Marie's note: Yay! Another chapter! Sorry we haven't updated very often but we haven't had any creative inspiration for a while. Now we're doing better. Enjoy!
"We need to stop! My sugars are getting low and I believe my lungs are failing. You know I have a breathing condition."
The group of whining Dorks finally came to a stop on the borders of an oddly colored forest. Most of the vegetation was pointy and had three predominant colors- orange, yellow, and white. The group started to go into the forest to look for food and all that junk.
"Sad…? Oh, Saaaaaad?" Mitten tried to shake his comrade awake. "SAD!"
"We know you're sad, you stupid Semi-lings, but we don't care!" replied a nearby Dork who was taking out his chess set.
"Mitten?"
The bobbit looked down to see his friend awake, although a little groggy.
"Hullo Sad! How was your nap? I'm sorry for waking you but I don't think that much sleep is healthy, even if you are tired from the long walk…although I guess you didn't do any walking, did you?"
Sad watched his companion babble on for a while and then he mumbled, "I don't think we…we made a mistake leaving the Choir, Mitten."
His friend nodded rapidly, resembling a bobble head toy. "I agree. This isn't all that bad. I don't think I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely."
Sad sighed and said no more. He had found it was useless trying to reason with the boy.
The Dorks built a fire and a sweet, sugary aroma filled the air.
"This reminds me of the Mold Forest, on the borders of Doeville," said Mitten. He frowned though. "Although I guess it smelled more like mold than…cotton candy…"
"Are you sure you aren't just smelling Legolordas's bubble bath? It's a pretty strong scent, you know…" suggested Sad.
They looked up upon hearing a commotion among the Dork chess game.
"What is conspiring here?" asked a more intelligent one.
"He cheated!" exclaimed the loser of the game.
"Pirate!" popped out of the mouth of the winner.
"You're not a pirate! You're a Dork!"
"Who's a Dork?" asked another.
"WE ARE!" exclaimed one standing near Mitten and Sad.
Amid the commotion a single Dork came up to the bobbits who were, at that moment, struggling to get away from the growing din of whiny complaints and flying chess pieces.
"Did you say you were from the Choir?" he asked, looking around nervously.
The bobbits looked puzzled and Sad answered slowly, "Yes…"
"Oh, la! What good fortune!"
"La?" asked Mitten. Sounded like something…actually he hadn't ever heard that before…
"You see, I haven't always wanted to be a Dork."
"Really?" asked Mitten, putting his chin in his hands, clearly interested in a life story.
Sad rolled his eyes and added, "I never would've guessed."
"Yes, since I was a small I've dreamt of being…" He paused for effect.
"A beaver?" offered Mitten.
"A moron?" said Sad. He glanced at his counterpart, sighed, and said, "No wait, that's already taken."
"An opera singer!"
"Wow!" exclaimed Mitten, eyes wide.
"And what does that have to do with us?" requested Sad.
The Dork shrugged and said, "Well, if you don't take me with you when you escape and teach me how to sing I'll force you to hear my friend yodel."
"I love yodeling!"
Sad sighed. Two idiots, one dreaming of opera and evil plots, the other thinking of…nothing…
"You do?"
Suddenly the flying blonde body came hurtling on top of the opera singing Dork, knocking him unconscious. Apparently his horse had tripped over a thorny bush…
There was soon a whole horde of blonde horsemen going after the Dorks. The bobbits decided now was a good time to shuffle into the forest, getting out of the way of the stomping, tripping hooves of the horses.
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"A red sun rises…"
"It's not red, it's more of a peachy, reddish color," argued Thonagong, looking at it with Legolordas.
"No, I'm pretty sure it's red…"
"I'd say it is a mixture between the color of strawberry lemonade, crimson, and a flaming orange…"
The two turned and looked at Blini, wondering how a mole could have such a knack with colors.
Thonagong turned to Legolordas and asked, "Sooo…why did you point this out?"
The blonde Bell thought for a moment…okay for about fifteen moments…before it came to him. "Oh! It means that mud has been spilled this night." He smiled triumphantly.
"Mud?" asked Blini. He shuddered. "Mud gets under fingernails and ruins manicures…although that does give moles more business…"
"He meant cud," said Thonagong.
"You mean liked what cows eat and then regurgitate and stuff…?" asked Legolordas, cringing.
"Well, yeah, isn't that what you meant?" asked the man.
"No, I meant…wait, what did I say?"
"Oh, never mind. Let's just go!"
Thonagong, Legolordas, and Blini moved on, trying to follow the trail left behind by the Dorks. So far Mitten or Sad hadn't left any more signs, although Blini begged to differ, claiming that the trampled anchovy they had encountered a while back had belonged to Mitten. It was dismissed under the assumption that the bobbit would never drop food unless something incredibly bad happened or he was scared to death, like when their route was described to him by Blini and he dropped his roll (although he did pick it up and eat it later…).
"Hey, I hear something!" exclaimed Thonagong, listening closely.
"Oh, yeah? Are the voices back?" asked Legolordas sarcastically.
"No! My therapist discharged me before we went on this quest!" he snapped back. Everyone knows Dodo's the one with problems…
The other two looked at him curiously but said nothing else. Let him hear things, just let him shut up about it…
"Don't you wanna know what I hear?" the man asked.
"Um…no…?" replied Blini.
"Why don't you just keep your thoughts to yourself?" suggested Legolordas.
"Fine, if you don't want to know that I hear some Riders coming, probably to annihilate us, then be my guest. Get yourself knocked from here to Montana."
"What's Montana?" asked Blini.
"Riders?" Legolordas asked nervously. He turned around and dashed behind a rock. "See ya!"
Blini soon followed, along with Thonagong tagging soon after. They all hid behind a rock, awaiting the arrival of the mysterious Riders that Thonagong "heard"… Guess they gotta wait and see…
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