The Elaborate Syrup Prank Part 2: Holly's Revenge

Disclaimer: I own nothing, I just have too much free time.

I believe the general idea for this was given to me by Kimberly. Love her.

I think I'm gonna throw Trouble in here, just for the helluvit, cuz he's just too much fun.

Once upon a time, many miles below the Earth's surface, in a place called Haven city (I'm running out of good intros), Holly Short and Trouble Kelp were walking along the city streets, because, as fate would have it, they both had the day off and there was simply nothing better to do.

"So, anyway," Trouble was saying, "That was when I ripped off the guy's arm and started beating him over the head with it. Got blood all over my favorite boots, too. Really sucked. But, yeah, like I was saying, it was really sick, cuz the arm went all stiff and rigormortificated or whatever, but I still kept beating him with it, right in the face, and I broke his nose in several places, or really, he did it himself, since it was his arm, but anyway, I think his broken nose was the least of his problems…"

"Er…That's great, Trouble," Holly said, desperately trying to change the subject. "Hey! Let's go pet that homeless person over there!"

"Let's feed it truffles!"

Holly and Trouble walked over to where a female elf was staggering about in the street, raving about corn husks. Trouble picked up a stick and poked her with it.

"RAWR!" cried the elf. "I AM KIMBERLY! PRAISE ME! PRAISE MEEEE! I CONTROL YOUR LIMBS!"

"No you don't," said Trouble.

The elf picked up the stick Trouble had poked her with, and stabbed him in the arm with it.

"…Why did you do that?"

"I TOLD YOU I CONTROLLED YOUR LIMBS BUT YOU DID NOT BELIEVETH ME!"

"…You poked me with a stick."

"NAY, I DID NOT! YOU IMAGINED IT WITH YOUR BRAIN OF IMAGINATING!"

"Hey, Trouble, I've got an idea!" Holly said finally.

"Do I even want to know?"

"Well, the other day, Artemis played this mean and kind of pointless prank on me, and maybe if we sick this rabid hobo on him, it would teach him a lesson."

"Why do I have to be a part of this?"

"Because, I…HEY, LOOK OVER THERE!"

Trouble did not look.

"See, look at that, I got you. Now you have to help me or I'll tell everyone at work that you're really gullible."

"I didn't even look!"

"NO TIME TO WASTE, LET'S GO!" Holly ignored Trouble, and proceeded to stuff Kimberly into a plastic sack.

"Won't she suffocate?"

"She's a hobo, who cares?"

Trouble, being the incredibly macho manly-elf that he was, did not share his feelings on hobos at that moment, but if he had been a whiny little wanker like his younger brother, he would have launched into a heart-warming monologue about how hobos were one of the few joys in his life, and how they completely rocked his world and made everything worth it at the end of a hard day at work. But that's another story.

Holly, Trouble, and their hobo prisoner booked two seats on the next shuttle to Tara. Holly and Trouble sat, while Kimberly was stuffed unceremoniously under the seat.

Soon, they were at Fowl Manor, and for some strange reason, someone had placed a mat by the door saying 'Fairies Welcome' in gaudy script. That was pretty muchly an invitation, so they went ahead and walked right in.

Artemis wandered about the house, gloating over various priceless artifacts, as that was what he did when he wasn't plotting or saving the world.

"Hello, Holly. What brings you here? And your…friend?"

"This is Trouble Kelp. And this…" Holly said, preparing to toss the sack containing the rabid hobo elf at Artemis, "Is Kimberly."

The elf leapt from her plastic prison and launched herself at Artemis, clinging to his arm. Artemis didn't flinch, however. He'd had stranger things happen to him.

At that moment, as if on cue, Butler came in and pried the rabid elf off of Artemis with a crowbar.

"Thank you, Butler."

Butler nodded, and went back to one of the sitting rooms that he'd previously occupied, and got back to reading his favorite romance novel. But that, too, is another story.

"Well, crap, that didn't work," Holly said.

So, Holly mesmerized Artemis instead.

"Artemis," she said, her voice dripping with mesmery goodness. "From now until about a quarter past 4, you shall be completely INSANE, just like Kimberly. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"…That was easy," remarked Trouble.

"Good, Artemis. Now tell me. How do you feel?" Holly asked.

"I feel…like…I feel…I…I seem to have an insane urge to knit something…like…a POTHOLDER!"

And with that, Artemis wandered off to pilfer some knitting supplies, and begin work on an enormous potholder-to-end-all-potholders, one that would shame even Grub's and Trouble's combined (See 'The Time Grub Beat Trouble…Almost'). And yet again, that's another story.

"That was pointless," Trouble mumbled.

"Yes, I know. Let's go watch."

"I'll bring the truffles!"

El end-o.

You know, I'm perfectly aware that none of my stories make any sense and there is no plot. There isn't supposed to be. And I disagree when you claim that everyone is out of character. Some of them are, true, but it fits with the story, like in Emo Arty. Of course Artemis is out of character, he's a whiny little emo kid. Just like Grub. And Chix, too, probably. Trust me, Chix is emo, he just doesn't know it yet.

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