Disclaimer: For the love of Billie Joe Armstrong, I DONT FRIGGIN OWN NEOPETS!
Father Usul: Well whatever has been eating the farmer's corn has stopped. Good thing too.
Mother Usul: That's good to hear. Maybe it went away somewhere, like over to that ass Hagan's kingdom.
Father Usul: Well, some farmers are talking about a drought...
Mother Usul: Well. That was extremely random...
Meanwhile, the little Usul takes a bite of food then looks up, her glorious plastic surgery shining through.
Sally: Daddy? Mummy? I'm full. Can I bring Fluffy my scraps?
Father Usul: -stares blankly- What Fluffy?
Mother Usul: You know, that Bichon Frise she says is six feet four and resides in the shed mercilessly tearing apart our chickens.
Father Usul: Oh, that harmless little dear... but I'm not sure. You haven't been eating a lot lately.
Mother Usul: Oh, go ahead dear. Just make sure you eat everything Fluffy doesn't.
Sally: Oh, yeah, right, like I'm going to go eat after a pig!
Garin: YOU SHALL DO AS YOUR MOTHER SAYS! -whacks Sally with purse-
Jacques: No, she will do whatever her sexiness wants! -whacks Garin with his purse-
(Garin and Jacques pointlessly struggle on the floor)
Hannah: This promises to be interesting...
Sally: 0.o All right! Good night!
As Sally approaches the barn...
Sally: Hello? Hello? I brought you some food. Um... there's chicken and carrots and potatoes and ear of cow. You liked the cow I brought last night, so here's some more. All right. I guess I'll see you tomorrow.
Sally runs away.
Bat thing: HISSS!
Sally (whispering): Good night, Mr. Scary.
Bat Thing: HISSS! SLUURPP! CHLOP! CHLOP! CHLOP! MOO, MOO, MOO!
Fin Chapter 4.
Darigan: Honestly, you would think I would have more manners, being royalty and all.
Amira: -smacks- You? Royalty? As if! It's not like you're some type of hero here, and all...
-Stares from bystanders-
Armin: -shakes head- You really need to read the script more often... hey wait a minute, you're not even ALIVE at this point!
Amira: Neither are you, bucko.
Armin: Oh, yeah, really, well you better get off to your own spoof! Off you go!
Hannah: -comes in with a big cheesy grin on her face- Guess what! I just found... a nickel! It shall be a shiny, and it shall be mine, and it shall be my shiny.
-Stares-
Harry Potter: Off to your own stories, FOOS!
Armin: OHMYGOD, IT'S HARRY PO-
Harry: You don't need to point out the obvious sexiness, man. -admires himself in mirror- Does my hair look messy from this point?
Armim: Uh...
Harry: Well, GO ON! You know you're supposed to be off saving Hannah from that evil, dirty, filthy-
Kanrik: HEY!
Harry: -son of a bludger. See you. -walks off with Amira and Ginny-
-Awkward silence-
Kanrik: -shakes head- I'm telling you, what the lack of hair gel will do to the unwary...
End Backstage.