To reviewers:

Yes, I'm Filipino. I'm also insane, which explains the choice of song. –hums song happily-

And the Llama Song? Explanation: I'm insane. The Maria song? Explanation: I'm insane. That song's stuck in my head permanently. Explanation for the fanfiction in general: I'M INSANE.

Yes, there is an explanation to how and why they're stuck in the box, and why they have no memory of how they got there.

No, I have nothing against Halo. I said HAO. H-A-O. Okay? I hate Hao. I mean Hao Asakura from Shaman King. Not a video game. A character. Who I hate. HE MUST DIE, FOR HE IS EVIL, CREEPY, AND ALL THAT STUFF. He must be killed slowly and painfully, with a plastic butter knife and a small pair of scissors. If you misinterpreted H-A-O for H-A-L-O, then sorry.

This fanfiction will be ten chapters. Am already planning the end, the explanations, et cetera. Ten chapters. That's all.

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The Potato Room

Mulch stared at all the potatoes.

"So this is where the potatoes come from," he remarked.

Butler realized something. "If this is where the potatoes are from, how do they get in potato sacks and get dropped down through the roof?"

"The ceiling." Butler said suddenly, looking up.

"Yes, Mud Man, the potatoes come through the ceiling hologram, from this room," Mulch said sarcastically. "You just got that now?

"No," Butler growled, clearly irritated. "That ceiling."

Mulch tilted his head in the direction Butler was staring. "Oh."

In the center of the ceiling, they could see what could only be defined as a door. It was on the ceiling, but it was a door nonetheless.

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The Observation Room

"Where's Mulch?" Ria asked suddenly. "I haven't heard from him these past few minutes."

"He's finally gone crazy," Holly lied. "He's in the bathroom, talking to a potato he named Carl."

There was a long pause as Ria tried to understand the situation.

"Oh, well, then I lose the bet," she said grumpily. "I was betting Root would go crazy first."

Holly laughed, and Root grew redder than ever.

"The convict and the Mud Man better hurry up breaking us out," Root growled in a low voice.

Don't worry, Beetroot, they're hurrying all right!

Potato Room, again

"Well, I don't think the walls of this room shrink."

"Wait there, Mud Man," Mulch ordered.

Mulch began to climb a stack of potatoes. As soon as he got to the top, he realized that the top wasn't high enough.

Muttering several curses, Mulch decided to try going as far up as possible on the potato stack, then using the wall for the rest of the way down. Butler stood by looking amused.

"D'Arvit, D'Arvit, D'Arvit," Mulch muttered. "Stupid potatoes."

Eventually, after falling several times for the next thirty minutes, Mulch made it through the door.

Control Room (yes, this is where Ria and Katrina are)

Now we enter the control room, where Ria and Katrina control all aspects of their prisoners' life, from room-shrinking to plumbing in the bathroom, to potato delivery. The control room was painted in neutral colors, with a wooden floor, several chairs and tables. Right in the middle of it all, were the controllers of the box.

"Well, this concludes another day of doing nothing," Ria said, grinning, looking sleepy.

"Yeah, we'll think of something tomorrow, we promise."

After turning off the mike, Ria and Katrina both fell asleep slumped over various tables in the control room, and Ria was snoring within minutes.

It was a pity they couldn't have been awake for a few more minutes. Because if they had been, they might've seen Mulch coming out of the door that led into the bottom room.

Mulch, who had been expecting to find a lethal weapon pointed to his head as soon as he got through the door, almost laughed out loud. This place had terrible security.

After examining his surroundings for a few more seconds, Mulch climbed into the room, and spotted a ladder leaning by the wall. It was probably what they used to get down there and drop the potatoes through the hologram.

After some difficulty, Mulch managed to grab the ladder and lower it down the trap door, making as little noise as possible. He was successful; Ria was in the corner snoring as loudly as ever.

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Potato Room

Butler, who had been waiting patiently in the potato room, was a bit surprised when the ladder came down. But the feeling of surprise was replaced with a feeling of hope when Mulch came down. The plan might work after all!

Of course it would, he scolded himself. It was Master Artemis' plan after all.

"Good job, you old reprobate," he congratulated Mulch.

"Don't get too happy yet," Mulch warned. "The two are still up there. Asleep, but could wake up."

Butler smiled. "Leave it to me," he said, climbing the ladder.

Mulch looked up, but couldn't see anything but Butler's feet. After a while, he couldn't see those either, Butler having moved away from the trap door.

"Nighty-night," Mulch heard Butler say. After that, Ria was no longer snoring.

Butler went back to the trap door, and looked down at Mulch.

"They've been taken care of."

"You didn't kill them, did you?" Mulch asked, suddenly worried. "What if they have the only way to get out?"

"Don't worry, they're not dead," Butler assured him. "But they won't be waking up for two hours at the least."

"Well, back to business, then," Mulch said, sounding relieved. "How do we get the others out? The ladder?"

"We can't use the ladder, the top of it won't fit through the trap door," Butler said, formulating a plan. "There's a huge amount of steel cable next to the ladder, maybe that'll work."

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The Observation Room (The Box)

Foaly looked up at the ceiling hologram, and wondered how the plan was going along. Unfortunately, the precise time he decided to look up was when a heavy steel cable smashed into his nose.

"Oops! Sorry about that," a voice said. That voice seemed to come from Mulch's body-less head. Mulch stuck his head through the hologram, giving the impression that his head was connected to nothing but the ceiling.

"Hello, Mulch The Floating Head," Holly said, grinning. "How's the plan coming along?"

"Pretty well, Holly. Just grab on the steel cable and Butler will lift you up. One at a time, please."

Holly went up first. As soon as Mulch made sure that Holly was holding on the steel cable tight enough, he gave the signal to Butler to start pulling. He repeated this for Root and Artemis without much difficulty. But for Foaly, it was going to be a little bit harder. Butler was getting a little tired, and it was definitely easier to grab and hold on to a cable if you were bipedal.

After a few failed attempts, they finally got Foaly lifted through the hologram and into the potato room. Now, the problem for him was how to climb the ladder.

Holly and Root both seemed amused with Foaly's predicament. But finally, after much laughing and teasing, they used the steel cable to pull him up the trap door, too.

They stepped into the Control Room. Butler then used the steel cable to tie Ria and Katrina to their respective chairs, so there would be no violent escape.

"Now all we have to do is either wake them up or wait for them to wake up."

"Yeah, let's wake them up by making Holly shout at them again," Foaly snickered.

Holly glared at Foaly.

"Well, I think we should wait for them to wake up," Artemis said. "Who knows what Ria will do if we wake her up."

The other five showed their approval, and sat down and started waiting.

Mulch looked at Ria. She looked creepy. Straight out of a horror movie. When he got out of this mess, he would need therapy too.

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-bulletproof wall, again-

Anyway, the title of the next chapter will be Potato Interrogation. Leave your flames, reviews, ideas, violent reactions, et cetera by pressing the review button. D

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