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Another Chapter Ten!
Orange Ghosties, The Quest for Raistlin's Breath, Palmer's New Friend, and A Cliffhanger.
When we left our companions, they had been (temporarily) returned to normal, Kit was wearing nothing but a piar of shorts and a tanktop simply because she ripped off her awful dress, Kit, Tanis, Sturm, and Tas all had face-paints on, Sturm was still in the bunny suit, they were all running madly away in separate directions, and Tas and Tawny, taking no notice whatsoever of the fleeing companions, were skipping in circles and terrifying everyone within hearing radius with their shrill continuous voices singing "Minkey-Mouse, Mickey-Mouse!"
Which is exactly why no one took any notice of the ghost sitting in the tree.
You all remember that the companions were tied (upside-down) to a tree, and that Solace was tranpled by rampaging chickens. Well, the tree to which the companions were tied (up-side down to) was still intact, and now there was a ghost sitting in it.
The ghost was bright orange, with childishly drawn pictures of dancing alvocados painted onto it. A big, blue mouth was colored onto it, and the ghost looked suspiciously like someone wearing a big sheet with eyeholes cut in it, with brightpurple circles around the eyeholes. Through the eyeholes peaked a pair of big, brown, suspiciously kenderlike eyes.
And the whole thing was doused in glitter.
The first hint that the skipping-and-singing Tawny Tas noticed the ghostie was the glitter showering them as they skipped and sang.
Tawny, finally a bit annoyed with getting glitter in her eyes, stopped her skipping and singing and looked around for the source of it. She looked down, up, straight, right, left, and for no paticular reason she leaned her head sideways so that her ear touched her shoulder, then proceded to do it again with the opposite ear. Then she looked up again and noticed the ghost.
"Oh, hi!" Tawny, oblivious to the coming horror, sang out joyfully.
In response, the ghost childishly cleared its throte (spellcheck) and began to sing in a high, slightly shrill, off-key voice:
"Where is all the world
When you need it most?
Where is all the world
Stretching from coast to coast?
Where is all the world
When you can't bring yourself to smile.
Where is all the world
When you want to be alone a while?"
Since the ghost had sung this all with one breath, she/he/it/whatever had to pause to regain it (the breath, not the ghostie) again, then suddenly shrieked in a very Kenderlike voice, "WEIRDNESS RULES UNDISPUTED, CROWNED IN INSANITY!"
Stunned silence insued.
"Heavy." Tas remarked slowly. Tawny nodded, topknot bobbing.
The ghost paused a minute. "Would you by any chance happen to know a guy named Willy Wonka?"
"Ummm . . . nope." Tas replied gaily.
Tawny thought, then burst out, "I do! At least, I might. I remember a dude who said his name was Willy Wonka-he had a big purple hat-handed me a golden ticket and told me to give it to the next idiot I found. Well, I met this dwarf, and I didn't really know how to tell one idiot from the next, so I just gave it to him, along with Nothing. He got all mad for some reason." Tawny sighed and shook her head solemnly at the corruption of the world.
The ghost paused to listen to Tawny, and to observe the shaking of heads, then suddenly burst out singing "Ballroom Blitz" at the top of her lungs.
Tas looked at Tawny. Tawny looked at Tas. It wasn't as if they had anything better to do.
They simply planted their hoopaks into the ground at a slight angle and jumped around them, joining the orange ghostie in belting out "Ballroom Blitz".
BACK TO THE OTHER CHARACTERS:
" . . . I . . . " pant ". . . think . . . " wheeze ". . . we . . . " gasp " . . . lost . . . " choke " . . . them." Raistlin panted, wheezed, gasped, and choked, all at one and in the same sentence.
"What did you say?" Caramon asked.
They had ran into the woods and were crouched behind a tree, Raistlin clutching his side, Caramon breathing hard.
" . . . I . . . said . . . I . . . think we . . . lost . . . them . . . " Raistlin repeated.
"Huh?"
" I said, I think we lost them." Raistlin had pretty much regained his lost breath by now.
"What?"
"I SAID I THINK WE FRIGGIN' LOST THEM!" Raistlin screamed in rage, then prompty lost his breath again.
"Oh no! Raist lost his breath . . . frist Spongebob loses his episode, then the Teen Titans do, then I lost my bunny . . . why is the world so cruel?" Caramon sobbed.
Raistlin shook his head, very annoyed at this point. "I'm OK, I just lost my breath-"
"NO! Raist lost his breath!" Caramon cried. A strange light lept into his eyes. "I'll go on a quest to find it!"
"No, Caramon, wait!"
BWAM!
" . . . there's a damn tree there . . . O to the Abyss with ye . . . "
Raistlin sighed as he watched Caramon run off, bouncing into trees as he went, to rescue his twin's breath.
"Y'know, in the books he's not really THIS stupid." he muttered, knowing the authoress could hear.
His only answer was sweet, maniacal laughter.
"Hey, that rhymed!"
You all may be wondering what Flint was doing while all this was going on. As you recall, Flint was captured by the companions because he was scaring little children and tied up in the Inn of the Last Home. Asleep.
Flint was happily snoring away, dreaming of territorial parrots and dancing alvocados and never-ending mugs of dwarf spirits, among other things.
And no one was taking any notice of him.
. . . or were they?
"My, that's an awful lot of stairs. How am I going to get all the way up there?" Palmer, coming to the Inn of the Last Home, asked herself. "Hmm, should I skip up the stairs, should I bounce like a bunny wabbit, should I spin or should I run?"
She debated silently with herself, then came to the conclusion of, "I know! I'll do all three!"
First, she dug in her pouch for some fruit, and came up with a banana and an alvocado. Placing the banana in her right hand and the alvocado in herleft, she then proceded to skip, bounce,spin, and run up thestairs.
She got there breathless and feely dizzy and light-headed, and perfectly happy. Grinning a grin that looked suspiciously like Tawny's maniacal grin, the kendermaid stumbled into the Inn, laughing.
When she had calmed down a little, she noticed a poor dwarf enclothed in netting and snoring away. Goingup to him, she looked around.
"Who lost their dwarf?"she called.A few people stared at her, but she only shrugged and ignored them.Going up to the dwarf,shefelt a twinge. Poor little dwarfie, all tied up on a beautiful day like this. . . o the cruelty of the world . . . whatever should she do.
"I know!" Palmercried as the idea struck her. Picking herself off the floor, she skipped up to the dwarfie and, finding a little knife in her pocket(it must have fallen in) she cut the dwarf free, tugging away the netting.
Her eyes went wide at the sight of the dwarf's clothes, but Palmer had grown up withher eccentric sistersTawny and Merribell, and she had seen this kinda stuff before. She noticed that the dwarf was still sleeping. She didn't want to disturb him.
So she sat on the table and proceded to sing the words"LaLa" at the top of her lungs.
"Oh, lalalalalalalalalalalalala!"
In his sleep, Flint twitched.
"lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala!"
Flint twitched again.
"LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA!"
Flint screamed and lept to his feet, clapping his hands over his ears. "NOOOO! STOP IT! IT BURNS!"
Palmer, along with everyone in the Inn, stared at the dwarf.
"Lala . . . " Palmer continued, just to see what Flint would do.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
(Yeah, that was Flint)
Flint ran to the table, broke the window, climbed through, climbed and huddled on the roof, muttering, "No more lala mommy, no more lala mommy, no more lala mommy . . . "
Palmer looked innocently at the rest of the patrons, then climbed on teh table and stuck her head out the window, craning her neck to see the traumatized dwarf. "Lala?" she asked innocently.
Flint twitched. "No more lala!"
"No lala?"
"No lala."
"Awww . . . " Palmer was downcast for a minute, then perked up. "I'm Palmer Shamrock, what's your name."
Flint, with a crazy gleam in his eye, said seriously, "Britney Something."
"Britney . . . " Palmer decided not to ask. "Hullo Britney."
In response, the still-under-the-insane-effects-of-the-Moon-Loon-powder dwarf started singing "Sisi."
Palmer climbed onto the roof with her new best friend, shrugged, plunked herself down, and joined him.
"Sisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisi!"
The people in the Inn looked at eachother, shrugged, and returned to their meal.
By this time, it was hot at mid-afternoon. Really really hot.
And their was only one well in Solace.
Everyone in Solace, except the smart people who were presently getting drunk off their asses in the Inn, gathered around the well. A little girl named Janka took a mouthful of water. . .
and we all know what's in the water . . .
"Hey, this is good!"
Pretty soon, all of Solace (Ok, not ALL of Solace, but a whole bunch of people) had drank a LOT of Moon-Loonized water.
O dear, what gonna happen now?
Sorry sorry sorry It's taken sooooooooooooo long to update, I had a lot of things to do and the durned computer crashed. Thank you patient people!
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