Woo! Long time, no update. Basically it's because (unlike with my other stories), I don't think anyone has reviewed the latest chapter. I mean....I've gotten new reviews for chapter 1 a lot, but no one's reading chapter 6? Um...so maybe this'll get the interest back.

^insert standard disclaimer^

At the end of the last chapter, Morgaine and Accolon had decided to venture out of the theatre with Donnie/Tam to find some ice cream...

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$OUTSIDE OF THE THEATER$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

Reporter: We have done some background checks on the performers, and none of them have ever done a play before! Imagine that! Well, everyone, I have my tickets bought already, so why don't you go and do the same! Goodni-

Random Lady: Hey! It's Donnie!

Reporter: ^turning around^ Wait, we're still on, right? ^receives nod from her cameraman^ It appears that two of the performers have come out with the young boy, and neither of them is the one who originally abducted him! Let's observe!

Morgaine: Where can we get some ice cream?

Reporter: And what do you want ice cream for, miss?

Morgaine: Tam's hungry.

Reporter: I see...^points at Accolon^ Is this Tam?

Morgaine: ^looking at her like she's an idiot^ No. That's Accolon, duh. This is Tam. ^gestures to Tam/Donnie^

Random Lady: That's not Tam! That's my Donnie!

Morgaine: ^to Tam^ That your old mother?

Tam: ^nods^

Morgaine: ^to lady^ Listen, lady. He's mine now. I signed the adoption papers! And so did he! ^hands her papers^

RL: Um...Arthur Pendragon?

Morgaine: Yes. He's my brother. He's a king.

RL: So...I can't take this to court?

Accolon: ^pales^ You're trying to take us to court?!?

RL: DUH!

Accolon: Hurry, Morgaine! Back inside! ^grabs ice cream from a little girl^ Thank you! Here's for you troubles. ^gives her $5^

^Accolon, Morgaine, and Tam go back inside^

Reporter: And it appears that the little boy abducted from the audience has now been adopted by one of the actresses! Will his real mother take the case to court? We'll keep you all updated on any new developments of this case!

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Arthur: No, really, Gwen. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Gwenhwyfar: No, Arthur! You don't get it!

Arthur: But what's the answer?!? ^turns around^ Do you know, Elaine?

Elaine: Well, I think he would chuck 4.5 tons.

Lancelot: Gwen, I really wish we'd married each other instead of...them.

Arthur: I bet Gwen doesn't wish that! Right Gwen?

Gwenhwyfar: ...

Arthur: ^looks slightly miffed, but shrugs and goes over to talk to Elaine about why it's 4.5 tons instead of 4.2^

Morgause: ^pointing at Arthur^ This is your great king?

Viviane: I honestly didn't think he'd turn out this way! It was a mistake!

Arthur: ^looks hurt^ No one really loves me, do they?!?

Morgause: Nope.

Everyone else: MORGAUSE!

Arthur: ^cries for a moment^ Wait a second! I bet Morgaine loves me! She practically raised me!

Morgaine: ^reentering with Accolon and Tam^ Woodchucks, eh?

Arthur: Morgaine! Do you love me?

Morgaine: ^pause^ ^blink^ Uh....

Director: He means in any way whatsoever.

Morgaine: Oh! Well, I yeah. You are my brother, after all.

Tam: No, he is! ^points at Mordred^

Mordred: Not again...

Director: Morgaine, get up there and do that solo or else!

Morgaine: Fine, fine. You who I cradled in my arms...you. Asking as little as you can.

Tam: Can I have more ice cream?

Morgaine: I'm trying to sing a song to you, okay? Little snip or a little man...I know I'd give my life for you.

Elaine: Would you really?

Morgaine: I guess....I mean...he is my son now after all. You didn't ask me to be born...you. Why should you learn of war and pain? To make sure you're not hurt again....I swear I'd give my life for you. I've tasted love beyond all fear...and you should know it's love that brought you here!

Tam: My old mother told me it was a stork.

Morgaine: Oh, come on, Tam. Who's cooler? Me or her?

Tam: Uh...you?

Morgaine: I like this kid. And in one perfect night, when the stars burned like new, I knew what I must do! I'll give you a million things I'll never own...I'll give you the world to conquer when you're grown...

Mordred: Why didn't I get the world to conquer?! I put it on my birthday list and everything!

Morgaine: Excuse me...trying to show my maternal side here! You will be who you want to be....you can choose whatever heaven grants. As long as you can have your chance, I swear I'll give my life for you. Sometimes I wake, reaching for him! I feel his shadow brush my head, but there's just moonlight on my bed. Was he a ghost? Was he a lie? That made my body laugh and cry? Then, by my side, the proof I see: His little one. Gods of the sun, bring him to me!

Accolon: I'm right here, Morgaine.

Director: What did you interrupt for? It was going quite well.

Accolon: It was going too well. We needed some chaos.

Morgaine: You will be who you want to be...you can choose whatever heaven grants. As long as you can have your chance...I swear I'll give my life for you. No one can stop what I must do...I swear, I'll give my life for you.

Director: Okay, now we need the chorus.

Gwenhwyfar: Oh...didn't I tell you? They all quit.

Director: What else can go wrong?!? ^throws something^

Accolon: ^takes center stage^ Why, God? Why today? We were so close...on our way. We need large groups to support us, so why'd you steal our damn chorus?

Morgause: Alright, I'll give him credit. That was pretty good improving.

Director: Okay, Gwen...it's your official assignment to get the chorus back for us!

Elaine: Actually, Director person, her character is now coming into the storyline. You can't take her away now.

Director: ^letting it sink in^ So I can't make her go on a secret mission, and she can't be stage manager?

Elaine: Uh huh!

Director: ^massaging forehead^ Ugh...aspirin...my kingdom for aspirin.

Arthur: ^handing director some aspirin^ No need, friend Director. I have a kingdom of my own.

Director: Eh?

Arthur: Don't worry! Gwen trained Elaine and me to do the job!

Mordred: I don't think I feel safe onstage anymore.

Director: ^thinking very quickly^ But hold on, guys! You're such great, sociable people! I think I really need you to go find us a chorus before opening night. Could you please do this?

A/E: Sure! Yay! We're useful! ^skips off merrily^

Director: Okay, now who's gonna fill in for Gwen?

Morgause: I will. And Mordred will help me when he's not onstage.

Director: How uncharacteristically generous of you. Go ahead.

Morgause: Come, son. ^they go up to the booth^

Director: Okay, now we're into the second act. Accolon, Lancelot, and Gwen have to be onstage.

Accolon: ^kicks plastic chair^ Why are there so many empty chairs up here?

Director: Well, our chorus was supposed to sit in them, but since they ran away...

Lancelot: What's going on in this scene?

Director: Basically, you're trying to get support for the Bui-Doi.

Lancelot: Bui-Doi...?

Director: The children born in Vietnam during the war with American soldiers as fathers.

Accolon: You mean like Tam?

Director: Exactly. But remember, Accolon, in this scene, you still don't know about Tam.

Accolon: Okay.

Gwenhwyfar: Excuse me! ^points^ What is this large screen thing for?

Director: Images of actual Bui-Doi will be playing on the screen. Try not to let them distract you, ok?

Lancelot: So...I stand on this podium and sing?

Director: Right. Ready?

Lancelot: Yup.

Director: Great. Morgause! Mordred! Make sure you play the images!

Lancelot: Like all survivors, I once thought: when I'm home I won't give a damn. But now I know I'm caught, I'll never leave Vietnam.

^A map of Vietnam appears on the screen^

Lancelot: War isn't over when it ends. Some pictures never leave your mind...they are the faces of the children! The ones we left behind!

^A picture of a small child appears on screen^

Lancelot: Wait a second...that's me!

Viviane: I wonder where they found that picture...

Gwenhwyfar: ^trying to hide her laughter by going behind Accolon^

Director: Okay, Morgause! No more baby pictures of Lancelot, okay?

Morgause: Sure.

Lancelot: Okay...I'm cool. They're called "Bui-Doi"...the dust of life! Conceived in hell...and born in strife!

^A picture of happy bunnies dancing in a field appears onscreen. There is an arrow pointing at the scene that says, "hell"^

Gwenhwyfar: ^offended^ Hey! Hell is very real to me...don't mock it like that!

Director: ^rubbing temples^ Okay, Morgause...Mordred...no more offensive comments.

M/M: Okay.

Lancelot: They are the living reminders of all the good we failed to do. We can't forget - must not forget - that they are all our children too. These kids hit walls on every side...they don't belong in any place! Their secret they can't hide...it's printed on their face.

^A picture of a kid at 4th of July with an American flag on their face appears^

Director: ^angry because he can't find a way that this is offensive^

Lancelot: I never thought one day I'd plead for half-breeds from a land that's torn. But then I saw a camp for children whose crime was being born!

^A picture of a little girl in black and white stripes behind bars^

Director: ^to Morgause and Mordred^ Can you try not to take the lyrics so literally?

Lancelot: They're called "Bui-Doi"...the dust of life! Conceived in hell...and born in strife! We owe them fathers and a family; a loving home they never knew. Because we know - deep in our hearts - that they are all our children too.

^An image of a child in a concentration camp appears^

Director: That one's good! Keep it up!

Lancelot: These are souls in need, they need us to give! Someone has to pay for their chance to live! Help me try!

^A snapshot of Morgause and Mordred...working at Second Harvest Food Bank (???) appears^

Morgaine: I didn't know you two did charity work...

Mordred: I'm a philanthropist at heart.

Director: How does this relate to Bui-Doi?

Mordred: Well, we're helping by doing charity, and the word "help" is in the song...

Lancelot: They're called Bui-Doi...the dust of life! Conceived in hell...and born in strife! They are-

Director: You were supposed to be joined in on that part.

Lancelot: But we don't have a chorus.

Director: Well, they should join you! ^points to Accolon and Gwen, who are asleep^

Lancelot: ^kick^ Wake up, guys! My singing isn't that bad!

Accolon: But you kept saying the same thing over and over again!

Director: Do you remember what he was saying?

Accolon: Something about "free boys"...I wasn't really paying attention. I don't support slave trade.

Director: Just keep going!

Accolon: John, you were great. Can I see you alone? ^they walk away from Gwen, who is making nice to invisible co workers^ I've gotta know what you meant on the phone. What is this news you received you could only tell me?

Lancelot: A lot of groups use my Bangkok staff to process problems on their behalf. We got this in from the embassy...it's not easy to tell you. It's best that you see. ^attempts to hand him a folder^

Accolon: ^not taking folder^ Kim. It's about Kim, isn't it? ^whisper/singing^ Only you know how hard I have tried to get word. Tell me first - nothing else! - tell me did she survive?

Lancelot: You must read the report, Chris, but yes. She's alive.

Accolon: You don't know, John, these nightmares...the things that I've seen! I have seen her face burned, seen her shot with my gun...I have chased her through streets and heard nothing but screams. What's wrong? Come on...there is still something more?

Lancelot: She has a child. You have a son.

Accolon: Yeah...he's a great kid, isn't he? We just went out to go get him some ice cream. Do you want to come next time?

Lancelot: ^thwacks Accolon on the head with the folder^ Say the line!

Accolon: Fine. ^pouts^ You won't believe me, but I dreamed this, John. It's in the nightmare when I see Saigon...

Morgaine: Are you calling our son a nightmare?

Accolon: No, Morgaine...it's just a line-

Morgaine: I may have to rethink this relationship. ^storms away angrily^

Director: Great...now you've upset our lead!

Accolon: ^avoids topic by continuing^ Jesus, John, I am married. Is this story for real?

Lancelot: I'm only telling you what I received. But...our reports can usually be believed. Kim's a bargirl in Bangkok. Pal, I know how you feel.

Accolon: What?! Did you have an illegitimate child with the Vietnamese prostitute that married your father and then got upset with you over something that you were forced to say and then stormed away angrily, making everybody angry at you because they needed her to hang around?!?

Lancelot: Um...no.

Accolon: Then you can NEVER know how I feel! ^freaks out^

Gwenhwyfar: That is a rather strange line. What, did John accidentally fall in love with a doomed...um...^mutters^ prostitute too?

Director: No. Just shut up and keep going.

Lancelot: How can we do both at the same time?

Accolon: It's too late! I have a whole new life! I have a wife I love ^points at Gwen^...she can't just disappear!

Lancelot: Listen, guy, I know the shock you've had. It isn't always, bad, there are solutions here. I'll run away with Gwen, and you can go back and marry what's her name. Okay?

Accolon: Deal.

Director: Guys, this isn't good. We can't adjust the storyline to suit your own personal wishes. Continue!

Accolon: Oh God! I never told her! My wife...how can I tell her? A child? What do I do? I've shattered Kim...now Ellen too! I have to tell her! It's time to tell her!

Lancelot: You should both go to Bangkok...I mean, Ellen too.

Accolon: Us both?

Lancelot: ^nods^ You both should go.

Gwenhwyfar: Hey guys, come on.

Accolon: But first...first Ellen has to know...^wonders over to Gwen^ I don't love you. Go marry John!

Director: ^throws script at Accolon^

Accolon: Point taken.