Disclaimer: Ok, I'll own up. I don't own any of this. None. Absolutley none of this wonderful fanfiction stuff is mine. . . . well, most of it isn't. But you're smart people! You know what isn't mine. . . . don't you?
Shoutouts! Woo! I have 3 reviewers!
buttons: Cute name! buttons. It's sweet. By the way, have you ever reviewed for me before? Thanks for the tip though. )
maliaphire: I'm not entirely sure. I did mention that I would stick in any random item that happened to pop into my head. Plus she had a heart attack after she was crying. . . I think. P
rhoda: you CAN flame it if'n you want to, you know. I won't take offense. . . as long as you don't tell me I stink or anything. Just kidding. I am kind of a hippie (or am I . . . ? No really, am I?) so I believe you are entitled to your own opinion. Thanks for the tip, but someone else told me the same thing. I DID fix it. Look. D
End Shoutouts. Wow. That was really short.
Chapter 2
Everyone settled down to talk and make a plan. Robin was all for finding every evil villian in town and kicking their butts. This plan was supported by Starfire, since she really liked Robin, Beast Boy, who was having an 'off' day and just wanted to take his mood out on someone, and Cyborg, who had a new raygun that he wanted to try out. Raven didn't say anything.
Suddenly, the doors burst open and in walked. . . . THE KING! Everyone looked from Jonathan to this new king who had just walked in through the doors. Roaul got up to say something stupid, but Superman grabbed the back of his shirt and forced him down. Just when the silence had reached the awkward point, the Mystery Inc. crew with Scooby Doo in the lead walked through and totally messed up one of Velma's plans and yet somehow still managed to capture the villian. It involved a broken spatula, a krabby patty, and a big vat of Swedish Meatballs. Oh yea, and a plate and a spork (don't ask).
Anyway, when the Mystery Inc. crew had the villian safely bottled up in the (not surprisingly) empty Swedish Meatball vat, the King requested that he could please unmask the villian, like Velma did in all those interesting television shows (please don't ask how Jonathan knew about TV. It's a mystery to me. Hehe.). When they agreed, Jonathan walked over to the now exposed villian, he grabbed the top of the head, like he had seen so many times on TV, and pulled. Off popped the mask to reveal. . . .
A very fat dog called Muffin (At least that is what Daine said its name was, and she knew everything.). Muffin explained, through Daine of course, that it had been fed too many times on a commercial on Animal Planet for a new brand of cereal, and it had simply been out for revenge (I LOVE that dog).
Jonathan opened up a talk-mirror thingie with his Gift to reveal Lord Wyldon. . . in the bath. Lord WYldon looked up, yelped, and asked them to close it. Jonathan blinked and apologized then clossed the mirror thingie. A few minutes later, the King got bored, so he opened up the mirror thingie again. This time, Praise the Lord, Wyldon was dressed and sitting at his desk.
"Wyldon, why aren't you in this room right now?"
"Your majesty, I was taking a bath, as you very well know."
"Yes, yes I know. Get over here right now. My crown is missing and I don't know what to do. So I need your military genius to help."
"But your majesty. . ."
"NO BUTS! Unless it is Queen Thayets, because she is fiiine. . ."
"Yes she is, but your majesty. . . "
"SILENCE! THE QUEEN IS MINE, AND MINE ALONE! Besides I cannot think when you are making all that noise. You see, my crown is missing, and you must help me find it."
"Yes, sire. Right away, sire."
End Chapter 2
(O.K. I know this was very short, but I'm going away this weekend, and I wanted to make you duckies very happy before I left. Not that I actually think that you are ducks, I mean, if'n you are, you must be the smartest duckies in the WORLD. . .)
Okay. . . what totally wacked out thing should I make them do next? (If'n you've got any ideas, send them in with a review.)(Oh yea, and please keep reviewing. I LIKE reviews. . .)
