Note: I might as well get this out of the way while I'm still hyper enough to do it. I've been meaning to, but haven't quite found the energy before. School is ebil. Das ist nicht gut! Bleah. Anyway…

Chapter 5

"Meep!" Raoul said.

"Meep!" Gary said.

"Meep!" Jon said.

"Shut up!" Alanna said.

"Wow!" they all said. In front of them was a big door. Then they looked down. It was a small cat. The cat was black. The cat sat on a mat. He was called Flintoff. He was fat.

"Um, why are you talking like that?" Jon asked.

"I don't know. Now stop TALKING to me! I'm not here, got it?" I replied.

"Narrators!" Jon whined, throwing his hands up into the air.

"Urgh. Just follow the script already!" Alanna scolded him. Jon stuck out his bottom lip, but gazed at the cat in awe. Or, more like a terrible impression of looking awed.

Suddenly…

End of chapter! Come back for instalment 6… No, of course I'm joking!

The cat glowed.

"Shush!" Raoul said. "I think he's trying to say something!" The Flinty opened his mouth, then spat out a hairball.

"Gross!" Alanna mumbled.

"Seriously, wait!" Raoul said again.

"Meeeoow!" the cat said. Jon looked confused.

"Heh?" he asked.

"Ugh. Foolish, stupid, unbearable, imbecilic…"

"We get the picture! Just help!" Jon screeched at me.

"Oh be quiet. If you really must know, he said that if you go near him he will chew you to pieces," I told him.

"Oh, what a lovely, polite cat," Jon said sarcastically.

"Hey, stop trying to steal the story! We're here too you know!" Raoul said, shoving Jon out of the way.

"Meep!" Jon screeched. I shook my head.

"Children?" I called. A shoving war broke out.

"I said, LISTEN!" I shrieked. Then they listened. "Listen up, oh people with the attention span of GNATS! Get in there, or I'll have to cut the story short. Time is money!"

After all the explaining was done, they debated on what to do.

"Here, pussy cat!" Gary tried.

"Sissy," Jon said.

"Go away, fatty!" Gary shrieked.

"Who are you calling fat, fatty? Huh? Fatty fatty, you're a fa-"

"Shut up, fatty. Your hair is terrible too!"

"Do not insult the wonderful HAIR! Look at yours, greenie boy!" Jon shrieked.

"Immature weirdoes," Alanna muttered. She offered the fat cat some food. The cat came and wolfed down the food. They all sneaked inside while Gary ran back to the palace crying. Jon followed a minute later, smiling, showing a full feeling of superiority.

"Sissies," Alanna grumbled.

"Hey! It takes one to know one, you are a g-"

"Jonathan of Conte, SHUT UP!" Alanna screeched, turning red and hitting him.

"Meh," he said. Raoul stood watching, thinking the whole time about the crazy people he knew.

"What's that?" Jon asked, pointing to an object in the corner.

"It's the washy-stuff the llama goddess told us about!" Raoul told him. Jon beamed.

"I'm a clever prince, aren't I Lanna and Raouly-poo?"

"What did you just call us?" Raoul asked. Jon shook his head and grinned. Alanna groaned.

"Here we go again…"

Yay! More soon, promise!