DISCLAIMER: I'm running out of witty things to say... hows about...nah. Oh well. I suppose it happens to everyone in the end. I guess I'm just way excited about going to see Phantom of the Opera on Tuesday the 24th in London! That's right suckas! Hows about them apples? Anywho... I don't own anything. There you go.
Chapter 3: Who stole the lip gloss from the...lip...gloss...jar?
The door opened, once again, very slowly. But the intruder wasted no time jumping in the room, making everyone stop screaming and jogging around.
"Hi everybody!"said Legolas Greenleaf as he waved at everyone. THE fop's mouth fell open.
"Legolas!" he cried, unable to believe his eyes.
"Yup."he said cheerily. "It's me! Again!" he added as an after thought. You see, our little Leggy here had been harrassing The Royal Fop Society foryears now. He was begging to join their ranks of foppishness. Raoul, the poor THE fop, had to deal with refusing him day after day. It wasn't that he wasn't foppish enough, he was very foppish, in fact a perfect fop, but there wasn't enough space. Prince Charming's job as News Man was stretching it as it was. Besides, he had too many fan girls. They were actually quited vicious. They had chased Raoul down the street last week because he adamantly refused to give Legolas a place in fop society.
"Get out Leggy." snarled Harry. Harry had always been jealous of Legolas' lustrious hair during that disturbing period of THE HAIR. The wound of Legolas trying to brush his hair with an Elven comb that ended up screaming and running away was still smarting.
Legolas pouted and thousands of men, women and children everywhere sighed dreamily. "There was a bunch of screaming and I thought that I could help." he expalined with a shrug.
"Well, unless you know where my SPARKLY Cherry Lip Gloss from SAF (Save A Fop) is, you'll have to leave." Prince Charming then proceeded to cry like a baby, muttering about his Lip Glossthat he had named Sheri.
"Look what you've done!" yelled Marius. "You've made Charming cry again! Nice going." He turned his back to Legolas huffily. One by one they all did the same, giving Legolas the dreaded cold shoulder.
The cold shoulder in fop society is just about the worst punishment possible. You either sing to yourself all day like a crazy or you have to talk to the unfoppish people, who are just strange. Then there's the not knowing about what's going on in the Fop Neighbourhood or Christine's latest success at the Opera Populaire or anything cool like that. It was, in a word, death.
"I have an idea!" shouted Norington. "Let's give Charming a group hug!" This was met with cries of delight and everyone (excluding Legolas of course) gave Charming a group hug, being extremely careful not to wrinkle anyone's clothes. When they broke up two hours later, Legolas was looking around the room with a smug smile.
"What's wrong with you?"sniffed THE fop.
"Well," said Legolas hautily, "with my amazing elven seeing skillz, I think I know where to find your Lip Gloss Prince Charming." Prince Charming's eyes immediately lit up with hope and happiness. He hadn't been so happy since he'd gotten a new mirror for Christmas!
"Where!" he cried excitedly. All of the other fops just sighed sadly; this was probably just a trick of Legolas' to get them to let him join.
"Well, it took me two hours, but I finally figured it out with my supernatural skillz."
"Get on with it!" schreeched Harry.
"There."said Legolas, pointing to the corner of the room. They all turned around, and gasped.
Muhahahaha! I love cliff hangers! I'm sorry each chapter contines to be boring and slow, but I promise that the next chapter (the last! sniff) will be amazing! And no, Legolas wasn't the special "guest".