"Wake up, Oh Great One. You will soon be needed."
He groaned and stretched his body out, then stood up.
"How?"
"The same reason you were needed last. Arise from this drudgery. Rise up to the threat of evil."
He yawned, waved off the voices, and turned on his Gamecube.
"Okay, so, there's not much we can do, but we still need to seek it out." Robin gazed down at the book Raven had produced. "And, though I hate to admit it, we may need Malchior again."
Raven sighed. "It's not like there's anything wrong with the plan, just that I don't like the idea of bringing Malchior back to this realm."
Beastboy smacked his head. "It's crazy! What if he tries to eat us again?"
Starfire grabbed Beastboy's shoulder to calm him down. "Friend Raven has defeated the Malchior dragon before; she is quite capable of doing so again."
Cyborg looked down at the book and put it on the plinth. "Well, here goes nothing. We're all set?"
"Yeah," said Robin, "So, let's get this over with."
Raven sighed and cast the enchantment. Malchior returned in his paper form.
"Tha—HEY! I have no will to speak with you."
"Too bad," said Raven, "You're not getting out of that area, and we're not putting you back until you help us."
"Oh, you want HELP? After last time, you'll get none."
"You will help us, whether or not you like it. I know you can, it seems in your domain."
"And what makes you think I can?"
"Because you're the only one who is capable of helping. You are the Great Dragon."
"Ha! I am A Great Dragon, but not THE Great Dragon. You want THE Great Dragon, you'll have to check out in Redmond."
"Redmond?"
"D'OH! I gave it away."
"Where's Redmond?"
"I'm not answering."
"Yes you are. We didn't come unprepared. If you don't help us, candles won't be the only things lit up in this room."
Malchior's eyes widened as he took a step back.
"You're crazy!"
"Answer the question."
"Redmond, Washington. His name is Tom Again. He lives near noahq, across the street from Mario and Luigi's Pizza!" Malchior said, terrified at the prospect that a lie could get him burnt alive.
"That's a good dragon. We'll see if you're telling the truth when we've been there. In the meantime…" Raven grabbed the book and opened it at Malchior. She recited the spell to bring him back, and in he went.
"Tom Again, hm? Sounds interesting. Well, we'll have to go find him," Robin looked down.
"Well?" asked Cyborg, wondering why Robin was looking down.
"I feel like there's something about that name. Something I've heard before."
"Well, you may have, but it's not like it matters right now. What matters is finding Tom and getting his help."
"Right. Well, then, Titans, go!"
Jinx and Mammoth were nearing the Gardner White. Mammoth was tired, as was plainly obvious, and it was work for him to so much as lift his head.
"Come on, we're almost there."
"Almost there?" Mammoth growled, turning his head slightly to Jinx but otherwise remaining with his head down. "We've been wandering around for three hours now, and we're probably miles from the store now!"
"Uh, Mammoth, look."
Mammoth sighed and looked up. Standing right in front of him was a Gardner White.
"Oh. Well, I hope you don't mind if I look at chairs for a bit, my feet are killing me."
"Oh, don't worry, I was kinda hoping you would."
"Something's telling me I'm gonna have to carry the oven back, right?"
"Yep."
Mammoth sighed and gazed back at his feet. He then jerked his head up.
"You hear something, Jinx?"
"No, why, do you?"
"Yeah, sounds like a boy's voice."
"…Oooo-kay, ah, I'll just be in the little girl's room…." And with that, Jinx left.
Mammoth sat down in a chair as he relaxed his body. As usual, the annoying sales-guy skidded up.
"Heeeeeyyyyyyyy! I see you like our custom-made state-of-the-art cotton-stuffed easy-chair!"
"Uh, no, I'm just exhausted and in need of rest. My sister has the money, anyways, and she wouldn't buy it for me. Besides, we're here for an oven."
"Then come on and see what we have!"
"My sister'll swing by and see. I don't entirely care for picking out stuff if I'm not gonna like it later."
"How do you know you won't absolutely love it?"
"Because I don't love anything large that I have to carry around for 3 hours. Now, when my sister comes along, she'll have one picked out."
"Um…okay, I'll just go and wait by the ovens." The salesman walked off.
"I pity Jinx."
Meanwhile, Jinx was in the bathroom, washing her face.
"Okay, it's only a thought. You're not crazy. It's just a thought. Not a voice, just a thought."
She grabbed a paper towel, dried off her face, and left the bathroom to see the ovens. As with Mammoth, the annoying sales-guy skidded up.
"Heeeeeyyyyyyyy! You looking for ovens?"
"Yeah. You got any General Electric?"
"Indeed we do! For only $799, you can buy one for your very own!"
"Let me guess, this is excluding tax, shipping and handling, payments, and medical bills, right?"
"Um….I'll be over by the—"
"Oh, no, you're selling me an oven. Now, I want the General Electric. With tax, that'll be $856.93."
"Done."
"Okay, then. Let me go find my brother, and we'll be ready."
"Okay, I'll wheel 'er up front."
Jinx left to the chair department as the salesman walked off for a dolly. She found Mammoth leaning back in a doze.
"Hey, buns of flab, get up, we're going."
"Uh," Mammoth said as he got out of the chair, "Man, that chair rocks."
Jinx sighed. "I'd buy it for you if you could carry it and the oven."
"Why not dolly the oven and the chair and make it easy?"
"Hey, that's actually a good idea. I gotta feel this chair, though."
Jinx sat down.
"Hm, you know, you're right, this chair IS awesome. Well, let's just see if that ever-so-flamboyant salesman will sell it."
"Alright, hang on." Mammoth leaned over and hefted up the chair, much to the amazement of a nearby woman and her child, and the two walked to the door to find the salesman standing there with the oven.
"We'll also be buying the chair."
"That'll be…"
"$427.93 for the chair, I know, I checked it out."
"You have a calculator or something?"
"Yeah, but it's not worth you seeing it."
"Um, okay. So, in total, that'll be…"
"$1,284 and 86 cents."
"Okay, that's just scary."
"No, I checked before I got here."
"What about the oven? I'm sure—"
"After buying as many ovens as we have, you tend to figure out exactly what you're buying it for."
"Why do you need so many ovens?"
"It's a long story. Here's the money." Jinx gave the sales-guy the money. "How much for a dolly?"
"A dollar for one."
"Crap, out of money," said Jinx.
"Oh, I got $2. I was gonna buy some Pokemon cards and sell 'em at the shop."
"I feel bad buying dollies with the store-money," said Jinx.
"Oh, don't worry; I'm buying 'em."
"Okay, well, I'll go get the dollies," said the sales-guy, and he left.
"Um, hello? Jinx and Mammoth! Go find the Titans! Get your furniture first if you have to, but find them!"
"You hear that?" Mammoth said.
"Yeah, I've been trying to ignore it for a while."
"Why?"
"Scares the hell out of me to think I'm hearing voices. Since you are, too, I guess I'd better listen."
"Right. Let's get the dollies, take the furniture back home, and find the Titans."
The sales-guy came back with two dollies. Mammoth paid him for the dollies and they carted their furniture away.
Lots of Nintendo references here. You'll find out why later on. Until next time…
This is S. Giovanni, signing out.