Chapter 8

Outside in the city, chaos reigns as Jazan's creatures search for their prey.

Mummy Nimmo: I want their braaaaaaains...

Mummy Scorchio: Pffft, what brains?

Random Townperson: Hey! we r pl3nty sM4rt!

Mummy Nimmo: SURE you are...

Town Idiot: -runs by- The end has come! THE END HAS COME!

Guys in the white jackets: Get back here you!

Mummy Scorchio: If he's just an idiot, then why are you guys after him?

Guy in white jacket #1: Because he's not just an idiot, he's also crazy.

Mummy Scorchio: Oh, I see. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to terrorizing people.

Guy in white jacke #2: Carry on.

The citizens of Sakhmet have found their only defence is to stay barricaded inside their homes.

Wocky: Oh no! I'm claustrophobic! Aahh! Aaahh! I'm gonna suffocate! I'm gonna die! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

Korbat: -smacks him- Get a hold of yourself, man!

Wocky: -whimpers-

(Next scene shows Amira)

Ruki: Please Your Highness, you must accept this prince's proposal of marriage.

Amira: What makes you think he will keep his promise?

Jazan: 'Cuz I'm trustworthy! Right guys? Right? Am I right? Huh?

-crickets chirp-

Jazan: Yeah, that's what I thought.

Amira: Whatever evil he has planned I want no part in. Perhaps General Bacon will find a way.

Enarka: You mean Dacon.

Amira: Right. That.

(Scene moves to Dacon tryin' to look all badass with his torch)

Dacon: Come on men. There must be a way out somewhere.

(And when they get outside...)

Elephante that was in the group: Gasp! The... The borders are gone...

Dacon: Oh my good golly gosh! Escape is not an option then.

Meanwhile, in a quiet part of Sakhmet, some of the Desert Scarabs are trying to come up with a plan.

Grarrl in skirt: -smacks forehead- I can't believe I let you in. You are going to eat all my livlihood!

Me: -pops up- What the hell kind of line is that? 'You are going to eat all my livlihood'?

Grarrl in skirt: Don't blame me...it's in the script...

Horace: If I remember rightly we saved you from those things. The least you can do is spare us a bit of food.

Grarrl in skirt: Why do you always have your eyes closed?

Horace: -shrugs-

Forced since birth to live by their wits, the Desert Scarabs can be more resourceful than even soldiers. They begin to form a plan of their own.

Zafara: I'm going to point to this spot on this piece of paper to make it look like I'm doing something important.

Techo: w00t.

Having returned to the War Room, General Dacon reports his findings to Amira and the rest of the council.

Dacon: Your Highness, there is nothing outside but ferocious sand storms. No one would survive out there. We cannot leave the city.

Amira: Well, this certainly just makes my day!

Kacheek: Well, what are we to do? We can't just sit here! Let's fight those things!

Amira: With what army, genius? Most of our soldiers are trapped in the sandstorm outside. Even the palace guard is scattered across the city.

Enarka: Ew. o.o

Amira: Oh, that's not what I meant! To fight out there would be suicide. -holds out scroll to Dacon- General, send out scouts throughout the city. There must be a way to stop these creatures. And maybe we can gather some of our soldiers together.

While Amira's scouts enter the city, the Scarabs continue to argue about the best way to defeat the monsters...

Techo: No, bombs! Lots of bombs!

Horace: You idiot! That would kill us too!

Zafara: How about some zombie-be-gone?

Horace: Where are we supposed to get that?

Zafara: I dunno, just making suggestions!

Horace: Yeah, well stop doing that. Just stand there and look pretty. So anyways, what do y'all think of bazookas?

...Tomos and Nabile find themselves in equally dire circumstances back in the ruined city.

Tomos: Ooof! Are you ok?

Nabile: Yeah, just a few bruises, nothing's broken. Where are we?

Tomos: We must be under the ruins. Maybe their is a way out.

Nabile: Hey, wait a minute, do you hear something?

Tomos: Yeah...I think it's coming from above us.

-they both look up-

Harry and Ron puppet pals: Bother bother bother! -land on Tomos and Nabile-

Ron PP: Hee hee! That was fun!

Harry Pottet PP: Yes! I like the part where we landed.

Ron PP: Let's do it again!

Harry Potter PP: I'm afraid we don't have any legs...

Ron PP: Oh, bother!

Nabile: I have a bad feeling about this.

(Next scene shows them above a huge empty pit)

Nabile: It doesn't look like we have much choice. Here goes!

-they both jump down-

-CREEEEEEEEAK!-

Tomos: What was that?

Nabile: Another trap.

Tomos: Mother f-(beeeeeeeeeeep)

(Water starts filling up in the pit)

Nabile: This place is a real bitch. What are we going to do now?

-They huddle close together-

Tomos and Nabile: Help!

Ron PP: Like anyone's going to hear you!

End. (ooooh...suspenseful,eh?)