The Snow Scouts Have An Adventure!

Naoko Tasaki, World's Dumbest Nerd, and Hook-Handed Girl: Thanks for reviewing. Bwahaha.

Naoko Tasaki, here's a list of translations for the French girl.

Zut alors! - Oh my goodness! (Or something along those lines.)

Au secours! - Help!

J'aime chanter au sujet des beignets! - I like to sing about doughnuts! (At least, that's what I think it means. I'm not sure if I got it completely right.)

Je suis très heureuse! - I am very happy!

Je ne suis pas une Sourpuss Frenchy! - I am not a Sourpuss Frenchy!

Elle est une Sourpuss Frenchy! - She is a Sourpuss Frenchy!

Chapter Six: Banana…SOUP? Sourpuss Frenchy!

Agent Pink woke up very early one morning on the shippy submarine thingy called Carmelita, feeling incredibly cheery.

"BANANA BANANA BANANA BANANA BANANA BANANA BANANA BANANA BANANA!" she sang loudly, prancing around the room. "BANANA BANANA BANANA BANANA BANANA!"

"SOUP?" the rest of the Snow Scouts screamed in surprise, as they had woken up because of her singing.

"NOT SOUP!" Agent Pink yelled, "BANANA!"

"Banana…SOUP?" the other Snow Scouts said, confused.

"No," Agent Pink sighed, and then whined, "You'll never understand!"

"Je ne suis pas une Sourpuss Frenchy!" Agent NOT UNDERSTAND! said dazedly, who had just woken from her cheesy noodle poodle-induced coma.

"HUH?" the Snow Scouts said, confused for the millionth time.

The French Snow Scout fell over again and went to sleep.

"Oh," the Snow Scouts said, "Okay then."

"I like bananas," Agent Pink repeated.

"I don't," Agent Fluffy snapped, "They're stupid."

Carmy barged in.

"I HATE YOU!" she hollered.

"Why?" the Snow Scouts asked.

"BECAUSE!" she screamed.

"Because why?" the Snow Scouts asked.

"ARGH! YOUR LOGIC HAS BEATEN ME!" she screeched, and stomped off.

"Yay, we're logical!" the Snow Scouts sang.

"Let's sing about spicy sausages and awesome alliteration!" a single special, sparkly Snow Scout suggested.

"No, let's sing about garden grass and Justin Timberlake-shaped justice!" two troublemaking, twinkly twins suggested.

"Let's super sumo-wrestle!" Agent Smelly shrieked, ecstatic and excited.

There was a very long silence. A very long, awkward silence.

"AWKWARD SILENCE!" one Snow Scout shouted.

"VERY LONG AWKWARD SILENCE!" another added.

"There is cheese in my head!" Agent EVIL! cackled.

"COOL!" all of the other (that were not unconcious) Snow Scouts cried.

"I want lasagna," Agent Pink whined suddenly, "With banan-"

"NO!" Carmy shrieked, barging in again, "LASAGNA IS MY TERRITORY!"

"What about rigatoni?" asked Agent Pink.

"THAT TOO!" Carmy hollered.

"How about if you can't spell 'macaroni', I get to eat the lasagna, and if you can, you get to keep it?" Agent Pink pleaded.

"FINE!" Carmy agreed, "BECAUSE I'M REALLY SMART!"

She cleared her throat and announced, "Macaroni. P-A-S-T-A. Macaroni. I WIN!"

"THAT'S CHEATING!" the Snow Scouts yelled.

"No it isn't," Carmy whined, and turned to County, who had randomly appeared.

"Is that cheating?" she demanded, glaring menacingly at him.

"No," County whimpered, withering under her evil gaze.

"SEE?" Carmy said, "I WIN!"

"Elle est une Sourpuss Frenchy," the French Snow Scout said knowledgably.

"HUH?" everyone said in confusion.

"DON'T TALK ABOUT WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" County screamed, "EVERYBODY HIDE!"

So everyone burrowed in their cheesy noodle poodles in fear.

And then sparkly, shiny stars fell on all their heads and they swooned in sweet, shimmering delight!

THE END….of Chapter Six