Hello, people! After about four months, we're finally back! Don't worry; this story is NOT dead!

Replies to our most wonderful reviewers:

KatyaChekov: Terribly sorry about prolonging that cliffhanger. This chapter, at any rate, does not end with a cliffhanger.

The Tribble Master: That was a very… random… review. And we actually have not seen any episode with Stella Mudd; all we know about her is Tavia's portrayal of her in 'The Mask of Stella' and its sequel. Very amusing fics, if you have not read them then you must!

Delia thatcher19: A surprising number of our reviewers know people named Snodgrass. How odd… we ourselves do not know anyone named Snodgrass.

Fairyangel: We know what you mean… ¡Exclamation marks are fun!

Queenofinsanity: Guess what! I updated my Dragon Dungeon story! Ha! There you go! But my excuse is that I'm working on a Lemony Snicket story that is 120 pages so far and I want to totally finish it before I post it. I hope it's really long. Because that means lots of reviews! Thanks for reviewing.

On to the fic (finally!)

Narrator: Now let's go back to Doctor Death and the machine. Did it work? Let's find out!

Doctor Death: Good idea.

Narrator: There is a blinding flash of light in the room containing Pearlgirl, Alania and Snodgrass. Then we hear a loud noise that sounds like a cat screeching. When the light fades, the authors and Snodgrass are still in one piece.

Snodgrass: I survived! We all survived!

Pearlgirl: Well of course we did. We're the Authors, duh!

Narrator: Then they notice five little kids at the other end of the room. One is a little girl with curly brown hair, the other is a little girl with straight brown hair, one is a boy with black hair, and two are little boys with brown hair and one of them has a scar on his left cheek.

Snodgrass: Hey, that's me! I got that scar when I was six and a penguin bit me. It hurt.

Little Snodgrass: Where am I?

Little Pearlgirl: Where'd my Barbie doll go?

Little Alania: Barbies are stupid.

Pearlgirl: Don't listen to me. I never played with Barbies. I was far too mature.

Little Pearlgirl: I like playing with them in the bathtub. But then their heads get water in them and make slushing noises.

Little Alania: Phooh. I like dinosaur toys better.

Little Dr. Death: I like to play with my chemistry set. I can make poisonous chemicals and conquer the world!

Doctor Death: Huh? What happened? I thought the machine was fixed! I thought I would end up with mutant Author clones that would help me take over the galaxy! How come I ended up with more six-year-olds? How come there's a clone of me?

Alania: Well, you were in this room when you pushed the button. You said it would clone anyone in the room.

Doctor Death: Okay, so who's the last kid a clone of?

Pearlgirl: Who else is in the room?

(they all look at the Narrator)

Narrator: Wait- are you saying that I got cloned, too?

Little Narrator: How do you do? I like to talk. When I grow up, I'm going to narrate stories. I'm going to be the most famousest Narrator in the world!

Alania: Yep, it's you all right.

Snodgrass: Well, I guess it's good that he hadn't managed to fix the machine, or he might have a couple of powerful mutant Author clones right now!

Alania: Are you kidding? I can't let people find out what I was like as a six-year-old; it'll ruin my image!

Little Alania: (kicks Alania's foot) I'm bored. I wanna go outside and play. Where are my dinosaurs?

Pearlgirl: (snickers) I was always well-behaved when I was six.

Little Pearlgirl: Where's my Barbie doll? I want my Barbie! Waaaaah! (starts crying)

Alania: Sure, you were a little angel.

Pearlgirl: At least I was cute. I would wear little pink dresses with mermaids on them. You wouldn't let Mom dress you up.

Alania: You had Minnie Mouse underwear that you would care around EVERYWHERE!

Doctor Death: Arrrrgh! I HATE little kids. Why did I have to get more?

Little Snodgrass: Where am I? Who is everybody? What's happ-

Narrator: Little Snodgrass trips over a wire, pulling it out from the wall.

Doctor Death: Stop!

Little Snodgrass: Sorry.

Narrator: He tries to get up by pulling on a cord that hangs from the wall. He pulls it out of the wall as well.

Snodgrass: At least now everyone will see how much less clumsy I am now. Can't you see how much- WHOA!

Narrator: Snodgrass walks over to his clone and trips over yet another wire on the floor. He falls down next to his clone.

Pearlgirl: All these wires are a safety hazard.

Little Pearlgirl: I'm scared! I don't like wires! (starts crying)

Snodgrass: I'm okay. Don't worry. Ouch!

Narrator: He starts to stand up, but Little Snodgrass, who is struggling in a mess of wire, kicks him and knocks him down again. Soon, every wire is unplugged. Doctor Death is going crazy.

Doctor Death: Now I'll have to start working on my machine all over again! You stupid kids!

Pearlgirl: But maybe this time you can get it right.

Little Doctor Death: I'll help. I know how to make stuff bubble.

Little Narrator: And I'll narrate what he does! I'm good at that!

Doctor Death: No! All you new stupid kids are going to be put with the old stupid kids! In the freezing room!

Narrator: He points to a door labeled Freezing Room. Just then, all of the old clones come pouring out of the room. In case you've forgotten, these include Little Kirk, Little Spock, Little McCoy, Little Sulu, Little Chekov, and Little Uhura.

Little Kirk: What happened?

Little Sulu: Doctor Death put us in there, didn't he?

Little McCoy: I didn't like it in there. Too cold!

Little Uhura: And my dress got messed up!

Little Sulu: And there weren't any worms to eat!

Little Chekov: Or any Play-doh!

Little McCoy: Or any actual food either!

Little Spock- Well, one can hardly expect to find warmth and comfort in a cryogenic chamber.

Little McCoy: Cry-o-whatsit? Anyways, who cares? That Doctor Death guy isn't so nice.

Doctor Death: Yeah, well I don't find little kids too nice either.

Little Doctor Death: Even me? I'm a mad scientist too- I want to be just like you when I grow up!

Doctor Death: (ignores him) Now, what happened to the Freezing Room? How come it stopped working?

Little Kirk: (shrugs) I dunno.

Little Doctor Death: I bet I could help fix it! I like machines!

Little Spock: Perhaps I could be of assistance. I have had some experience with cryogenics before.

Little Snodgrass: Maybe I could help. I could, well, I could... ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Should this be a difficult question?

Little Kirk: Oh good, now we have a red-shirt clone. That way we don't have to worry about getting hurt.

Doctor Death: (points at Little Snodgrass) You, you, Grrrrrr! Now I remember! You unplugged everything, including the cyrogenic chamber! I'll get you! (starts chasing Little Snodgrass) I'll get all of you! Little kids are like rodents!

Narrator: Suddenly, Doctor Death stops chasing Little Snodgrass and smiles a very evil grin.

Doctor Death: That gives me a marvelous idea! Muahahaha!

Little Doctor Death: (tries to imitate the laugh) Muehehehe- hiccup!

Alania: Do review! And, incidentally, I did NOT act that snotty when I was little!

Pearlgirl: Well, you were certainly snottier than I was.