Marie: Um…just read it okay?

"They've gone into Candycorn Forest!"

Legolordas glanced at Thonagong. "You said that already."

"No I didn't."

"Yes, you did. Now let's move on."

The group slowly made their way into the forest. They were not far into it when Thonagong noticed something behind Blini.

"Blini, a Dork!" he exclaimed pointing to the Dork that had been previously unconscious but was now waking up.

Blini jumped and swung himself to one side, yelling frantically, "Where!" This quick movement caused his backpack to swing around and whack the poor half aware Dork flat on the ground, once again out cold.

Thonagong sighed and said, "Never mind."

They continued on their way, the mysterious woodsman's eyes ever on the ground, searching for prints. He noticed some strange markings in the ground.

"These are strange tracks," he commented, kneeling down to study them.

Legolordas looked over his shoulder, gazing at the tracks also. "Hey, it sorta looks like a bunny."

"What?" Thonagong looked at him like he was growing bunny ears himself out of his little blonde head.

"Yeah, see the little ears and the fluffy cotton tail sticking out there…" The Bell pointed at the track, tracing the shape.

Blini came up and stared at it also. He leaned his head to side. "You know if you cock your head to side and squint and stick out your tongue the thing does kinda look like a bunny…"

The other did this, keeping their gaze fixed on the rodent shaped foot print. They kept this up for quite a while until Blini heard a twig snap.

"Possessed Chickens and Waddling Ducks!" he exclaimed, jumping at the noise. The group had been concentrating so hard they had not realized something had snuck up on them.

Legolordas looked up with wide eyes and then he whispered, "The Not-So-White Gizzard approaches…"

"Don't let him speak!" said Thonagong.

Blini looked at him, a frightened expression plastered on his face. "Do you think he'll put a spell on us?" he asked fearfully.

Thonagong scoffed. "No, I just don't like the sound of his voice. It's annoying."

"It's like nails on a chalkboard," said Blini, shuddering.

"Or the squeaking of a straw being pulled slowly through the plastic lid on your soda," added the woodsman.

"Like a Shih Tzu being chased by three baby chipmunks with rabies."

They all looked at Legolordas, wondering where that came from.

They're attention was drawn back to the present peril when a bright light shined in their eyes.

"AH! My eyes!"

"It burns!"

The light started talking, strangely enough, and it said, "Ya'll are tracking three hobbits."

"We're tracking two bobbits," corrected Thonagong. What was this hobbit he spoke of?

"Actually we're tracking a man with bunny-shaped footprints!" said Blini excitedly.

Thonagong narrowed his eyes at the talking bright light and said, "I do not mean to pry, but you don't by chance happen to have bunny shaped feet?"

The light paused and then said in a deep voice, "Do you always begin conversations this way?"

"I think you began the conversation," commented Legolordas.

"Whateva," it replied in an annoyed voice.

"Where are the bobbits?" demanded Thonagong, losing his patience.

The light seemed to be thinking. "Hmm…I think they passed this way in April…"

"It's still March," responded Thonagong. Then he brightened. "Who are you?"

He only knew of one man who lost track of the months that easily but he was supposed to be…

"Bingaling?" he asked timidly.

The light dimmed a little and then a hulking black figure emerged, a white grin on his face.

"Yo, homies!"

"Bingaling?" Thonagong said again, this time with a bewildered expression and twitching eye.

"Nah, don't be like that! I'm Blingaling the Black now, man." He motioned toward his black skin and now black outfit.

"Ooh, that's a very slimming look on you, um…Blingaling." Legolordas looked at the gizzard approvingly.

"Hey, how come you were all shiny if you're wearing all black?' asked Blini.

Blingaling laughed and said, "Man, it was the bling!" He jingled the heavy metal jewelry around his neck. Legolordas couldn't help thinking he looked like Mr. T.

"But, but, but, but, but…" Thonagong was guttering like a car out of gas.

"Lemme guess, ya'll thought yo favorite gizzard had…fizzled."

"Fo shizzle," replied Blini, nodding.

Blingaling went on to tell the tale of his fight with the dreaded Little Sister. Actually it was more like how he had been smart enough to call its parents and have it picked up for day care.

"How did you know?" asked Legolordas, listening intently to the story.

Blingaling shrugged and adjusted his bling. "Ya know, Big Blingaling ain't sure. Alls I know is that I figured that it needed supervision and then I was like, 'Yeah!' and I got out ma cell phone and called 'em up."

"What happened after that?" asked Blini.

Blingaling said that he was exhausted from his ordeal with being a temporary baby sitter for the Little Sister and he asked if he could get a ride with the Little Sister's parents. They said of course and they all piled in their car…except this family's car was giant (bigger than a Hummer) and the seat belt was much too big for Blingaling. They came to a stop and Blingaling (then Bingaling) was hurled out the window.

Since obviously he died then he was sent up to where he had come from. The big dudes told him his job wasn't done so they were going to send him back. Except since he was there they decided they might as well put into motion their project to spread racial equality among the gizzards. They made Bingaling the Silvery White into Blingaling the Black, which everyone thought was a great improvement. Who wants to hang out with a stuffy old guy with a four foot beard anyway?

"I have come back to you at the turn of tide," said Blingaling the Black.

"What tide?' asked Blini, clearly confused.

"Hey, I use Tide! It smells so fresh!" Legolordas started to sniff his clothing.

Thonagong sighed. "This is going to be a long quest."

Note: BTW, I think I spelled "homies" wrong but I'm not sure. Don't shoot me. Hope you guys are ready for the next chappie!