Back on the Highway.We left KT's with her number. So we can call her later on. Ok,we were so close to Denver's Arts' Festival. With all those discractions I was suprised that we would never ever reach the Arts Festival but... WE DID!

We reached Denver and the Arts Festival. We parked the car and went into the line and wait to get in. We had the right amount of money for it and I was so excited. Finally after all the comotion I was finally at the destation I wanted to be. Ever since I was a young boy, I always went to the Arts Fair with my mother who sold jewlery that teenagers bought for good luck or to look cool in school. I loved seeing up coming artists and musians and poets.

Kalim only came to make money... Which wasn't a suprise to me. Mrs Smith only came to see her grandchildren or so I thought.Like me she was entering the poetry contest. What luck? I was sure gonna win but the contest got tighter... I met some old friends, Anna, Yoh, Manta and Amidamaru... How did they get here? WHY WERE THEY HERE?

"Hey Sliva!" Yoh called out and waved.

I waved back and had a sweatdrop from my head. I walked over to them.

"How are you all doing?" I asked.

"Fine. We are all here to see Ryu's rock star childhood friend, Washu," (((RING A BELL!))) Manta explained.

"And to meet Horo Horo's grandmother, Mrs Smith," Yoh smiled.

Amidamaru appeared "We heard she makes very good cookies."

"Yes... I have met her. She isn't that nice!"

Anna laughed "Ha! Sliva is scared of an old lady who knows how to fly an umbrella? That is why I am here to meet her and see if I can get Umbrella Flying lessons."

"What? Is that so you can keep an eye on Yoh and Manta?" Amidamaru asked.

Anna smirked. Manta looked scared like he could read Anna's mind. Yoh was giggling nervously.

"So Sliva, What are you doing here?" asked Manta looking up to me.

"I am enterying the poetry contest. With my two best poems."

They all looked in shock at me. They heard the poems Mrs Smith wrote and I had no chance against her. GREAT! Just great but I was still gonna enter. That old bag has insulted me an enough with her umbrella flying, getting arrested for driving slow and baking Kalim cookies and not me!

"You would have no chance against Mrs Smith. Her poems are way good!" Amidamaru said to blow the silence out.

Kalim was too busy selling hand-made good luck charms. Though they weren't selling very well. Unlike the merchants across from Kalim's stall. Horo Horo (The one and only one we ALL LOVE and know and is related to Mrs Smith.) comes and decided to help Kalim out.

"Yo Kalim! What's up?" asked Horo Horo.

"Nothing much... I haven't sold many good luck charms."

Horo Horo looked at the price tags and his eyes widen with complete shock.

"IF MY GRANDMOTHER WAS HERE SHE WOULD HIT YOU WITH HER HANDBAG!" Horo Horo freaked "WHY ARE THEY SO EXPENSIVE?"

"B'coz when we were on the Roadtrip to get here. On Night one, Sliva made camp in front of a strip club and I was very curious you see..."

Horo Horo nodded "Ah! I see... Were there any blondes?"

"Yeah! Plenty of them. There was this one who was wearing a pink-glitter outfit and she looked really pretty. I spent $120 on her alone."

Horo Horo folded his arms and shouke his head "Tut, tut tut, Kalim. If Grannie Smith heard that she would slap you with her handbag."

Kalim looked shocked. Horo Horo got the black marker and changed the prices to the Good Luck charms and stood by and watched the costumers come by. They were forking it in like mad. Thier sale rivals weren't impressed. This means war!

"Look, Brandi! Your ex-boyfriend is selling good luck charms too," said Samantha, a girl working in the rival stall.

Brandi looked at Kalim and smirked "He be outta business soon. Kalim was always such a sweetie."

Brandi put the prices down on her merchandise. Then the costumers rushed back to her. Kalim stood up and looked at his sale rivals and reconised her. He started to cry...

"My ex-girlfriend!" he weeped promotly.

Horo Horo raised the prices lower and everyone was back with them again. The War was beginning.

"If she broke your heart then lets break her business!" Horo Horo exclaimed with his fist up in the air.

Brandi's friend, Samantha looked over at Horo Horo like she knew him! She secretly raised the prices of the goods and Kalim was forking more in.

"That is $4! Thanks! Buy again!" Kalim greeted his costumers.

"I can't believe him! How is he raking in more money than me?" Brandi said shocked.

Brandi walked over to Kalim's stall. She was real mad at him for setting up a good luck stall. This was Kalim's chance to get revenage on her for dumping him in the world's most shocking way. On Live 8! A charity gig! LOW I TELL YOU! LOW! That and Kalim spoiled my best shirt with his tears. That is why I hate her!

"Kalim! What are you doing? Setting up a hand-made good luck charm stall? Phew! That was a handful!"

Kalim stood up and everyone looked at him since there was no good storylines recently in The Bold & Beauitful. (Boy! Do I love that soap!)

"It's free country! I can set up a a hand-made good luck charm stall if I want to. You can't control me!" Kalim announced.

"Ooh... Ah..." said everyone watching.

Horo Horo was waving flags with Kalim's face on them and cheering him on.

"Go Kalim! It's Birthday," Horo Horo cheered.

"Oh it ain't his Birthday! His Birthday is on April 24. 14 days after Washu McChan the creator of this fanfic's Birthday which is April 10. To all those who don't know." Brandi pointed out.

Horo Horo looked at Brandi weirdly "I was just cheering my pal on!"

"Hello! We are meant to have a huge arguement in front of all these people!" Kalim said waving his arms around.

The audience sat down and started to eat pop-corn and drink Soda Pop. They were watching Kalim and Brandi like it was a soap opera.

"Anyway, I am trying to earn a living. You are only selling those good luck charms to make me feel worse than the time you got U2 to dump me on Live 8!"

"Ooh... Ah!"

"Well, do you expect me to dump you by myself? And Bono does it so well," Brandi asked folding her arms.

Horo Horo changed his clothes and was wearing a suit like he was Jerry Springer. There was a light up logo with Horo Horo's name and Horo Horo's spirit, Kororo was handling with the camera. Ok, this was Horo Horo's Art project for the Film Contest. Using real life situations and creating a Talk show! Very creative unlike Jerry Springer who uses fake people and make them fight.

"Question for Brandi," said a familiar voice.

That Familiar voice was... Drum roll please... Mrs Smith!

"Ask her, Grannie!" Horo Horo replied.

Mrs Smith took Horo Horo's microphone "How can you be so heartless? Kalim is a decent man and you treated him like dirt. You even got one of the World's Most famous rock bands to dump him."

"You are just an old lady. You know nothing!" Brandi said shaking her fists.

"Wanna battle?" Mrs Smith asked.

"You're on!"

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

Horo Horo looked worried "I don't have bodyguards like Jerry Springer does!"

"MRS SMITH IS A SHAMAN?" Kalim freaked.

Here is the big suprise! Mrs Smith is a Shaman and so is Brandi. I, Sliva need to have a bath. So, I will leave you with this cliff-hanger and the many questions. What spirits do both shamans have? And when will Washu (The creater of this fanfic) appear and will she speak? And who are the judges of the poetry contest? Ok, I really need to have a bath. Now, where's my rubber duckie, Moose?

To be Continued...

Authur's Notes

This had to be the hardest chapter to write. So, Sorry if you totally didn't like it as much as the others. I promise, the next chapter will totally shock you. Actually everthing in this fanfic is shocking! Haha! I laugh too much. This is not my speaking part. That is in the next chapter or is it? See ya! All the best, Washu McChan