Hey guys. I'm back from Wisconsin. Thanks for the reviews. Well, here's my new chapter! Oh, and I got one of the scenes from a show my little brother was watching.

Chapter 3: Oh Snap

Continuing from where we left off at the mall…

"So, where do we go now?" Joshua looked at Farina. The sword-master had traded in his medieval clothes for some present day attire. He had on some slightly baggy blue jeans and a black long sleeve button up shirt with the top button and the bottom two buttons unbuttoned. His favorite hat stayed with his new outfit.

Farina glanced around at the stores. She was wearing a tight, white, short-sleeved t-shirt with pink sleeves. Extending from under the pink sleeves, were black sleeves that went up to her wrists. She also had some slightly baggy jeans.

"Hm… I dunno… where do you wanna go?" asked Farina.

Joshua pouted back, "I asked you first!"

"Well…I asked didn't say the same question!" replied Farina.

"What do you mean?" Joshua had a confused look.

"You asked So where do we go now" and I asked "I dunno where do you wanna go." That's two completely different questions."

"Nevermind…" The two continued walking until Joshua suddenly started sniffing the air. "Hey… do you smell that?"

"Smell what?" Farina asked raising her eyebrow.

"That cinnamon-y smell…" Joshua looked around for a moment.

Farina blinked and then replied, "Cinnamon-y isn't even a word…"

"Well… it is now in my dictionary!" Joshua whipped out a notepad from his pocket and started scribbling down some stuff.

"Cinnamon-y: having do with cinnamon; similar to cinnamon…" Joshua finished with the period at the end and then put back the notepad and pen in his pocket.

"Lemme see that!" Farina swiped the notepad from him. "Blue-y: having to do with the color blue… poopy-y: having to do with the horrible smell of crap times two?… All of these are just words with a Y at the end!" Farina continued flipping through the book. "Some of these don't even make sense!"

"Well… I like turning words into adjectives!" cried Joshua.

"Anyways… back to the point… what smells like cinnamon?" questioned Farina.

"You mean what's that cinnamon-y smell," corrected Joshua.

"Yeah," Farina's eye twitched, "Whatever…"

"I think it's coming from there." Joshua pointed at the Cinnabon store.

Farina looked through the window as the man was making the cinnabon. "That looks tasty! Let's buy one!" Farina grabbed Joshua's hand and dragged him into the store.

"Hey- you're holding my hand so tight!" Joshua cried out struggling.

Farina let go of his hand. "Okay, quit acting like a baby."

"But… I like being a baby!" Joshua was hugging a bottle and dragging around a teddy bear.

"Where'd you get that bottle and bear? And so quickly?" Farina asked puzzled.

Joshua looked around squinting his eyes. "There are a lot of things you can't see me do…... like THIS!" Joshua stood still.

Farina just stared at him and then said, "You didn't do anything…"

"AHA! See? You didn't see me do anything!" Joshua went into a victory pose.

Farina slapped her forehead and said, "Forget it. Let's just buy a box of these and leave."

Elsewhere…

"So where should we go now?" Rebecca looked over at Natasha.

Natasha looked around and than pointed at a music store. "Let's go there!"

The two girls ran into the music store.

Rebecca put on some headphones she found and then blasted some punk and metal music enough for the people around her to hear. The people started to panic and scream.

"Oh NOOOOOOOESES! We're gonna diiiiiiie! It's the apocalyyyypse!" said one man running around in circles.

"It's just like the crazy lady said! When the clock strikes 6 hours 6 minutes and 6 seconds Satan is gonna send us all to DAVY JONE'S LOCKER! RUN FOR LIIIIIIVES!" said another man in a fetal position rolling on the ground.

"NOT AGAIN!" screamed a lady who was looking in all directions.

"What is it?" asked the random doctor.

"I see DEAD people AGAIN!" She said in horror.

"When do you see them?" he asked looking at her raising one eyebrow.

"All the TIME…….. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" She started screaming and pointing behind him. She was saw a pac-man ghost behind him.

The doctor slapped his forehead. "I don't know why I took this crazy job- AHHHH!" The doctor wasn't able to finish his sentence as the invisible pac-man ghost behind him devoured his flesh and soul. His soul then went to Davy Jone's locker in which there was a bottomless pit of agony and terror, which the doctor fell through, suffering blood curdling screams and sharing the pain of other poor souls who were unfortunate enough to get sent to Davy Jone's locker.

Soon the music store was empty and Rebecca was still there with her eyes closed listening to the blasted music.

Natasha walked out of the washroom and glanced around wide-eyed. "What happened here! Did Hell freeze over or something!"

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Rebecca yelled over the music.

"I SAID DID HELL FREEZE OVER?" she shouted.

"WHAAAAT?" Rebecca replied even louder.

"I SAID DID HELL- oh FORGET it." Natasha slapped her forehead and went about the shop looking for music to listen to.

During all of this chaos…

Erk, Matthew, and Lucius were strolling through the mall in their new clothing. Lucius was wearing some baggy jeans (which the whole cast seems to favor) and a tight blue long-sleeved T-Shirt. Matthew was wearing some baggy jeans (what did I tell you) and a crimson-red hoody while Erk was wearing some (insert the words "baggy" and "jeans" here) and a slightly tight black short-sleeved T-shirt with white sleeves coming out from under the black sleeves extending to his wrists. Erk's shirt read, "THE FUNNIEST THING ABOUT THIS SHIRT IS THAT BY THE TIME YOU REALIZE IT DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING IT'S TOO LATE FOR YOU TO STOP READING YOU RETARD!"

"So… get anything at the bookstore?" asked Lucius.

"Just a couple of books." Erk said casually holding a bag with at least thirty-three books. "You?"

"Just some magazines." Said Lucius casually.

"Girly magazines!" added Matthew.

Lucius's eye twitched and he asked in an annoyed tone,"Well, Mr. Magazine-Critic what did YOU get?"

Matthew shrugged. "Nothin."

"Nothing?" Lucius raised his eyebrow.

"Nothin."

Erk gave Matthew a look and said, "Oh come on. You must have bought SOMETHING from all those crappy stores we browsed through."

"Well, I bought my hoody and pants."

"Whatever." Erk said rolling his eyes.

Suddenly there were police running all over the place.

Lucius and Erk both looked at each other and then at Matthew.

The two chorused in unison, "What did you steal!"

"Just a pencil or two…"

Over the intercom a female voice said, "Attention, all shoppers. We are on the look out for a man with a crimson-red hoody and blonde hair. He has stolen some couch cushions, some books, three pencils, and some music CDs with foul language. Please inform the nearest guard if you find this man. Have a nice day!"

Matthew looked at Erk then Lucius. Then Erk again. Then Lucius again.

"Okay, okay, okay. I might've stolen a bit more than a pencil…" Matthew took out couch cushions, some books, three pencils, and some music CDs with foul language out of his pocket and then stuffed them back in.

"Just a BIT more than a PENCIL!" Erk replied, after Matthew confessed.

"I wouldn't say a BIT…" Matthew remarked nonchalantly.

Lucius lifted his fingers counting to three. "One… two… three… Hey! You said you got TWO pencils! You got THREE!"

"Two… three…. What's the difference?"

Lucius took out a calculator. "Well the difference of three and two is one." Said Lucius ironically.

Matthew glared at Lucius. "What you talkin' bout Lucius!"

"It's basic math. Didn't you pay attention in your numbers class? Tsk tsk tsk." Lucius started waving his index finger while shaking his head.

"Hey, tweetle-dee and tweetle-dumber! Stop arguing! Once the guards catch Matthew, we're ALL going to be dead MEAT-"

Lucius intervened, "Will be we tasty meat?" Matthew tilted his head to the side at the question.

Matthew quickly added, "Will we served with steak sauce at a high-price?"

"Will you two stop being a bunch of retards and-" Unfortunately, Erk wasn't able to finish his sentence as two police guards came up to the three.

"Oh snap." The three said in unison looking at the guards.

"Hello," Said the first. He looked at Matthew and said, "Sir, you fit the description of the one who's been shoplifting stores and correcting people. You have blonde hair AND a crimson-red hoody. That fits it perfectly."

Matthew used his quick thinking. "No, no, no. I have a BLOOD-RED hoody," said Matthew using the lie as a correction.

"What?" The guard asked giving Matthew a puzzled look.

The second guard spoke up, "Oh wait, I see what he's saying. It's not CRIMSON-RED it's blood-red!"

"How do you know this?" the first asked.

"I went to art school before I became a police." The second said proudly.

The first thought for a moment and said, "You know, now that I think of it his hoody looks more to me like a scarlet red."

"No, no, but look at it! It's blood-red! His hoody SCREAMS blood-red!"

The first took out his walkie-talkie and said into it, "We need back-up on this one guys!"

Matthew, Erk, and Lucius just looked at the two police bewildered at their argument, which Matthew had started.

Back to our favorite tactician…

Paul walked out of the store with his copy of Kingdom Hearts and strategy guide. Along with some horror movies to watch. He wants to scare the crap out of the others later on.

"Hm…," Paul pondered, "I wonder where everyone else is… Might as well look for them!" Paul skipped across the mall as people stared at him like he was some sort of mentally retarded person. He finally stumbled upon Matthew, Lucius, and Erk, who were standing right in front of seven arguing guards.

"No, no, NO! The hoody is BRICK-RED! Just look at it!" exclaimed guard no.5.

"But LOOK! Can't you tell that it's like a red brown or something?" interrupted guard no.3

"Your BOTH wrong! It's plain red!" sighed guard no. 4

Paul approached Matthew, Lucius, and Erk while the guards argued.

"Finally! I found you guys!" exclaimed Paul, "I've been looking all over the place!"

"Maybe you couldn't find us cause your blind. Go see an eye doctor." Replied Erk sarcastically.

"So what'd you buy?" asked Paul looking at Lucius and Erk's bags.

"Books." Erk shook his bag.

"Just some magazines." Lucius said casually.

"GIRLY magazines!" Matthew added cheerfully.

"Will you SHUTUP about that!" whined Lucius.

Matthew pointed out, "But they ARE girly."

Erk sighed, "Are we going yet?"

"Fine," sighed Matthew. He looked at the arguing guards. "Listen guys, it's been fun, but I gotta go now, so we can ALL just agree that my hoody is crimson-red. Capiche?" Matthew looked at the seven guards. They all looked at each other wide-eyed realizing he just admitted his hoody color.

Guard no.7 pointed at Matthew. "GET HIM!"

"Oh snap." The four said in unison. Hoorah for cliffhangers!

Oh yeah, and thanks for the reviews from the last chapter! I enjoyed reading and replying them! All right, see later guys! Leave a review on the way out! Oh, and don't fall into the bottomless pit of agony and terror in Davy Jone's Locker!