No, I don't own Teen Titans. begins fighting angry lawyers Or any associated intellectual property. Begins fleeing angry lawyers Or any characters. hides from angry lawyers (in a muffled voice ) And here's another chapter. The only thing I own is the plot! Angry lawyers leave.
Emerges Whoa, déjà vu.
Angry mob of readers approaches..... Gasp! .....Begins running...Angry lawyers, angry readers who are angry who want to kill me for not updating, and angry readers who are angry who want to kill me for giving away the end to "Spellbound" on my bio approach and prepare to burn me at the stake..... Grabs witches' broom and begins flying .....Ha, the power of the pen! I can do anything I want because I am the authoress!... I realize I don't have a pen....Gasp! Again! ....falls rapidly..... begins rising again flying some weird contraptiony thingy and typing .....Ha ha, the power of the computer, the high-tech version of the pen! Now, if only I had a faster typing speed.....Finds pen, gets on witch broom again, throws new chapter to angry mob
Enjoy!
Ch. 3
I just got back from Columbus! Here's another chappie! I finished my homework twice as fast for you! Appreciate me, people!
The museum was across the city, so the Titans took the T-car. Cyborg had installed chopper blades so it would be able to fly. And so it would be able to defy the laws of physics. But that's another story. (I promise you, dear Reader, that I will write it soon.) This mainly contributed to the Titans' failure to notice that Raven was gone, probably because they were too preoccupied with trying to stay in their seats.
"Cyyyybbbborrrggg?" Robin gasped out, after roughly thirty seconds of this out-of-place rollercoaster.
"Yeah?" Cyborg sqiggled on the digital display on the dashboard.
"Arrrrreeee yyyyooouu sssuuurre tthhhisss iss sssafffeee?"
"No. Why do you ask?"
Of course, the bizarreness of Cyborg's makeshift helicopter was nothing compared to what the Titans encountered inside the museum.
Now, it should probably be explained that inside the science museum was currently an exhibit on the human psyche. Many gigantic plasma-like models of brains were hovering on the ceiling. Symbolic electrical signals zapped from plastic synapse to plastic synapse. Children rode on squishy pink seats that brought them along a track so they could explore various parts of the exhibit without running around to much. (And without getting their daily exercise or lack thereof. Well, they got the lack thereof, but their parents would have to deal with their cooped-up energy sooner or later.) The exhibit was suffering a slow day when the BrainBender attacked-the last two customers had left only moments before. Robbery hadn't been expected-no regular villain would ever try to rob this exhibit.
But the BrainBender wasn't a regular villain.
He was an idiot, too. And that is why he didn't listen to his mother and become a plastic surgeon-no, no-he had to become a supervillain instead. This, incidentally, was exactly what was on his mind when he cut a sleek round hole in the window and slipped in.
"I'm such an idiot. Why didn't I listen to my mother and become a plastic surgeon? No, no- I had to become a supervillain instead."
Looking around, he smiled malevolently-or as malevolently as a pink and evil and even cornier version of Sponge Bob Square Pants can possibly malevolently smile. Other villains made evil amusement parks, but nobody had yet corrupted a science exhibit. And with good reason-doing so was purely idiotic.
"Other villains make evil amusement parks, but nobody has yet corrupted a science exhibit. And doing so is purely GENIUS!"
Wow, he was a real flip-flopper.
"Wow, you're a real flip-flopper, you know that?" Robin asked, somersaulting through the hole in the window.
Ted groaned. This guy made lamer jokes than he did. Pressing a button in his belt (which made an appalling squishing noise when he did) Robin heard a click from the ceiling, and he realized with growing horror-well, not really, growing amusement-yes, that's the word I was looking for-that a holographic projector had shut off.
And as the lights dimmed, dark colors spread across the scene laid out before him. And just in time; he barely dodged a runaway pink riding-around-the-exhibit car.
Somersaulting behind a large model, Robin gasped for breath. He was completely new to this whole decoy thing. Normally the job went to Cyborg and Beast Boy, but their chief weapon of distraction was currently missing.
And he was about to find out why.
I am SO sorry it was so short. I had a really long week, I was in Columbus. I will work at updating tomorrow (Saturday, the 23rd) and the day after next (Sunday, the 25th.) Please review!
By the way, what are you going to be for Halloween? I'm going to go as a witch because that way I don't have to wear a costume.
Happy Halloween, everybody!
