Me- And now, after not updating this story for quite some time now, I present the next chapter in this series!

Sabina- Yes, for you see that she has now been watching-

Me- What are you doing here?

Sabina- I'm subbing for Akiro who's narrating this time.

Me- Oh, right!

Sabina- Here we go!

Now that Melvin has been caught, the Angry Mob can't think of anything else to do. So they've gotten together and would like to perform a skit in this chapter. This begins in a jeans store downtown, jeans everywhere, and standing at the counter is Hunter. The door opens with the little jingle bell sound, and Darkeiya enters the store. The rest of this story will now switch to from present tense to past tense, just to tick off the Grammar Nazis.

She waked up to the counter. "I'd like to buy some jeans, please." She said to Hunter.

"Um...sorry! We're fresh out!" He said hurriedly. "Good-bye!"

Darkeiya looked around at all the jeans. "Fresh out? What do you call these!"

"Oh. These." Hunter said, looking around nervously at the all the jeans. "They're um...they're being recalled because they're too flammable." Hunter stood there, pleased with his explanation. Darkeiya raised an eyebrow.

"Too flammable? How can jeans be too flammable?" she demanded. "Look, I just wanna buy some jeans."

Hunter came out from behind the counter, grabbed Darkeiya by the wrist and pulled her to the door. "Oh, look at the time! I'd better be closing up for lunch!"

"But it's only ten thirty!"

"I'm feeling hungry right now, so I'm closing up. I might not even be back all day! Look over there!" He said, pointing out the window. "There's a jeans store right across the street! I'm sure they've got a much better selection at incredibly low prices."

"But I was told to come here." Darkeiya protested. Hunter turned around and pulled the bewildered ocelot to the middle of the store.

"Told to come here, eh?" he asked, looking around.

"Yes, by the lady at the gas station."

"Did she have a peg leg, a patch over one eye, and a tattoo on her arm?"

"No, she..."

"Good-bye!" Hunter tried to wheel her to the door again but she pulled away.

"Why are you so keen on getting rid of me?" she asked. "Is something going on around here?" Hunter held up his hands.

"No! Of course not!" the cheetah said. "There's nothing going on here! Is there anything going on around here?"

Elora appeared at the back door, strangling Ember, "No, there's nothing going on around here!" she replied. She disappeared.

"See? There's absolutely nothing," Hunter said as a pair of hands reached in from off-screen getting ready to grab Darkeiya, "going on around here!" He waved his hand in front of his neck, signaling 'stop that!'. The hands went away.

Darkeiya looked around, then decided that Hunter was telling the truth. "Okay then. Can I just buy some jeans, please?" Hunter sighed with relief and went back behind the counter.

"Certainly! What kind do you want?"

"Um...Arizona brand."

"Excuse me?" Hunter asked, suddenly becoming suspicious.

"Arizona jeans. Do you have any?"

"So!" Hunter snapped, turning on her. "You thought you could get away with it, didn't you!" Darkeiya looked confused.

"What?"

"You've got some nerve," Hunter said, pulling out a gun, "Coming in here, acting like you don't know anything, and then asking for Arizona jeans!" Darkeiya paled and backed up as Hunter advanced on her.

"Erm...you know, I think I will try the store across the street!"

"Not so fast!" Hunter growled, "I'm afraid only one of us is going to get out of here alive. Now, tell me everything you know!"

"But I don't know anything!"

"Lies! Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar!"

"I don't know! I swear, I don't know!" Darkeiya screamed as she backed against the wall. Suddenly, Melvin burst through the door armed with dodgeballs, followed by Coach.

"Up against the wall! Both of you!" He shouted. "Put your hands up!" Hunter dropped his gun and hurried to do what Melvin had said. He and Darkeiya pressed their backs to the wall and held their hands over their heads.

"Hey, there IS something going on around here!" Darkeiya exclaimed.

"No there isn't!" denied Hunter.

"Shut up!" Melvin yelled. He held the dodgeball back, ready to throw. "All right, Hunter, talk!"

"I'm not telling you anything!" Hunter said boldly. "You'll have to kill me first!"

"That can be arranged." Melvin said, threateningly. "I only want to know one thing: who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?"

The door flew open again, and this time Skip the ninja goat entered, armed with a bazooka. "Up against the wall!" She yelled.

"Who's that?" Darkeiya asked.

"That's Skip." Hunter replied. "Don't worry she's on our side!"

"Think again, cheetah." Skip said. "I'm on no-one's side! Stay at the wall!"

"Curse you!" Hunter yelled.

"What's happening?" asked Darkeiya worriedly.

"She's a back-stabber."

"Oh. Well that's unlucky."

"Now, all of you be quiet." Skip said, aiming the bazooka at them. "You! Melvin! Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?"

"Ya know, this is kinda exciting." Darkeiya whispered to Hunter. Sandy the sheep ran into the building, carrying a bomb.

"NOBODY MOVE!" He yelled.

"What's that?" asked Darkeiya.

"It's a bomb." Everyone answered, as if it were totally obvious. Skip dropped her bazooka and ran to the wall with everyone else.

"Listen up!" Sandy shouted. "I'm going to ask you a question, and I want the answer in less than five seconds, or else I'll blow this building to the moon!"

Everyone gasped!

"The question: how do Pop-Tarts work!"

Everyone, incredibly, said "Huh?" at the same time. Sandy lowered the bomb and smacked his forehead. "I'm sorry, guys. I've had a lot on my mind recently. Everyone shrugged it off, assuring him that it happened to everyone and not to worry about it. "Okay, okay," Sandy said. "Lemme try again. Oh, what was it I was going to ask?"

"Something about cookies?" suggested Darkeiya.

"Oh, yes! That's it, thank you!" Sandy cleared his throat and raised the bomb again. "Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?" He demanded. "Five...four...three...two...one...zero!"

The five people against the wall cringed, awaiting certain death.

"Zero!"

Certain death didn't come. They stared at Sandy. "Oh, right!" He exclaimed, "I'm supposed to pull the trigger! Once more...five! Four! Three! T-"

At that moment, a panel in the adjacent wall flipped open and out slid Da Dark One, sitting in an evil-style metal chair and stroking a stuffed armadillo.

"Da Dark One!" Everyone exclaimed.

"Yes, I am." He said smoothly, "And I've got you all right where I want you! Isn't that right, Fluffy." He was addressing the armadillo. "Fluffy? Fluffy?" Da Dark One pulled out a revolver and shot the armadillo in the head. Tossing it aside he said "That'll teach you to play hard-to-get."

"What do you want?" demanded Skip.

"You all know very well what I want." Said Da Dark One. "I want to know who stole the cookies from the cookie jar! And I'm prepared to go to any lengths to get the answer." He pulled out a sword made of Dark Gems.

It had come down to this. Da Dark One held all the cards, the six of them were powerless to stop him, and soon the entire world of Spyro would be destroyed if he didn't get the answer.

Then, Darkeiya spoke up. "Um...it's almost noon." She said.

"Lunch break everyone!" Da Dark One announced, sheathing his sword. "Let's all meet back here at one." There were statements of agreement and casual conversation as everyone made their way out the door to their favorite restaurant. Everyone but Darkeiya, that is. She quickly ran to the counter and found the telephone.

"Operator? Get me the SFA, and hurry!"

(Cut to: Darkeiya standing in front of a big, purple SFA banner.)

"I knew what was going on the entire time, even though it didn't seem like it. My plan worked perfectly. 'Course I thought for sure when DDO showed up that everything would fall apart, but he made a very stupid mistake. He didn't recognize me.

"I'm Darkeiya, an SFA Admin. The whole time I was working undercover on a top-secret mission. As soon as everyone had gone, I contacted the SFA, informed them of what was going on, and we had about eighty members waiting for Da Dark One in the closet when he came back.

"So for now, everything's fine."

(Cue: credits)

The song that ran under the credits:

Darkeiya, Darkeiya, Darkeiya of the SFA.

Darkeiya, Darkeiya, Darkeiya of the SF-

Darkeiya of the SF-

Darkeiya of the SF, SFA!

Yeah, it was a short song, but there were only like, three credits. Then, everyone in the sketch came out onstage and took a bow...

Me- The chapter you have just seen was ripped-off borrowed from an episode of Monty Python.

Sabina- So this is how you handle writer's block? Have everyone do a skit that's completely unrelated to the story!

Me- Look. I'm outta plot. Got a better idea?

Sabina- Why not kill the story now and let it die in peace?

Me- No, I've got to make it eleven chapters.

Sabina- Why?

Me- So it'll match the others! Look, it's supposed to be like a set.

Sabina- A stupid set...