A/N: Forgot the Not a chapter before, so it's here. GRIN.

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TRIPTYCH.

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Once upon a time, in the land of popcorn and PopTarts, in the land of hamburgers and just plain cows, of movies and munchies, of laptops and lapdances, there were many people. Six billion, to be exact. In the entire world. But…follow me on a journey to another land. We're going—past Neptune, past Pluto, just a little farther…ah. Here it is. We call this planet—Lemony Land.

It's exactly like planet Earth, except with less people. There is only about a hundred in the entire place. But all are involved, in some way, with a secret organization called V.F.D.

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Wouldja cut the crap? This is NOT a scientific video! Fuckin' Chuck Norris.

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Aaanyway, this person was doing this, and yada yada yada. Important but not important enough, if you know what I mean. Ya don't? Oh well. Now, our main Bratties were in the—where? The—front desk. Should've known.

Jesus Christ. You're fired.

What!

Both of you shut up! The story has to take place.

"Why did this happen?" Violet asked.

"And this?" Klaus demanded. They turned to Sunny, who was tuning a guitar, trying to strum out "Over the Moon."

"Only thing to do is…jump over the moon!" Sunny then began to rock out, singing random bits from any rocker from Janis Joplin to U2 to Green Day. Violet and Klaus looked away. "Ignore her and pretend she doesn't exist," Klaus hissed. Violet nodded.

"My story doesn't make sense!"

"Neither does mine!"

"Sunny, stop strumming!" At this, little Sunny jumped at Violet's neck, with Klaus stopping her from gnawing at Violet. "Diiieeee muthafucka!" Sunny was foaming at the mouth and Klaus put a leash on her.

"Heel, Sunny!" Sunny fell backwards onto the floor, but the foam was no more, so it was all good.

"Wow." Violet wiped her brow, though she had done nothing but scream.

"Sha."

"Where were we?"

"Problems."

"Right." Pause. "Wait, doesn't Sunny need to be up so she can talk about John God Sex?"

"Yeah." They propped her up, and she said what they had needed her to, but then fell, but miraculously fell onto a nice comfy mattress that was small enough for her 15-year-old self.

"John God Sex? Is that the guy who—" Klaus began, but was interrupted.

"Wrote the poem about the six blind men and the elephant, It was six men of Hindustan
To learning much inclined… And prate about an Elephant
Not one of them has seen!" She rattled this off very fast.

"Wow," Klaus told Violet who had recited the whole poem. "How'd you do that?"

Violet had a guilty grin and put her finger to her lips. "Wikipedia."

Cheesy commercial music.

Wikipedia. Free online encyclopedia. BIGGRIN

"THIS CHAPTER IS TOO DAMN LONG!" Sunny shrieked. "Can we just end it already?"

"Alright," the almighty Author answered. "Klaus, just figure out what the crow shit is." She disappeared into the heavens.

"Right-o," said Klaus Britishly.

After that longass talk, we decide to enter Frenewey, down a long rope. Frog-shaped lamp and shit like that.

"Who are you?"

"Frank?"

"Ernest?"

"DEWEY, BITCHES!" He began to explain.

We tuned him out and decided to watch Fear Factor instead.

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A/N: Grin. I happen to like that chapter. It'll probably be shittier when it's not just in my mind. :P
References: Dodgeball and RENT. Those who find get awards and whatnot.

Byeas,

Grace