A/N: Here it is folks, da last chappie! Thanks to all our reviewers, virtual wenrog and Aaron Smiley, and phsychocraziness, who is an annoymous reviewer! And thanks to all who bothered to read our little crazy fic, even though you didn't review!Happy holidays!
Chapter 4: The Meeting Room
"OW!"
They landed with a thud on a cold, hard surface. It was pitch black, but fairly warm. Cee felt around in the darkness; a sickening crack was heard. She lurched back, clutching her head, which had smashing into Jo's.
"OUCH!"
"Stay still!" Don said. "Or we'll crash into each other –" he was cut off as Mikey accidentally kicked him in the plastron. "Hey, watch it, brainiac!"
Suddenly light flooded the area. The inhabitants of the room blinked in surprise. They were in a room, which was sparsely furnished, but appeared to be some sort of office or waiting room. A small battered desk stood in one corner, with a few odd files and scraps of paper on it. A large filing cabinet stood against one wall; it was exactly the same kind as the one that had been spat out of the plothole. A rather bedraggled potted plant was also present, its large, fleshy leaves hanging low over the brim of its container.
Leo had gotten up and was now wrenching at the door handle.
"You'll never keep us here!" he yelled at the ceiling, a manic look on his face.
Suddenly there was a small pop and a teenage girl appeared. She had long, electric blue hair and coal black eyes, and carried a stack of papers in her arms. She was clad in a sort of uniform, which consisted of a navy outer robe, and lighter blue shirt and skirt, with tights and black shoes. She did not seem in the least surprised to see them, and indeed said a harrassed sounding 'hello' to them all before depositing her papers on the desk and sitting down behind it.
"You're early," she informed them, shuffling her papers in a business-like way. "The Portal was schedualled to pick you up at two thirds of a taigorm. Oh, well, we've been meaning to fix that for ages…"
"Uh, if you don't mind," Don began politely. "Who the shell are you?"
"I'm Dee. My partner, Lo, is coming soon." Sure enough, there was another pop and a teenaged girl with emerald green hair appeared. She had deep red eyes and wore the same outfit as Dee, except hers was green. She, too, carried a stack of papers, which she dumped on the desk.
"You passed the test with flying colours," she announced, turning to Jo and Cee.
"Test?" Jo looked mutinous.
"Yes, of course. This was your initiation test, to see if you were up to the job," Lo said.
"So the whole thing was a test?" Jo repeated, eyes blazing.
"Yes," Dee answered, not noticing the throbbing vein in Jo's temple; a danger sign.
"Obviously not all of the characters involved were real," Lo explained, still oblivious to Jo's rage. "We created fake versions. They –" she pointed to the turtles, Fred, George and Klunk "–are real. All of the others were not. We were controlling the plothole and what came out."
Cee and Jo were now looking as if they were about to commit murder.
"Well, here are your certificates," Dee said, handing Jo and Cee two pieces of paper.
"Why didn't you tell us it was a test?" Cee finally asked.
"It's a tradition. You always have to be unsuspecting."
"So now we can just control the Universe?" Cee asked sceptically.
"Yeah. Watch this." Lo pointed at the potted plant. It shrank and shrank until it became a seed. "See?"
"Or this," Dee said. There was a crack and the penguins from Madagascar appeared on the desk.
"We have a problem, boys," one penguin said.
"What do we do, Skippa?" one with slightly crossed eyes asked. But Dee snapper her fingers and they disappeared.
Jo snapped her fingers. A long, heavy axe appeared. She grabbed it and advanced on Lo and Dee.
"What are you doing?" Dee asked nervously.
"It was a test!" Cee said. "We did all that because of a test!"
"Well, yes, but –"
Jo and Cee advanced. Lo and Dee retreated, then there were two identical pops, and they disappeared. Jo and Cee were right behind. Silence fell.
"Now how're we gonna get home?" Don groaned, head in his hands.
"Excuse me?" Suddenly the door opened and a young girl about nine years old stuck her head inside. She had short aubern hair and wore the same uniform as Lo and Dee had, in light grey. She blinked.
"Oh, are you the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Fred and George Weasley?"
They nodded mutely.
"You're ahead of schedual," she frowned. "Oh, well. I'm guessing you need to get back to your dimensions?"
Nods.
"Here." She pointed at them and there was a pop. Next thing they knew, they had landed back in their own dimensions.
"That," Mikey said, getting up and rubbing his head, "was weird." Klunk, whome was now back to being a kitten mewed in asset.
Meanwhile, Fred and George were having similar expiriances.
"What in the world just happened, George?"
"I'm not sure, Fred, but it wasn't normal!"
A/N: Ah, insanity. Isn't it the greatest? Sorry this chappie is a little on the short side. Please review!
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