Marie: Ha! Another chapter! Once again, three chapters written in one day…I'm sensing a pattern here…lol. Anyway, R&R.
"Hey, this looks like The Wild," commented Sad, surveying their surroundings.
The group of now five, led by Strydex, had set out early that morning, hoping to avoid the Nasals.
"Who's wild?" asked Mitten, trudging along behind Sad.
"Nobody's wild, but you're stupid." Spam gets in a foul mood when he's stayed up all night having nightmares about Barbie sheets, Teletubbies, and Barney videos.
"Who's stupid?" asked Mitten.
"Shut up!" A very foul mood…
Suddenly the bobbits stopped. Once you hear Mitten's stomach growl you know that you had better stop before things got ugly.
Strydex, however, did not understand this concept. When he realized that they were no longer traipsing behind him, he stopped and looked back. The sight of the bobbits stopping to eat made him roll his eyes.
"Gentlemen, we do not stop 'til nightfall."
Mitten looked at him, bewildered. "But what about lunch?" he asked.
"It's supposed to be breakfast, Mitt," whispered Sad.
Mitten looked at him now, bewildered. "We've already had it."
"We've had one yes. What about second breakfast?" Suddenly Sad realized that this conversation seemed a might odd and mixed up
Strydex just rolled his eyes again and started to move on.
"I don't think he knows about lunch or second breakfast, Mitten." Sad picked up his stuff and started to move on.
"Well, what about tensies, supperon, morning tea, lunch, dinner? He knows about them, doesn't he?" Mitten followed Sad, who looked a little annoyed.
"Mitten, he doesn't know about elevensies, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner, or supper, alright?" He continued walking.
"Well, I know that. But what about tensies, supperon, morning te…" He was stopped, as he was knocked unconscious for a few moments by more flying wax fruit.
"Hmm…that fruit came in handy more than I thought," commented Sad, as he stared down at his knocked out friend.
After arousing Mitten, the group started on again, eventually reaching a destination to stop at.
"This is the old watchtower of Comin' Soon. We will rest here tonight." Strydex led the way to the naturally watch shaped pillar of rock ahead of them.
After Strydex left the bobbits to go keep watch, Dodo decided he wanted to sleep, since he had been kept awake by Spam's constant mutterings about Teletubbies…
He awoke a little while later, hearing strange noises. The sight that met him made him recoil in horror.
His bobbit friends were all jumping around, waving flashlights, and singing "Barney is a Dinosaur"! He rushed up to them, tackling the nearest one, who ended up being a still grumpy Spam.
"Turn them off, you fools! Turn them off!" He wrestled Spam's flashlight out of his hands and turned it off.
But he was too late. The damage had been done. No more than 2 minutes later did they start hearing the audible moos that belonged to the Nasals. Dodo, realizing that they were no longer in a safe position, motioned for them to go to the top of the watch shaped rock formation.
No sooner were they upon the top of the hill when the Nasals appeared in view, this time covered in sheets with pictures of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on them. They mooed terrifyingly when they saw the bobbits huddled in a corner.
Spam tried his best to defend Dodo, but he tripped on another of those piles of thorny sticks (a bit of a nuisance, aren't they?), pulling Sad and Mitten down with him.
This surprised the Nasals, who had not expected to be attacked the bobbits, nor had they expected for said bobbits to go tumbling down to the ground without them even doing anything.
The lead Nasal spotted Dodo and advanced. Dodo quickly put on the mood ring, causing him to be pushed into the weird shadowy world of the ring. He saw the Nasals for what they really were- clowns, spawns of Satan.
He tried to get away, but the lead Nasal progressed toward him, only to trip over the pile of thorny sticks, still containing three bobbits. He plunged headlong into Dodo, stabbing him near fatally in the chest with his blade.
Dodo ripped the mood ring off, once again forgetting that this, in turn, tore skin off too, and howled in pain, not only about his finger, but that pesky little stab in his shoulder.
"Spam!" he yelled, not noticing that Strydex was now fighting off the Nasals with a crucifix and holy water. So they're vampiric clowns too? Gasp!
Spam rushed over, still picking out thorns and inspected the gaping hole in Dodo's shoulder. "It's but a flesh wound, Mr. Dodo! Tell them to come back here. You'll bite their legs off!"
Dodo stared at his friend, wondering if he had received a concussion as well when he had tripped over those sticks.
Strydex, having warded off the last of the Nasals, raced over to Dodo and picked up the blade that had stabbed him.
"He's been stabbed with the Morgul Blade of the Hopping Dingalings. They never stop hopping, in case you didn't know. He needs Bellish medicine." Strydex picked Dodo up and carried him to a safe place as fast as his feet would carry him.
"But we're three hundred days from Driven-Dell! He'll never make it!" yelled Spam.
Apparently Strydex hadn't heard, so he reluctantly followed him into the Wild once again, thinking of how concerned he was for Dodo and wondering if this meant he was going to see Bells sometime soon…
Post note: All I've gotta say is R&R! Thx!