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This chapter is designed to show you, the reader, how truly desparate the situation is.
Really short, its obvious I'm making this up as I go along. It's funny, though!
Thanks to all those who reviewed and/or will review.
Chapter I-Finally-Figured-It-Out-It's-Chapter-Seven-!!!
Pure Chaos.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Caramon screamed in terror, bolting after his twin at lightning speed from a Barney-singing Sturm dressed in a horrifying bunny costume.
"With a great big hug, and a--"
Twang!
Sturm jumped three feet in the air, due to the springs in the feet of his bunny costume, just in time to spot Tas. The powder-induced kender was holding a bow and a quiver of arrows, and shooting--directly at Sturm!
Raistlin, watching from safely above, away from the demented evil giant bunny, realized that having Tas learn archery from Tanis was not the brightest thing the companions had done.
"Kill da wabbit, kill da wabbit, kill da wabbit!" Tas sang to ridiculous kill-da-wabbit music that came plain out of nowhere, skipping over to Sturm, who, seeing the wabbit-killer kender, was frantically hopping away, completely forgetting he was perfectly capable of running.
What happened next was pure stupidity.
Tanis and Kitiara rounded the corner, coming into Caramon's sight. But that was not what made Caramon's eyes bug out and Raistlin's mouth to hand open.
Tanis was dressed completely in black: black leather pants, black leather shirt, black leather vest, black leather boots, clack leather gloves, and black cloth cape that was much too long for him. He had penciled a fake mustache on his lip, and in one hand he held a sword, in the other he held a bone-white skull. Kitiara was wearing a ridiculous, fluffy dress and carrying a sparkly magic wand.
"To be, or not to be, that is the question!" Tanis proclaimed, holding up the skull.
"Bippity boppity bippity bo!" Kitiara sang, waving the wand.
"Kill da wabbit, kill da wabbit!" twang, twang, twang.
"-Kiss from me to you-" Sturm hopped over and kissed Kit on the lips. She whacked him full in the face with the wand, all the while singing drunkenly, and they both avoided Tas's arrows, which where growing steadily closer to their mark.
"Pillicock sat on a Pillicock-hill: Halloo, halloo, loo, loo!" Tanis sang, doing sort of a drunken tap-dance while clutching the skull.
"Bippity, bippity, boppity, boo!"
"Kill da wabbit, kill da wabbit!" twang!
"-won't you say you-Aiyh!" Tas's arrow had succeeded in glazing Sturm's cheek.
As one, Raistlin and Caramon turned and fled for home.
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"What the hell is going on, Raist?" Caramon asked worridly. "Everyone's so . . . insane . . . "
"For once, Caramon, I agree with you." Raist snapped. Sighing, he sank into the chair.
"Hey, Raist, what's this?" Caramon asked, noticing some pinky-purple powder on his hand. Raistlin leaned forward to inspect it, then sucked in a breath. "Freeze, Caramon!"
Caramon froze as Raistlin carefully removed the powder from his hand and laid it on the table.
"I think, my brother, I've discovered something." Raistlin murmered, leaning over the table, taking care not to breathe in the powder.
"What?"
"I have no idea, it will take a little study." Raistlin, already deep in thought, cast a worried look outside at the chaos. "This is what I want you to do-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"What the heck?!"
Raistlin glanced out the doorway at his friends below. "Quick, come with me, Caramon!"
Together, in a hurry, the two left the kitchen-Raistlin taking the powder with him-and retreated to the bedroom, first locking the door and posting Caramon as gaurd.
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Outdoors, it was even more chaotic than before, made worse by the fact that civilians were now screaming and running around in circles at the sight of Tanis, Kit, Sturm and Tas.
Tawny, poking her head out the doorway of a home, grinned to herself. This was even more entertaining than what she origionally had planned!
The kendermaid slipped into a tree, climbing nibly through the branches in order to get a better view. This was better than wrestling!
As she hung out the tree, her pouch of powder tilted and ripped on a branch, showering the four Companions beneath her in powder . . .
Cliffhanger!
Hope you like, next chapter soon!
Oh, and what Tanis said is Shakespeare . . . yes, he did write that . . . don't ask.
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Next chapter, a familiar talking black cat . . . those of you who've seen Sabrina know whom I'm talking about . . .