Note: Wow, I didn't write for a LONG time! I totally forgot the story existed! Oh well, I'm back, come with the sole purpose of torturing you all some more. Oh, and Moulin Rouge ROCKS! Watch it or die :P Oh, and I finally finished the Immortals. Yay for Numy, who is oh-so-pretty! Enjoy, if you dare! OH yes, and I have a recent obsession with the word "Nary" incase you can't tell by the end of the chapter Oh yeah, and I'm totally obsessed with Moulin Rouge, have watched it at least 50 times literally since Friday evening. Erin, this is all your fault :P On the subject of obsessions: I love True Star Gold by Tommy Hilfiger! Woooo!
Disclaimer: I own the Magic Scrubby Bubbles ™ and the Llama Goddess. Nary else.
Chapter 8As an afternoon of stink-bombing the king, pretending to be Myles's conscience and making ghostly images appear to anyone unfortunate enough to pass them, Jon, Alanna and the llama goddess returned to the sacred room of Magic Scrubby Bubbles ™, singing the "Nary" song taught to them by the goddess, who was taught by Mithros, who was taught by the Great Mother Goddess, who was taught by Gainel, and so forth. Anyway, the really important thing was that Raoul was still soaking in the bubbles. The problem being that when they returned Raoul was frozen solid in a block of ice, the picture of a frozen caveman.
"He had it comin', he had it comin', he only had himself to blame…" the Llama Goddess sang as she danced round the room. Jon raised his eyebrows.
"As I recall, you MADE him go in there…" He trailed off when she shot him a warning glare.
"Whatever. Let's unthaw him," the goddess said, waving her hand in the air.
"I don't know. He's better like that, for example: he can't talk…" Alanna reasoned.
"She has a point, you know," Jon agreed.
"No WAY am I leaving HIM a block of ice," the goddess told them haughtily, momentarily going into a trance. "Besides, then who'll take over the King's Own when you're king, eh Jon?" she asked.
"Wha?…"
"Ooops, shouldn't've said that…"
The goddess lifted the Raoul-cube onto the floor, with great difficulty.
"He really IS heavy…" she muttered.
Jon and Alanna mumbled together in agreement. Suddenly an unconscious Argentinean fell through the roof, and was quickly joined by a dwarf dressed as a priestess of the temple of the Great Mother Goddess (Sorry, I really AM that obsessed with Moulin Rouge ) and explained that the Argentinean had a sickness called Narcolepsy.
"Wrong movie," the goddess said, sending them to the set of Moulin Rouge. She turned around and promptly bashed her head off a nearby camera. The ensuing string of curses made even Alanna wince.
When the goddess was calm again, she unfroze the Raoul-icicle.
"Is there anything we can do to repay you for your help?" Jon asked. The goddess smiled, a strange expression on her face, then snapped out of it.
"Uh, right, uh, yeah…" she babbled. Alanna sniggered. "Shut up! Um…" she trailed off. The lights went out and a swing appeared in the middle of the room. The goddess perched on it and babbled happily like a three-year-old on a swing at the local park for the first time. She snapped back to reality, and began to sing…
"A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, but diamonds are a girl's best friend…"
This continued until the song finished. The goddess hopped off of the swing, into Jon's arms.
"Diamonds, then, I take it?" he asked.
"Well, yeah. But…" she said kissing his cheek.
"Off him! He's MINE!" I shrieked.
"Um, excuse me, we're the same person, duh…" the goddess told the seething narrator.
"Oh yeah…" I muttered. "Right."
Note: Isn't this WONDERFUL! Excuse the Moulin Rouge stuff, current obsession, so THANKS ERIN:P Now review!
