Disclaimer: I do not own the characters (besides the Shamrocks, Raab, Lyn, and the gremlins), BUT I DO OWN THE SONGS! I WROTE THEM, I STUCK THEM UP, THEY'RE MINE!

ahem. Nearly everyone sings in this chapter, except for Raistlin, Caramon, Tawny, Sturm, Kit, and Flint.

Thanky you. Have a good day and please enjoy.

Chapter 23!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

Why in the name of the gods are you screaming?

Attack of the Air Guitar!

(And The Really, Really, Really Bad Singing Except For Dalamar Who Is Awesome And Rocks.)

Ohhh . . . that's why . . .

The wind wafted the Moon Loon Powder across the trees, the grass, the bunnies, right across the Kindegardener's camp to float oh-so-casually into the faces of Sturm Brightblade and Tanis Half-Elven.

"AAAAAAACHOOOO!" sneezed Sturm. Tanis giggled.

Suddenly, the enchanted Twizzlers holding Tanis, Kitiara, and Sturm to the pole melted because of Sturm's sneeze and fell away.

"Whoa." Sturm said as his feet touched ground.

"Cool." Kit observed.

"Awesome." Tanis said.

"Dude!" Sturm slapped Tanis a high-five. "That was wicked rad!"

"Yeah!" Tanis slammed Sturm on the back, crazed-high-school-guy style. "Totally awesome."

"Nooooo!" wailed Kitiara. "I'm in the company of two idiots!"

"Dude!" Tanis smirked. "Can you imagine?"

"No way, dude."

"Aw, dude!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" screamed all the kindegardeners. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! TOO MANY DUDES IN ONE CONVERSATION!"

They all ran away.

"Well," remarked Kit. "That solves that problem."

"Cool, dude!"

"Yeah, dude!"

"TOOOOOOOOOOO MMMMMMMMANNNNNNNYYY DUDES! AAA!" screamed Kitiara. She ran to the nearest tree and climed up into into. Holding her arms out, she began to air guitar . . .

"Too many dudes

Too many dudes

I have heard to-day

Too many dudes

Too many dudes

I have heard to-day-ay-ay . . . .

There's a wanna-be Knight

Still dressed in that ridiculous bunny suit

There's that half-elf

Who is really good in-"

"KITIARA UTH MATAR, THERE ARE CHILDREN READING!" a very irate voice screamed out of nowhere.

"Sorry!" Kit shrugged. Sturm raised his arms.

"Paladine, Mishakal, gods!" he cried. "You have returned . . . " his eyes gleamed. "Vegetables and cockroaches are planning to take over the world! I must warn everyone! Toodles!"

With that, Sturm the Bunnyman Who-Is-Still-Wearing-That-Bunny-Suit bounced away.

"AAAAh!" Tanis screamed. "Toodles! Nooooo!" he curled up into the fetal position, rocking back and forth, sucking his thumb. "No more toodles mommy no more toodles mommy no more toodles mommy."

Kitiara was about to reply when someone - or something, you never know, do you? - seized her by the back of her neck and yanked her down from the tree.

"Hey, Kit?" Tanis looked up, looking around. "Where are you . . . did you leave me . . . again?"

No answer, obviously, seeing as little blue gremlins are presently gagging our favorite Kit for her horrible singing.

"NO!" screamed Tanis. "I can't decide . . . I CAN NOT DECIDE!" he brightened up suddenly. "I know!"

He went over to a flower, picked it, and began plucking the petals, one by one, saying "apples, bananas, apples, bananas, apples, bananas, apples, bananas, apples, bananas, apples, bananas, apples, bananas, apples, bananas, apples! Whew! I never knew a flower had than many petals!"

He thought a minute, sat down, and began singing . . .

"Oh, apples or bananas

How can I pick the best?

Oh, bananas and ap-ples

Who grow in the weh-eh-est."

He stopped for a minute, paused, then thre himself to his knees and strummed with all his might;

"Flowers

Riddled with thorns

One dark, one light

My heart is torn.

Hours

Pain of yourn

One black, one white

No one to mourn.

Now or

Never to taste scorn

One dim, one bright

One new, one worn."

"GAG HIM TOO!" the gremlins screamed. "Bad singing alert, bad singing alert!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Tanis screamed, hopping to his feet and running as fast as he could away from the irate little blue dudes . . .

And right smack into something big . . .

And all went black.

"How dramatic!" Kit muttered through her gag.

Caramon stared at Tanis . . . or at least he thought it was Tanis. After all, his face was painted and he was dressed really weirdly.

And he, having slammed right into the big warrior, was unconsious.

"Ouch." Tas observed. "You know, running into things really does hurt and leaves sort of a ringing sound in your ears. I remember this one time-"

"Shut it, Tas." Raistlin and Caramon said at the same time.

"So mean!" Tas huffed.

"I know." Merribell leaned closer. "They all usually are."

Tas turned to her. In the before-dusk her hair was lit with thr glow of the fading sun, a glow that danced and sparkled in the many sparkles on her clothing. Her eyes were large and dark and luminous.

. . . a minute passed . . .

"Tas, why are you staring at me?" Merribell finally asked with typical kender curiosity.

"Um . . . " Tas shook himself. "I'm staring at you 'cause I think you're beautiful."

"Oh no!" Raistlin groaned.

"What?" everyone turned to ask.

"The kender are doing a romantic scene!" Raistlin wailed.

"Oh, yeah, this story's messed up." Caramon agreed, shaking his head.

Merribell grinned, than slammed her knees into the ground and began to sing;

"I'm a little kender girl

In a big, interesting world

Lookin' around,

And up, and down

I see so many things

That emotion can bring

And somehow they all end up in my pouches

Except for the couches."

Tas joined in;

"I'm a little kender boy

In a big, interesting void

Wandering up and down

In the skyand under ground

Don't hate it when I sing

Because it's our voices mingling

And you can't put stuff like that in your pouches

Why? No one slouches!"

They both began singing loudly, eerily, and shrilly, but with an odd sweetness.

"We're two little kenders

The earth-and-sky benders

We like to look up, look down

And just plain wander around

Hear the morning bells ring

Ride on a dragon's wing

Don't really care if they aren't here

Got no human fear!

You can go about this whole wide world

And into lightlessness hurled

All your common sense

And go foreward hence

Something, something, something, something

See what emotions we can bring!"

"And now they're singing, too." Raistlin remarked sourly.

"Hey . . . " Caramon looked around. "Where's Tawny?"

It was the oddest sight Flint had ever seen.

A group of humans - a rather large one, come to think of it - was combing the grass with huge combs. Flint had to admit - the grass was nice and pretty. And neat. Comfy, in fact . . .

Sturm the Bunnyman found Flint Fireforge asleep on the grass, along with some irate villagers who were a wee bit upset because he had messed up the neatness.

"The bunnies are good and shall save you all!" he proclaimed to them. Maybe the sight of him in his bunny suit, added with the words he just said, were the things that made thevillagers flee. Maybe they weren't. In any case, the villagers fled back to the Inn, leaving Sturm alone with Flint and a bunch of big combs.

Turning, Sturm was surprised to find himslf nose-to-nose with an elf.

"Hiya! My name's Sturmy and-"

"Ast tasarak sinularun krynawi."

Sturm fell asleep next to Flint, snoring. Dalamar sighed and grinned slightly. Walking to the nearest tree, he leaned against it, a dark shadow in the twilight, and began to quietly hum, than sing;

"Oh, to feel the magic

Of the secrets fill you

Oh, to feel the magic

Of the darkness shroud you

Oh, to feel the pain

That such darkness brings

When embraced, the rain

Pours you out from the Sun's domain.

The aspen trees are singing

The moon is glowing bright

The right flowers are blooming

And all doth seem right."

Dalamar began to quietly pretend to play the guitar;

"But darkness is here

Evil is near

In a form of an elf

Unblinded by the light

Promised to the darkness,

Child of the night.

When judged, dark eyes are chaste

Hatred comes from all around him

They fear that which he embraced;

The night, the darkness, the hymn

Of the dark moon's song

Calling him to where he belongs

And it isn't there;

Among the aspens fair;

It is in the dark

Dimm'd the spark

Look to the Dark Moon

To see their doom

It won't be yours.

And thus the rain pours."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" screamed the Rabid Fangirls. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! DAL-LY DAL-LY DAL-LY DAL-LY DAL-LY DAL-LY DAL-LY DAL-LY DAL-LY DAL-LY DAL-LY! DALLY, WE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU!"
soo . . . what did you think of this one?

I'm ending the story soon , you can see that. Never fear, I plan on doing a sequel.

So . . . review, please.