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Now! To my lovely reviewers!
Chocolates: Thanks for the support and I have a friend that lives in Ecuador. And I completely agree that your reviews should be in English for now on. For the sake of all of us.
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And for the next chapter.
It was early in the morning and the sun was blazing on my face. I turned and my pillow complained. Yes my pillow complained. At the moment I was surprised as well. I looked up and did not recognize the person. He had one big eye, a patch over his left eye and by darned he was the best looking anime I had ever seen.
Anime? What do you mean anime? Well, by anime I usually mean Japanese animation. I was very surprised and then looking around I saw that all the two-dimensional, yet… it wasn't.
I looked down at my hands and I had ten delicately drawn fingers and my clothing was brilliant. It was a perfect cartoon of myself. I looked around not wanting to get up from my comfortable spot. Geneva, or a cartoon that looked much like her, opened her eyes and smiled. I Stood up and walked to where Geneva was starting up.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Jennifer." She looked at me with her famous 'huh?' look.
"Apparently we have been turned into cartoons. But I just can't figure out where the hell that crazy magician…" I was then interrupted.
"Cartoonagician, if you please." Said… well, the cartoonagician.
"Okay. I just can't figure out where the hell that crazy catoonagician sent us."
"That 'crazy cartoonagician' sent you to Peru. Or rather into the movie 'The Emperor's New Groove'. I thought you'd like it here."
I, slack jawed and buggy eyed, sat there not believing what I heard… rather what I saw. Who would have known that I, Jennifer Skaggs, would become a cartoon and would be sent into a cartoon? I wondered if I'd ever go back to tell my grandchildren about my stories.
Suddenly a llama ran out from a wall of trees. I scooted nearer to the cartoonagician and asked. "Kusco?"
"No, actually, that," he said pointing at the beats running at us. "Is Bumlets."
I stared at it… him a little bit longer. "So why? How? Why not us?"
"Well the more tea you drank the more outrageous the type of cartoon you will be. So since all the other boys only drank one cup of tea they will only be normal people as they are drawn in this cartoon. But, since Blink over there," he pointed at the stretching pile of hotness over in the edge of the clearing we were in. "You and your dear friend drank three cups of tea you will be animes."
"So what happened to him?"
"He drank five cups of tea. That's just enough tea to make him turn into the same thing the main character of the story is. Seeing as the main character of this story is a llama, Bumlets, as well, turned into a llama."
"Ah, that clears everything except," and I got a bit closer to whisper in his ear the rest of my question, "WHY THE HECK ARE WE HERE?"
The cartoonagician defensibly jumped backwards with a slight yelp and held a common karate position. He then resumed his usual calm aura. "Do you really have to do that?" he asked with a touch of annoyance in his voice.
"No, not really, I just felt like it. It's the most I can do to not go into a fit of hysterics." I looked over at the llama… I mean Bumlets, Geneva was tickling him (it?) behind the ear.
"So are you going to tell me why I'm—we're here?"
"Weren't it your wish to have more adventure?"
"Actually, no it wasn't. It was my cousin's conspiracy. But yeah, I get it now."
"Good, I will be leaving now. Try not to destroy the world ok?"
"Thanks for the advice." And before I could say another word he was, poof, gone.
"Who was that?" Asked Geneva coming toward me with the he/it.
"That was the cartoon version of the cartoonagician." I said.
"Look what I found: a llama!" she said excited.
"That llama you've got there is Bumlets." He… it gave me the worst glare a llama could give.
"Bumlets? Nah, that's not Bumlets."
"Bumlets, you can't hide it forever." I said to him.
"Fine! I'm Bumlets ok? Happy?" He sighed.
"Oh my gosh, it's Bumlets!" yelled Geneva.
Blink came near us and said. " I think I've figured it out!" he said.
"Have you now?"
"Yeah! You're Jennifer!" he said triumphantly.
We all stared at him waiting for more. He just stood there smiling at us triumphantly. "Yeah… so?"
"Well… I figured it out!" he said again.
"Right. And that is Geneva." I said pointing at… Geneva.
"NO! really?" He said surprised. And now came the surprise.
"That is Bumlets."
"Oh, yeah that's obvious." He said patting Bumlets on the forehead.
Soon all the other newsies who had become cartoons started coming as well. They all looked extremely comical in their cartoon forms… especially Racetrack and Spot. Both who were shorter than usual.
"You guys! I'm going to look for food over there ok?" I said after I had explained all that the cartoonagician had told me.
"Oh, can I come?" Asked Geneva.
"No, stay here. I need someone to look over the newsies for me."
So alone I went some way away and found a river. Let me tell you the coolest thing about being a cartoon is that no matter what happens you always survive. A little bit away from where I was I saw a man kissin Bumlets.
"HEY! GET AWAY FROM HIM!" I yelled running toward them at the same that the llama stood up disgusted.
They both looked at me and asked "Who are you?"
I could feel the scene focusing on me. "I'm… I'm uh… I'm Jennifer."
"You look so odd." Said Apacha looking me over. "And your clothes are so insulting!"
"No, no… I like them. Keep them I give you permission." Said the llama and I realized that this was not Bumlets but Kusco.
"Oh, my gosh! You're Kusco! You're my hero! Well… not currently but in a day or two you will be."
"Of course I will, I wont be a llama anymore."
I scrunched my nose in thought. "Actually… no, you'll still be a llama. But you'll be a cool llama."
"Well, do you know how to get me to my castle?"
"I do… but why in the world would I want to take you there?"
"Because I'm the Emperor and I command you to!"
I looked at him with a look of 'you're kidding right?' and then there was this sort of mocking silence toward him and suddenly I busted out laughing. "You don't look like an Emperor to me! Unless of course you were the Emperor of the Spitters!"
At that Apacha started laughing as well. Then Apacha said that after a while I was a nice person. We all went to get the gang. Very frankly I was glad I found them. Because as much as I've got camping skills, they only go so far.
That night we all slept under the stars some together, some apart, depending on how much they trusted the others. Kusco decided that he was going to sleep by himself, because he was royalty and therefore immune to the cold.
Of course he wasn't.
Well.. that's the end.
I know it's horrible. But I'm having horrible writers block at the moment.
Hugses and kissesses for all my reviewers and the hope of a brand new jag!