DISCLAIMER: I DO own the plot, and myself. But I don't own G, M, or any of the others (phew! Lol!) or the darkings or Monty Python (unfortunately).

Okay, so I haven't felt like writing for a while. So sue me.

I just got a stack of new books to read!

To nativewildmage: HEY HEY, hope you like this 1. sorry I haven't updated!

To zerrin of the wind: MONTY-PYTHON, MONTY-PYTHON!

Now on to chapter two, which is a smashing chapter, with some lovely writing, which takes place one mouse click away. Oh, that's an unladen mouse obviously. I mean it's really impossible for a computer mouse to carry a coconut. Even an ordinary mouse couldn't carry a coconut. Think about it, the mouse would really have to be the size of a german shepherd for it to be able to carry a coconut. Well, maybe a bit smaller than that, but still that's a REALLY BIG mouse. Just think about it,—(EVERYONE ELSE (except the Knights who say Ecky ecky ecky ecky pTANG, zOOMboing bazoombaHAAwayaziddum…): Get on with it!)

CHAPPIE TWO

M rubbed her eyes. She was TIRED. 'I HATE HOMEWORK!' she thought, just a bit depressed. 'You'd think they'd give you the weekend off, but no, they just HAD to set MOUNTAINS of homework on FRIDAY AFTERNOON! Why can't teachers be more reasonable?' She yawned. Loudly. 'It's just cause I successfully proved that 'cataclysm' can be a theme!' She looked at the clock, and nearly fell off her chair.

" 11 o'clock!" she exclaimed "I gotta get up to go riding tomorrow!" she began to pack up her things. She yawned. She surveyed the mess that used to be her desk, and sighed. "Aww, what the heck, I'll pack it up in the morning!" she went and got ready for bed, and, not surprisingly, fell asleep almost instantly.

M wasn't sure what woke her a few hours later. I could have been some sixth sense, or the soft sound of her door opening. It could have been, but it was more likely the loud bump and accompanying squeak that did it. Well, whatever it was, it woke her up, and she sat up in bed, looking around in alarm. She looked over towards her desk, and her mouth dropped open.

"'Swallow' has two l's, and 'Monty Python' should not be in sentence!" Said the spot, making a hand for itself and picking up the rubber from the desk. It rubbed out the words, then picked up a pencil and applied the 'l'. M just sat there, speechless. The spot looked up, saw her, and squeaked,

"Youse is not very good at spelling!" (sorry, M. In reality I have no idea what her spelling abilities are like.) "And why you put 'Monty Python' in sentence?"

M rubbed her eyes. The spot was still there. 'Well, if this is a dream I may as well enjoy it.' to the darking she said, "I didn't, the authoress did."

(ME: Tattle tale!)

M: shrugs)

"So what's your name?" she asked the shadow.

"I is Inkblot." It answered, then added with a certain pride, "King Jonnythan named me!"

'Yup, definantly a dream. Ahh well, it'll be fun while it lasts.'

"Well you is spelling 'swallow' wrong!"

"For someone who keeps complaining about my spelling, your grammar sure could use some work!" retorted M, who was rather peeved at being told off by a puddle of ink.

"That is my mouth is not being the right shape!"

"What does the shape of your mouth have to do with your grammar!"

"What's is your name?" asked Inkblot, hastily changing the subject.

"My name is M. well, it's not really, but I have to be M for this story 'cause the authoress doesn't want me to sue her. I probably wouldn't (M: well maybe!), but then again, I wonder how much I could get out of her……..Me: do you wanna be in this story or not!)."

Inkblot scratched his, erm, head. "You is confusing. You is crazy." He shrugged (WHAT he shrugged I'm not sure!). "Alanna da Lioness was crazy too, and youse is not getting mad like she is, so I is liking you!"

"Umm, excuse me, Inkblot? W-w…what did you say you were?"

"I. Is. A. Dark-ing!" the puddle repeated slowly and carefully, so that this obviously rather dim-witted being would understand him. Me: Hehe) (M: I am NOT a 'rather dimwitted being'!) (Me: My mistake, hold on, I'll fix it. :-) aside: Mwoo hahahaha! crosses out last line)

"I. Is. A. Dark-ing!" the puddle repeated slowly and carefully, so that this obiously EXTREMELY dim-witted member of an inferior species wou—(M:That's it, Gen, you DIE! :- )Me: heeheehee! seesM coming after her with a large, dull axe AAHHHH! NO! DON'T HURT ME! I DIDN'T MEAN IT!)

M fainted M: passed out, not fainted, PASSED OUT!) around about then (thereby saving Gen from a horrible death hooray G: why hooray? Me: shove off, this is my story ). anyhow, as I was saying, M FAINTED (Me:pokes her tongue out at M) (M: don't make me get that axe again!) and woke up the next morning thoroughly refreshed.

'Cool dream.' She thought as she got dressed for school. Then she suddenly realised she didn't have school, as it was Saturday. So she got undressed. Then she got dressed again, as she suddenly realised that she might need clothes even if the didn't have school. It was about then that she suddenly realised that she was EXTREMELY tired.

'Now why am I so tired…?' she wondered, as she looked around the room. Her eyes came to rest on her desk, and she snapped her fingers. 'Oh yeah, I stayed up doing homework' then she remembered that she hadn't finished it, and her heart plummeted. 'I HATEHATEHATEHATEHATE HOMEWORK!' she thought glumly as she slumped dejectedly onto her chair. She picked up the first sheet on the desk, and scanned the questions to see what number she was on. '31…32…33…did I really do all that?...34…35…completed………Hey, wait a sec!' she scanned the paper again. All done. And in her writing, except that from question 24 onwards all the "I"s were in capitals. So the words "capItal" and "questIon and "wrItIng" would have looked like that. 'WeIrd(M: stop that). Why would I have done—'

"Morning!"

"AAAAAAAA—mmmph!" she screamed, as Inkblot quickly silenced her.

"M?" called her mum "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine!" she called as Inkblot released her, adding to herself, 'if by that you mean "Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional"(I luv The Italian Job!)!'

"so…. Are you really real!" she asked the spot "or am I hallucinating?"

Inkblot looked annoyed, if ink can have an expression. "I'se real! And youse ought to be thanking me! I did your homework! See!"

He held up her finished sheet.

M stared. "So….. I DIDN'T finish my homework?"

Inkblot shook his 'head'.

"And I DIDN'T put capital "I's" on everything?"

This time he looked puzzled.

"The I's." she repeated "They're all capitals."

Inkblot looked at her, uncomprehendingly(isn't that an interesting word! By the way, did you know that 'hippopotomonstrosesquepedaliophobia' is the fear of long words?).

M sighed, and decided to let the subject dropM: drop? where to?)(G: and why was she holding the subject in the first place) (Me: Shut up the pair of you!). It was too early in the morning to argue about Capitals with a blob.

"Well, I'm gonna go ride Yankee now. You can come if you like."

"Yankee?" Inkblod inquired.

"My HORSE." She clarified.

"Oh." He replied. Then he nodded his head and slipped up her arm and around her neck. "I likes horses! I rided wiv king Jonnythan"

"Well good." M said, wondering if the day could possibly get any weirder. "Come on then."

And they went downstairs.

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