Well, here we are again! The new chapter of Dragon in Paradise! I got it up, even though I was sick! Yay!
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Dragon in Paradise: The Sun is too Hot
YFWE
"Now, I know I've been asking a lot of questions lately, but why are we taking a ferry to the island?", Jake asked from the backseat of their Astro Van that was now boarding a ferry to Calloway Cay.
Jake's dad, who at this point was the only other person in the car, sighed and said, "First of all, stop asking questions. Second, do you see a bridge going over to the island?"
"No, but..."
"That's what I thought!", his dad yelled, and turned back around in his seat. He was very defensive today.
"Okay...", Jake raised his eyebrow, before deciding that it'd probably be better for his sake if he was to keep quiet for a while.
His dad seemed to always get this way before they traveled. He was always jumpy and easily pissed off. Even now, when they were nearing their final destination, he was still this way. There was hostility in the van between the two, but the silence was finally broken as Grandpa returned to the van. It was possible to leave the car and look around above deck. Their family was supposed to stay in the car so they could get off the fairy as soon as possible. Still, that didn't stop half the family from getting out. Grandpa returned... with a plastic bag.
"Lao... where'd you get the bag", Dad asked.
Grandpa, once back in the driver's seat of the van, searched in the bag, and pulled out one of those air freshener things that are shaped like dice and you hang from the rear view mirror. (I don't know if these have an actual name, but... I'm sure you guys know what I'm talking about.) "I have always wanted one of these, and the gift shop had them and I had US dollars. So I bought one."
"Well... it's your money", Dad said, "But I think that you may need to spend your money a little more wisely."
"Do not tell me what to buy. I do what I want!"
Meanwhile, as the ferry became very close to the Cay, Jake's mom and Haley returned to the van after Haley's most recent meeting with the bathroom.
"Jake, why'd you tell me to eat at Krystal?", asked Haley accusingly.
Jake's eyes widened, "Say what? I told you NOT to eat there!"
"Jake! Stop trying to lay the blame on Haley! You know what you told her!", his mom exclaimed.
At this point, Jake once again realized that everyone was a little miffed with each other, so he decided to stay quiet until the ferry was in port.
This ended up being just a few minutes later.
(End)
"Wow, this place is as beautiful as Majestic Cay", Jake's mom said, awed, after they got off the ferry and drove down the road that led to the beaches.
"Yeah... beautiful", Jake smiled wildly, as soon as they got to the town, which was abruptly named Calloway. He wasn't looking at the scenery, though. More like all the girls lining the beaches. "Oh, I'm in heaven", Jake said, "I'm so glad that Rose isn't gonna be here."
(End)
"I'm so glad Jake's gonna be here", Rose whispered to herself as she followed her family inside the hotel they'd be staying at: the Calloway Guest House. It was a nice establishment; much nicer on the outside than the Holiday Inn that sat down the road. This hotel had a more... homey feeling to it. It would make sense, though, because it was about a fourth the size of the Holiday Inn and had just as fewer rooms.
"Rose?", her mother called for her as her dad checked in, "Just wanted to let you know, your father got a special amenity for staying here, and that was an extra room. So you'll have your own room."
"Whoa... you mean it? I actually get to sleep by myself?", Rose was excited. And for good reason. Her dad snored like a... a... well, you get the picture. He was a heavy snorer. Rose had been out of their house for almost a year now, and when she left, her mom and dad weren't sleeping in the same room. Had it changed? She didn't know, but what she DID know was that they'd have to for the next week. "Thanks, mom! Thanks a lot!"
"Yeah... you're welcome", she muttered under her breath. Apparently, she wasn't all too thrilled about sleeping with her husband. "But also, we're going to have to go by the last name "Hunter" this week. You know what I mean, right?"
Rose nodded. Her family couldn't go by their real names. In fact, they were lucky to be able to keep their first names. When she came to New York, she went under the name Yvette. She hated that name. "Rose Hunter... Rose Hunter... not bad!", she flashed a fake smile, noticing that her new last name beared ironic similarities to the Huntsclan.
"Alright. That's all I have to say. Now...", she looked around before lowering her voice, "How's my brother? And the dragons? And what about this Jake boy that I heard you talk about last time?"
(End)
"Holiday Inn Calloway", Jake's dad breathed a sigh of relief when they entered the parking lot of the Holiday Inn. The sun was almost down by now, and a lot of the town's lights were on. A precursor to how this hotel would be was basically shown when they saw the lit up sigh for the hotel. Most of the lights in the letters were burnt out. Except for six, and when you read them, they read, "O No Way."
"Okay, everyone. Let's get our luggage out, and then we'll assign rooms, and then we'll crash", David Long said, "I think we all need it."
"Not I", said the Grandpa.. (I've always wanted to put that line in somewhere.)
"Well, could you at least help us, dad?", Jake's mom asked, "After all, your stuff is in here, too."
"I suppose so", Grandpa said, picking up his lone suitcase. He immediately felt a light tapping from the inside of it. "Oh my... I'll meet you inside. Jake, come here." Jake obeyed, although not knowing what was going on. That is, until he remembered that they were supposed to give Fu Dog about... eight hours ago. Jake gasped. Could Fu be dead?
(Author's note: I actually wish he would be dead. Fu has got to be my least fave character on the show.)
As soon as they were to the side of the building, out of sight of everyone, their family especially, Grandpa clicked open the suitcase, and out rolled Fu onto the hard blacktop ground.
He groaned as soon as he was out. Well, at least he was alive. He was just very ticked off.
"I tell you... get me some air... at the airport", he struggled to catch his breath, "And what happens? Three different airports, and you don't... let me get out until we get to the damn hotel! I oughtta..."
"Yo, yo, Fu! Calm down! There's a perfectly good explanation!", exclaimed Jake. Grandpa looked at him funny, as if to say, "There is?" "Uh, yeah, um..."
"Waiting", Fu said, tapping his foot... er, paw... on the ground.
In the meantime, a young boy and his mother walked on the sidewalk by them. The boy could see them, and tugged at his mother's sleeve, "Mommy! Mommy, that dog over there is talking!"
"Yeah, okay, honey. Sure it is. Now come on!", she dragged him along.
"Well, you see... at the first airport, we were almost late. The second, we were eating, and the third, we had a little incident with the restroom."
Fu looked as if he was about to burst, "I don't think you can even comprehend what happened to me today. Old Faithful over here", he said, referring to Grandpa, "Could barely pick up the suitcase, so I was basically dragged the whole way. Then I was literally thrown into the cargo hold of the plane, where I was ACTUALLY able to get some air for about a minute, before you guys took off and luggage slammed into me. And THEN", he continued, seeming to get madder by the second, "I realized that I really had to use the bathroom. And THEN I realized that it is bad to eat any type of Mexican product the night before you leave. Now I know how the Jews felt in the gas chambers. (I hope no one's offended by that.) And now I've been thrown onto a hard blacktop ground, waking me up after having been passed out for the last two hours. So, how's your day been?"
"Well, seems like you have had quite a day, Fu", Grandpa was trying to look concerned when in reality he was trying extremely hard not to laugh, "Maybe, if I am able to get a separate room, you may rest for awhile."
"Hell, no! I'm hittin' the town! It's too dark to go to the beach, but I've heard from some sources back in NYC that this place has quite a nightlife. Comin', Gramps?"
"It is likely. I have not eaten anything for a while, so I may tag along. Jake?"
Jake thought about it for a moment. It was either with these two, or the rest of his family. He could either go clubbing, or do whatever the hell that his mom, dad, and Haley the child prodigy would be doing. "Yeah... I'll definitely be comin' with you guys", he said, glad he'd made this decision, "But first, let's make sure we'll be having two rooms and not one."
(End)
"There is a God", Jake exclaimed, although under his breath, as soon as his dad informed him that: 1) There were two rooms, and 2) He'd get to sleep with Gramps and Fu.
They opened the door to their room, and walked inside, and dropped their bags on the bed. Wait... the bed. There was only one bed. They stared at each other, wondering what would happen. "Can you say... rollaway?", asked Fu.
"Yes I can! Rollaway!", called someone from outside the door. A man that looked Italian (Why there was an Italian there, working in the Bahamas, they couldn't figure out.)danced by the door. He was a room steward, and he seemed to be able to speak perfect English.
"Just the man we need", Jake said, and walked to the door. He peered around the corner into the hallway, in the direction where the Italian guy had gone. He was still prancing down the hall. "Hey! Could ya come here?", called Jake. But the man either couldn't hear him or just wasn't listening. He continued, rounding the corner, while singing, "This sheet is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!"
"Um... okay...", Jake stuttered, noting the absolute randomness that had just presented itself. But the awkward moment ended when another man came down the hall. Knowing where they were, you'd think that this hotel would hire Bahamians. But they had yet to see one. This guy looked South American. "Hey, excuse me, but could you help us out?"
The man stopped and looked at Jake. But he didn't say anything. "We need a rollaway bed. Can you get us one?" The man didn't seem to register this, though. He continued a blank stare. It was clear that this man did not understand English.
Jake soon realized that this was gonna be hard. He pointed inside to their room. "See... bed?", Jake tried to explain.
The man smiled. "Yes, bed! You welcome. Goodbye." And he began to walk away. He obviously didn't get it.
"No! We need a be! Come back! Aw, dammit", he said, and began to walk back into his room.
(End)
"Is there a place in the world that DOESN'T have a McDonald's?', remarked Jake as he, Grandpa, and Fu walked down the main street in the town. It was lit up pretty nice, and there was, as said, a McDonald's. But something told Jake that wasn't where they were going. "So, uh, Gramps. Where are we actually going?", he asked.
"Do not ask me. Fu Dog is who I am following."
"Yeah, yeah. That's right. Now, it's right up there", he nodded toward a place a few blocks up the street. It was called the No-Worries' Restaurant and Lounge- and the line was out the door.
"Uh, Fu? Got a problem. It'll take us at least an hour to get in!"
"No, no, no, don't worry. We got a reserved table. We're good. Now, gotta let you guys know, this place's owner is actually a retired member of the World Organization of Powerful Wizards. In other words, he's a magical individual. (Individual is the only word I could think of.) But only his right hand man knows. Everyone else... all the waiters, cooks, etc., have no clue. So don't mention anything to them. Second, they've got a room in the back where magical creatures can go. I might go back there. You guys can come, too, but I'd suggest we eat first." They got to a marked line that read, "Special People." Although Jake hoped that this was not their line, as he had a little problem with being called "special", when he saw Fu, who was dressed in clothes that a little boy might wear because dogs were not likely allowed in, go in that line, his fears were realized. "Well, that sucks", Jake sighed, and entered the line, hearing whispers and snickers from the line beside him as he entered.
They got to their table inside, and immediately menus were stuffed into their faces. Jake looked at the guy who had just given them their menus as he walked away. They guy was a little big... and half of his buttcrack was showing.
"Oh... my... God", Jake felt as if he was going to vomit, "Fu? Are you so sure about this place? 'Cause I'm not."
Fu looked at the man, "Ah, don't worry, kid. That's Jeff King. Don't worry; he only passes out menus. They don't even let him near the food. But he's trying to cut his weight; he's on TrimSpa, or something."
Jake was still staring at Jeff, and tried to avert his gaze to his menu. But he wasn't all that hungry anymore. That is, until he saw... her.
She was walking toward their table. In her hand she held... a pencil and a notepad. She had long brown hair.
"Oh my God!", said a man sitting at a table as she walked by him, "Your rack is frickin' awesome!" (I know... I stole that from Tony Hawk's Underground 2)
This prompted the girl to smack him, yelling, "You perv!" As soon as she figured he'd learned his lesson, she sighed and continued toward their table.
"Sorry for the wait. Welcome to No Worries'. I'll be your waitress. Now if there's anything you need, just holler. Now, are you all ready to order? Yes? Okay, let's start with you.", she went over to Grandpa.
Jake was really surprised. She couldn't be more than fifteen. And he was, for sure, in love. Then for a split second he thought about Rose. Rose was his girlfriend. She would never approve of him having another girlfriend. But still, it wasn't like she was here. How did the old saying go? What happens on Spring Break, stays on Spring Break?
"Um... excuse me", the girl said to Fu, "But if you're looking for the children's menu, it's..."
"Hello! Do I look like a little kid to you?", yelled Fu so loud that almost everyone in the restaurant could hear.
"Um... I don't mean to be rude, sir, but although you may not sound like a kid, you do look like one!", the waitress replied.
"Hey! Short people have feelings too!", growled Fu, "I'm about to be outta..."
"Fu! Calm down! You are the one who wanted us to come here in the first place. So get a hold of yourself!", exclaimed Grandpa.
Fu stared in silence for a moment, got up out of his seat, and headed toward the bathroom.
"Er... alright, then. Can I take your...", she saw Jake for the first time. She looked... awed. Like she was seeing the most wonderful thing in the world.
"I... uh... oh, I'm sorry. What do you want?", she asked, blushing.
"Hot dog", Jake said, smiling. Oh, this was great. She was falling for him. Had to be. Also, as a side note, he didn't really want the hot dog. However, it appeared to be the only non-seafood item on the menu.
"Um... okay! Be right back!", and she ran off as fast as she could to the kitchen.
Jake snickered under his breath, and then turned to Grandpa, "So... where you think Fu went?"
Grandpa showed a smile of his own, "The entrance to this back room is around the bathrooms. I am sure he went in there."
"Oh, okay."
(End)
The food was actually good, to say the least. Jake just couldn't shake the fact that the waitress kept staring at him whenever she wasn't doing anything. It made it almost a little uncomfortable to eat, but it was alright.
Soon enough, she brought them their check. "I hope that everything was great. Have a nice night!", and then she went over to speak to Jake personally, "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow? There's that big beach party. See you there, maybe?"
"Uh... sure, I might", Jake said, and she smiled and began walking away. "Wait, I don't know your..."
She turned for a split second at the table next to them to help another table. Her nametag read... Cim. Cim? What kind of name was Cim? It was almost as bad as that Yvette girl Jake had met on the subway one day.
"Come, Jake. We must get back to get sleep. But first, let us get Fu Dog", Grandpa said, motioning him toward the bathrooms.
There was a lone door back there (besides the bathroom doors) that was marked 'employees only'. "This must be it", Grandpa said, and opened the door.
It was the right spot. A lot quieter than the restaurant, it was almost like a lounge. The manager was in there, playing poker with Fu and two trolls. A woman that looked normal (but you could never be sure) was behind a bar.
"Fu! It is getting late, we must leave", Grandpa called to him.
"Yo! Gramps, ever tried a Swisher cigar?", Fu asked, referring to the lit cigar in his mouth, "They're kinda hard to find in New York."
"Fu!"
"Alright, just a sec. Now, I see your colorful starfish, and I raise you this rare seashell and clam."
Suddenly, a stream of fire shot at the clam and seashell he was holding up. "Ow! Alright, alright, I'm coming! Jeez."
(End)
THE NEXT DAY
"Alright. Monday. Day two", Trixie said as she unlocked the door to Grandpa's shop. She'd slept all day after she came home from the shop. She didn't know what Spud had done, and frankly, she didn't want to know.
"Another boring day", Spud sighed. "Tell me again who signed us up for this job?"
"Quit ya whinin'", she replied. " I mean, it's not like I really wanna be here either, but tomorrow we actually get to open the store. So until then, let's just wait this out. Now, did you print off the store hours?"
"You've gotta tell me these things!"
Trixie sighed, "I did. I pity the person that hires you one day. D' you think Grandpa has a computer?"
"Doubt it", Spud said, "I'm going out on a limb here, but I'm guessing this place isn't all that technologically advanced."
"Alright. I'm gonna do somethin' I shoulda done a long time ago!", she went behind the counter and grabbed a pencil and a large piece of construction paper."Just gonna write it out."
"Wow... you're smart", Spud was awed, "Where do you get all these ideas?"
"Not from you", she chuckled, posting the sign up on the door, "Oh wait, I'm getting another idea! Another vision!"
"Really? What?"
"Bring that Game Station on Wednesday. I'm sure it can plug into their TV."
"Yes, oh captain, my captain!"
"Yeah... sure."
(End)
"Wow... they actually got the sign up", Mikhaila exclaimed as she looked through binoculars at the shop's door from the rooftop of a nearby building. All four of the new recruits- plus the Huntsmaster- were up there. The recruits were, for the first time, in their very own Huntsclan uniforms. Although they didn't look as nice as Rose's- they were simply black- they were still going to work.
"Hoods up", Huntsmaster ordered, "You're about to go in. Look across. There's a sun roof over there. You'll go in through there. Find anything you can about the American Dragon. Also, you'll probably be going in there again, so make yourselves at least a little familiar with the place. If at any point in time, you are caught, go out the way you came. If you can't get out that way, go out a window, or something. Under no circumstances can you be caught. I will be waiting back at the Huntslair. Good luck." And with that he was gone.
"Okay...", Regan said, staring at the huge gap that separated the two buildings, "Who'd like to go first?"
(End)
"I am SO glad that they had a fire escape", Brittney said as they climbed the stairs leading to the rooftop of the shop, "There was no way I was gonna jump between the two buildings!"
"And to think that this kind of thing is actually in our blood", Regan said, referring to the fact that they were all descendants of past Huntsclan members. "Okay, here we are", he said as soon as they reached the top, "Everyone here?"
Yes, all four of them were. Even Derek, who didn't seem to be having any problems with his ADD as of late. Maybe he was able to overcome it when they were on a mission (man... I screwed that sentence up a whole lot. I kept typing the wrong things, made spelling errors, etc. I must've took five minutes to get it right. :D Oh well. On with it). And then again, maybe there just wasn't anything to really attract his attention at this point.
They reached the sun roof. "Derek. You go in first", Regan ordered. Derek began to climb down in. "Hey guys! I can see my reflection!"
"Derek!"
As soon as he was in, Mikhaila followed, then Brittney, and Regan closed the roof behind them and slipped inside.
They found themselves in what looked like a bedroom. Oriental paintings and architecture was placed around the room. There was a single bed in the room. But it didn't look like anyone had been in there for at least 20 years. And to boot, the door was locked to get out and the lock to get it open was rusted, so it therefore wouldn't open.
"Uh... so what do we do now", Mikhaila asked, "If we break down the door, they're bound to hear us."
"Well... what about the window?", Regan asked, pointing at the window by the bed. They went over there. The window could open; that was good. And there was a ledge that had just enough space that you could climb on it. A few feet down was another window. If someone could get to the other window, then maybe...
"I'll do it", Brittney said, reassuringly.
"Brittney, you sure?", Regan asked, "I mean, you don't have to..."
"Don't worry, Regan. One of my specialties is balance. Plus, I'm a gymnast back home. I'll be fine." And carefully, she placed herself on the windowsill and began steadily walking toward the other window.
"Well, she should be fine", Mikhaila said, "But just one thing: we're still stuck in here!"
"See, what Brittney's gonna do is try to make a distraction. While that girl and whoever's with her are distracted, we'll break the door down. Simple as that"
Brittney, meanwhile, was at this point to the window. She just couldn't figure out how to get it open. For a moment, she looked down and saw herself two stories up from the ground. "Calm down, Brittney, calm down. Think about it this way: if you're able to get this window open, Jesse McCartney is on the other side waiting for you." With this motivation, she stuck her hands under the window and pulled up. It took some strength, but it opened. "JESSE! I'M HERE FOR YA!", she screamed a little too loud, and rolled out onto the floor.
"She's in", Regan smiled, "But I hope no one heard her."
"Yo Spud! Did ya hear that?", called a voice from downstairs.
"Dammit", Brittney said, and began her distraction. She began running all over the place, making it very noisy upstairs as the floorboards creaked with every step.
"NOW!", yelled Regan, and the three remaining kicked down the door.
"What the hell is going on up there? Spud, let's go up there!", Trixie said.
"Didn't Gramps put that anti magical creature spell up?", asked Spud.
"We don't know they're magical! We'll need... a spell!" Trixie ran over to the bookcase. "Spud, come on! Look for a spell book!"
"They're looking for a spell! We gotta hurry!", yelled Regan upstairs, "Brittney, where'd you go?"
"I have no damn clue", she yelled back, "But I think it's the Dragon Master's bedroom!"
"Stay in there! We'll be right there!"
Meanwhile, the two friends were shoving books of the shelves in search of the book they'd need. "Hey! Here's one, maybe! "Magical Spells for Dummies!", Trixie said.
"Hey! I am not a dummy, dummy! Keep looking", Spud said.
Trixie looked at him like he was crazy, before running upstairs with the book. "Okay, whoever you are! Just to tell you, I'm, uh, very skilled in magic! Y'all better watch yourselves!" She looked over at the broken down door, "Wow! I could never get that thing open!"
"She's here!", Mikhaila cried, "We gotta bail!" All four of them were in Grandpa's bedroom. And it smelled bad in there.
"But we haven't found anything!", Brittney replied.
"I don't think we have a choice! We'll have to come back later!", Regan exclaimed. He scanned the room. There was a window. "The window! Let's go!"
"Here I come!", Trixie was right outside the bedroom. "Better hide! 1-2-3!" She burst open the door. There was no one in there.
(End)
Jake was awoken the next morning by the yelling and laughing of people outside his window. He looked at his clock. It was 9:15. The beach party started at 10:00! "Gramps! Fu! We gotta get up!"
"Uh... how 'bout no?", asked Fu.
"Well, then I guess you're gonna miss the party!", Jake taunted, throwing a shirt and his swimsuit.
"I don't know...", Grandpa said, "The last time I went to the beach, I got seaweed and starfish in my swimsuit."
"I don't even wanna picture that", Jake said, paused, and then, "Too late."
"Well, I guess we could come. C'mon, Gramps. AOL is protecting you against identity theft!"
(End)
(And by the way, I have no idea why I put that in there.)
"Beach party, here we come!", Jake said as he burst out of the front door. He was about to reach for his skateboard... when he realized he didn't have one.
Grandpa and Fu came out a little quieter, each wearing sunglasses, swimsuits, and out-of-date Hawaiian shirts. "Are we considered 'cool', Fu?", asked Grandpa.
"Totally", Fu replied.
When they got to the beach, there were already a good amount of people there. A stage was already set up, with techs preparing it for the day's activities.
Jake was looking for the girl he had seen last night at the restaurant, the one named "Cim". (He was still a little confused about that one.) At this point, he couldn't find her. But he did find someone else.
She was sitting on a folding chair at a patio. She had blond hair, and was wearing a white shirt and baggy jeans. How she could stand the heat, he didn't know. Nor did he care, as he knew who it was, and he knew for sure when she looked in his direction and smiled.
It was Rose.
"Jake!", she called, waving him over. Jake was confused. Wasn't she supposed to be in Miami?
"Uh... hey, Rose! Didn't expect to see you here.", he said.
"What's the matter? You don't look happy to see me. What's wrong?"
"What? Oh, of course I'm glad to see you! I'm just... surprised, that's all!"
Rose smiled. "So did you hear about who's playing here today?"
"Uh... no, not really. All I heard was about a special guest."
"System of a Down! They're gonna play here!"
"Since when do you like System of a Down?"
"I dunno. Since now. Now be quiet for a sec! They're starting!"
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!", called an announcer into a microphone on stage, "TO KICK OFF THE FIRST ANNUAL CALLOWAY BEACH PARTY, HERE HE IS, TALKING ABOUT HIS NEW MOVIE, MICHAEL MOORE!"
Michael Moore, the critically acclaimed movie maker, walked up on stage. Only a few people clapped. "Michael Moore you're my hero!", yelled someone in the crowd.
"Thank you. Now, I'd like to thank all of the people who got me here. And...", he suddenly stopped. So did everyone else talking. Michael listened. Gaining noise, coming up the streets... was an ice cream truck.
"Oh my gosh! Someone hold him down! He can't resist ice cream!", yelled someone else. But it was too late. He was already running as fast as he could toward the truck. He ran out into the street, holding his hand out to stop the truck. But the driver never saw him, as he was already trying to avoid the fat kids that were chasing him. The truck smashed right into Michael Moore, who went flying backward.
"Oh my gosh! Michael Moore is dead!"
"No it isn't!", said a Shaggy-of-Scooby Doo look alike. He pulled on Michael Moore's face. It came off. "It's Al Gore!"
"What?", the whole crowd asked.
Then a Velma look-alike came over. "It's simple! When he lost to George W. Bush in the 2000 election, he was so mad about losing- although he didn't show it- that he decided to take a new identity and make a movie criticizing Bush!"
"But what about all the movies he made before?", asked someone in the crowd.
"Don't ask questions! We're trying to revitalize our careers!", Velma replied, and dragged Moore/Gore off the street.
"Okay...", said Jake and Rose at the same time.
(End)
"Well, now we've gotta pick up all of these books again", Trixie said after coming back to Spud.
"Are you sure that you heard anything?", asked Spud.
"Totally", Trixie replied, "But I'm gonna keep this out", she referred to her magic book.
"Man! I'm tired of sitting around here and doing nothing!", Spud exclaimed, banging his fist on the counter.
"Okay... so what did you have in mind?"
"Well... have you ever wondered what it'd be like to surf in New York Harbor?"
(End)
"We're never gonna get in that shop without being caught!", Regan sighed as they walked back to the Huntslair. "We gotta get someone's help!"
"But... the Huntsmaster won't help us... yet", Mikhaila said.
"Wait, I've got an idea!", Regan said. He ran over to a phonebooth and flipped through the pages.
"You crazy? What're you gonna try to do?"
"Here we are! Just listen", he said, pointing at an entry in the yellow pages that said, 'having a problem with magical creatures, "Hello? Is this Professor Rotwood? Hi. We may have a job for you."
END CHAPTER
Yay, I finally finished it! My longest chapter I've ever done, of all four stories. So there you go. No preview this time; I like having a free hand on what to do next better. I just have 2 things to say: One, read and review, and 2, could everyone please check my profile. Go to my stories list. Is Dragon in Paradise on there? Please tell me in the reviews. Thanks!
YFWE