Claire walked out from behind a rock (trees were SO last chapter…). "Greetings again, my fellow humans. Time for the next installment of 'Lost in Transcription'! But, before we start, an announcement…
Thank you to our wonderful reviewer for pointing out that author's notes are allowed. We DID figure this out…but not until we were 'creating the story' and decided that Claire would make a better narrator of sorts than just a stupid author's note. But merci all the same. We here on the island LOVE our reviewers…
And now, with much pleasure, we bring to you…the second chapter of LOST IN TRANSCRIPTION!!!"
CHAPTER TWO
Reptiles and Measurment Problems
Charlie didn't know much in the way of measurements. He failed that part of fourth grade when they learned about inches and all that crap. But he was pretty sure that his mouth was open a good amount…probably a meter? Or was that centimeter……..
Standing there, right before his eyes, was…
IGGY THE WONDER IGUANA WITH A MEXICAN MOUSTACHE!!!
Charlie couldn't believe his bright, beautiful seeing mechanisms. An iguana on the island? It made no friggin sense……
But then it occurred to him…could this facial-haired reptile have any idea where his elephantine cup of java was headed off to?
"Hola, Chalie…"
THE IGUANA SPEAKS thought Chalie.
"…you may not know me. I am IGGY THE WONDER IGUANA WITH THE MEXICAN MOUSTACHE…"
I KNOW thought Chalie.
"…and I bring tidings of great joy…"
OOO GOODY JOY thought Charlie.
"…for unto us on this day…"
FOR SOME REASON I JUST THOUGHT OF CHRISTMAS thought Charlie.
"…an especially delicious beverage is born…"
MMMMMMM BEVERAGE thought Charlie.
"…and you will have to find it…"
WHERE? Thought Charlie.
"You will have to discover that on your own…" And IGGY THE WONDER IGUANA WITH THE MEXICAN MOUSTACHE vanished…
HE CAN READ THOUGHTS? Thought Charlie. He also wondered why so many people seemed to be disappearing on this island. Oh well, back to business…
He galloped off into the sunset on his trusty caffeine high.
Soon he reached the caves. "I will have to bring rations on my adventure…quest…thing…" he told himself. Stealthily and carefully, he made sure nobody was watching.
Everyone was sleeping. Charlie noticed that Jack was wearing purple toe socks.
Content that nobody was awake, he pulled a duffel bag out from behind a rock and unzipped it. Inside was the secret to how he had gotten Starbucks on this island…
it was…
Narrator chokes on a piece of lemon meringue pie and dies, convulsing on the floor. A new one is brought in…
Ah, yes, where were we? Anyway…
Charlie gazed longingly at his stash. But what if he ran out? Oh well, he'd worry about that when it happens. But for now, he would need to pack it for his adventure.
"What's in there?"
Charlie jumped five meters in the air. Or was that inches…
Locke stepped out from the shadows. "So?" he asked. "What's in there?"
"Uh…nothing…" a almost-pissed-his-pants Charlie replied.
"Well, if you didn't throw the last of your drugs in the fire, I would have guessed it was that."
"Uh…I'm…going on a trip."
"Where to?"
"Well, I saw this thing in the woods, but it disappeared. I'm going to find it."
Locke smiled contently and crossed him arms, leaning back a bit. "It appears you are chasing your White Chocolate Mocha Latte."
Charlie's eyes lit up. "THEY MAKE THOSE??????" he asked excitedly. He jumped up, grabbed some boar ribs off the fire, and ran off into the woods. Locke heard cried of "WHITE CHOCOLATE!!!" echo back from the darkness.
HE'S ON HIS WAY Locke thought. AND HE'S NOT COMING BACK…
Claire walked out from behind a stump (rocks were SO beginning of this chapter…) "Hello, I hope you all thoroughly enjoyed that chapter…mucho thanks to the author's wonderful sister for giving IGGY THE WONDER IGUANA WITH THE MEXICAN MOUSTACHE when the author asked her for a completely random word. Mucho thanks, sister of author!"