hey folks! -plops down in desk chair with box of bran flakes- IT'S CHAPTER THREE TIME! -shoves multiple handfulls of bran flakes into mouth-'kay, on wiff da stowy! -swallows-

disclaimer: I don't on the KND. If I did, they'd all own poodles.

audience: -aaw-

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Wally's hands were glowing a brilliant shade of red. In the center of each of his palms was a blood red flame, the source of the glow. He let them hang lazily at his side; he was waiting for something. He was angry- more so than he had ever been in his life- but he didn't know why. None of his friends were in sight.

He felt the flames he held grow hotter as five dangerously quiet, simultaneous voices filled his ears.

"Well, Wallabee, it seems you are at the advantage this time. Don't burn yourself with your own fire," they droned.

Wally swiveled around to see the Delightful Children From Down The Lane staring at him, their eyes empty and expressions unreadable.

"Not fire; magic," He corrected them, smirking as their eyes widened in shock."And don't worry," Wally growled, his eyes flashing angrily with anticipation. "Ah'm not the one who'll be gettin' burnt."

In one smooth movement, his left hand flew from his side to straight out in front of him, throwing some of his magic at the Delightful Children.

They dodged the flame easily. Wally threw several more, but it always seemed like they were one step ahead of him.

Wallyattemptedto throw one more ball of fire, but had already run out of the energy he needed to use his magic. He fell to his knees, breathing hard and sweating.

The Delightful Children saw this of course, and laughed as the walked over to him. Wally was suddenly unable to move- his joints stiffened and his mouth became dry. His enemies stood over him, still laughing. The one closest to him drew a knife from his belt. He raised his arm, about to drive the dagger through Wally's chest and end his life forever-

BEEEP-BEEEP-BEEEP-BEEEP-

Wally's eyes flew open as his fist slammed onto his ringing alarm clock- it broke instantly. He gave a heaving sigh as he looked about his room. "It was only a dream," he whispered out loud. "Didn't mean nothin'…it was just a…a dream…" He swung his legs over the ropes of his boxing-ring bed as he mumbled, "A very real dream…"

He turned his head to look at his bed-side table to check the time, out of habit. When he realized he had broken it, he scowled and walked over to his door, and out of his room.

Wally stared out the hallway windows for a moment or two, contemplating what time it might be. He had already realized that the kitchen clock was broken, and the cable clock had been busted for months (he had broken that one as well) and he decided that it was up to his better judgment to decide what time it was. Looks ta be four AM, He thought as he took a left turn down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen.Why was my clock set forthis early? Hedidn'tdwell on the thought verylong. He was more preocupied with thefact that this was the fifth thing he'd broken in two days.

Hesighedwalked towardkitchen.He wasn't hungry; in fact, he didn't even want to look at food, let alone touch it or eat it. But he needed something to do, and what better thing to do at four o'clock in the morning than go get food from the kitchen that you aren't going to eat? "Nothing, that's what," he whispered to himself as he opened the door and stepped inside.

He reached for the light switch with his left hand and flipped it up and down a few times, only to find that it didn't work. He was beginning to feel frustrated, when suddenly, the room brightened. He smiled to himself and turned to look at the light switch, wondering what he had done to make it work. What he saw frightened him more than anything else he had ever seen in his life: his left hand was giving off a soft, red aura. Just like in his dream.His eyes darted down to his right hand- it was doing the exact same thing.

"WHAT THE HECK!" he yelled, desperately (and rather stupidly)trying to wipe the aura off onto his jeans. He clapped them together a few times, hoping to stop the glow. Much to his pleasant surprise, it worked.

Just then, Nigel jogged in, panting from having run all the way from his room. "Num-Numbah F-Four-," he gasped. "W-why did you- why were you yelling?" He caught his breath, regained his good posture, and fixed his sunglasses, which had been slightly crooked.

"It was really, really weird- Moiy hand were loike, glowin' or somethin'!" Numbah four said, waving his arms wildly, as the rest of the team entered the kitchen.

"Sure dey were, Numbah Four," Abby said gently, then mumbled under her breath to Nigel, "Numbah Five's tellin' yeh, it's lack o' sleep, really…" Nigel subtly nodded, and Wally (who had heard what Abby had said) gaped at them both.

"Yeh- yeh- yeh don' believe meh?" He asked, hurt in his voice.

"Sho' we do Numbah Four," Abby said, offering him a reassuring smile.

"Y-yeah Numbah Four!" Hoagie struggled to talk as he attempted to compress his giggles. Finally, he let his laughter go. "GLOWING HANDS! THAT'S SO RANDOM! YA GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! GLOWING!" He shouted, clutching his belly as he laughed hysterically.

"It's not funny!" Wally protested, "And it's not random!It's true! Whoiy won' yeh believe meh?" When he recieved worried staresfrom his friends, he mumbled, "Ah'm goin' back ta bed."He gave them one last glareas he stomped out of the room.

Kuki watched him leave, her eyes full of worry. "I believe you, Wally," she said quietly, even though Wally was long gone and no one could hear her over Hoagie's laughter.

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me: -sobs- IT'S SO SHORT! -sniff sniff- I- I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! IT JUST CAME OUT SO...SO...NOT LONG!

audience: -cheers-

me:-stops crying abrubtly-what are you cheerin about!

fat guy in the front row of audience: CHAPTER FOUR IS ON THE WAY!

me: 0.o THANK you, FAT GUY.

T.T

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