Chapter 4: Galfore's New Bumgorf…?

A/N: I've only been awake for about six hours…tired…I think I'm going to plan on attacking all of the characters from TT, but not all of them will be done individually. If I did, I'd have over 100 chapters. OO So that means I'll attack, say, the Brotherhood of Evil all at once. You get it, right? Right.

Nov. 12th: And to Vandagirl, I don't know how many Cy/Rae fics I've read, because I usually just try to search for some and that takes about an eternity on my stupid computer. And as for the whole paragraph spacing thing, blame the crappy computer for that too. Your real name is Angela? Cool. Mine's Allison. But SHHHH! I didn't tell you that!

And to everyone else: I had originally written this chapter two weeks ago, but I never got around to finishing it. I apologize. Please slap me in the face. BUT NO FLAMING, GOT IT!

Gertrude, with an evil grin on her face, hopped into her brand-new, one-man spaceship and flew off to Tamaran at full speed. This'll be fun, she thought to herself and giggled.

She landed on the dry, smooth pink Tamaranean surface and tried to get herself out of her ship. She fell out and landed headfirst as soon as she got her door open. "Ow…"

"Welcome, young foreigner. I am Galfore, the Grand Ruler of Tamaran." A deep, booming voice said from behind her. Gertrude got up and faced the voice. "Indeed you are," she said, eyeing the colossal man carefully. He wore a sleek, curved M-shaped crown on top of his enormous head. Yep, that's definitely Galfore, Gertrude thought. She followed him into the Tamaranean palace.

"…And that's how I became the Grand Ruler." Galfore finished as Gertrude began to snore loudly. They were in the dining hall, waiting to be served. Finally, several servants entered and set large plates of large, soggy Tamaranean delicacies on each side of the table. Galfore immediately jumped on the table and began to devour the spicy, exotic food on his end.

"Guest, please. Hurry and eat, because if you don't, I will!" Galfore said with wads of food in his mouth.

Gertrude was utterly disgusted. "You honestly expect me to eat this? I don't even know what it is! Rotten lemons? Because that's what it smells like!" She gagged.

"What are these lemons of which you speak?" Galfore asked, mid-chew.

"Never mind." Gertrude's eye twitched. Reluctantly, she stood up on the table and took a deep breath. Just devour it like he does. It'll be over in a second. The longer you stand here, the less time you have to go back and make out with Beast Boy. With this thought in her mind, she giggled to herself and chowed down. And surprisingly, she loved it. "What IS this stuff, anyway? I'd love to make this at home. Or make Starfire cook it for me. Whichever." She smiled at Galfore. He returned it. "This is the body of a Rorfian Zothgar. It was killed just before you arrived. A common Tamaranean dish. Anyone can make it."

"Erm, we don't have Rorfian Mothballs or whatever it's called on Earth. Can I take some with me?" Gertrude asked.

"We usually do not allow foreigners to take Tamaranean food from our planet. If you want it, you must become a citizen. Alternatively, you can simply be my bumgorf. I miss Starfire so much; I need a child to take care of. I think you're that child." He looked hopeful and gently (and by gently, it means that he was unintentionally pounding) patted her shoulder. She looked at him with annoyance. "I'm not a child, sir, I'm 23."

"23? As in 23 filutorfs? That would mean you are younger than Starfire. I believe on Earth that means you are only 12 years-," A very confused Galfore said.

"NO, 23 YEARS OLD! TWENTY-THREE! I AM AN ADULT! GAH! YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU CAN JUST FORGET THE MOTHBALLS! I'M GOING HOME!" Gertrude burst through the dining hall doors and out of Galfore's sight. Galfore sat back down and quietly took a sip from his remarkably heavy wine goblet, wondering what he had done wrong to offend Gertrude. Ah, well. At least I have the Rorfian Zothgars to myself, he thought.

Gertrude, on the other hand, sulked as she unsuccessfully tried to jump into her ship (literally, since she's such an idiot). Then she proceeded to slam the door on her head (resulting in a rather nasty concussion). And finally, she somehow managed to get her key shoved up her fingernail (OUCH!).

At long last, after she got her key out from underneath her nail, she finally managed to get her ship moving. During her ride, she flipped through her notebook and checked off Galfore's name. Wishing for someone easier to torment, she peered down at her list to see who was next.

"Más Y Menos! Why did I put them NE-EXT?" She whined. "Great. Now I have to learn how to speak fluent Spanish in three hours. Where's my dictionary!" She pushed the autopilot button and rolled over to the back of her ship, in hopes of finding a Spanish-to-English dictionary.

Two hours later, she managed to find one wedged between her butt and the cushion. "Ugh, now I only have an hour until I get to Steel City¿Por qué tengo que aprender en una hora? Soy muy estúpido." She began to flip through the book frantically. This could get ugly.

Translation: Why do I have to learn in an hour? I'm very stupid.

Wow, I think my writer's block is gone. I needed to write. I have so many things to update all over the Internet. So, in Chapter 5, Gertrude pays the Spanish twins a visit. So much for going to Tamaran. But hey, that was her idea (or, rather, MY idea). Besides, she's not exactly what you would consider a genius. Heh. But she's fabulous, right? OK, maybe not fabulous per se, but still…

Keep a look out for my newest fanfic, the Simpsons' Treehouse of Horror XVII! It's MY turn to write creepy Halloween stories for once! Mwahahahahaahahahahaha!