, I went at my breakfast with renewed vigor. I would make it work.

Now, before I resume my tale, let me just say that the past four days had been the most boring four days I had ever wasted in my life. And that by the time Thursday rolled around, I had pieced together and planned out no less than five plans and contingency plans to get my translator back on Friday morning.

My first plan was Operation TAG, or Operation Translator Anew Gain. I have to admit that in my boredom I had thought up Mission and Operation titles and then given each acronym meanings after I'd thought them up. I also had Mission ARG, or Amusing Revenge Getting. And there was Mission BARK, Operation GLEE, and Operation SMARMY. I knew what each mission and operation entailed, I just couldn't remember what the acronyms stood for. Either way, it didn't matter.

I glanced up at the clock and gaped. How had it gotten to be 10:30 at night without my noticing? Setting aside my shock, I carefully reviewed the plans in my head one last time, and turned to my equipment. My plans, however carefully laid, would not happen properly if I did not prepare the necessary tools and myself.

To begin, I completely emptied my pockets. Everything came out and was strewn about the floor. Then I carefully and deliberately began stowing those things that I would need for an item rescue bank into the now empty spaces. My axe, shovel, bug-net, fishing rod, and sign making kit went in first, as they would be the most important. Next went in things that I might use to barter or buy back my translator with, if it came to it. Those things included outfits, a painting, random valuable decorating items, and a koi. And last to go in were provisions. If I were going to be out on a long foray, searching for my lost or stolen translator, I would not want to do it hungry. So for extra measure I packed some apples, oranges, and other fruits.

I was going to put my pack away for the night when something else occurred to me. I reopened my pockets and placed a wad of bells inside, totaling 60,000 bells. I wanted to make sure that I had enough if whoever had it wouldn't trade items for it.

Satisfied, I surveyed my handiwork with a wide grin. I was prepared for anything. There was no way I wouldn't have my precious translator back, at the latest, by tomorrow evening. And at best, I would be back, sitting amid my gyroids on the floor, listening to them talk to each other, at six o'clock in the morning.

I glanced once more at the clock, 11:25. And with confidence and eagerness I changed and flopped into bed. No sooner had my head hit the pillow than I was out like the light.

A/N- So, Sorry that that was so short. It was more of a filler chapter, just something to move the story on a bit but not exactly exciting. I promise the next one will be longer and better. Anyway, as always, a review would be lovely, and as always, Thanks!