Disclaimer: I own nothing but my plot and characters. I do NOT own the song in here, but I do own the second song in here.
A/N: Things are heating up in Hell's Kitchen.. lol I'm not puttin the whole song in because it's too long.
Chapter 8
Chilly Down
"What do you want?" I sounded slightly spastic as an orange, tall, gangly, furry creature approached me.
He spoke as other creatures like him surrounded me, "Nothin' but a tiny visit. Us Fireys haven't seen no one for awhile, and we could use a little company around hea'."
"Umm," Thinking, I agreed, "Fine, but only for a few minutes. I have something very important to do."
"Ya know," The Jamaican voice was rather entertaining, "You remind me of an actress. Your face is beautiful enough to be shown across the world. Do you act?"
My face blushed from the compliment, "No, but I want to someday."
"Well, we have a little song for you. Then maybe you can show us your talent. Come on, boys, let's entertain our friend." The orange creature jumped in the air, and when he landed, some music started from thin air. I didn't see any boombox or instruments!
When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down)
And the bats are back to bed (and the bats are back)
The brothers come 'round (the brothers come 'round)
I get out of my dirty bed (my dirty bed)
I shake my pretty little head (I shake my pretty little head)
Tap my pretty little feet (tap my pretty little feet)
Feeling brighter than sunlight (oh)
Louder than thunder (oh)
Bouncing like a yo-yo, wooh (oh)
Don't got no problems (no problems)
Ain't got no suitcase (no suitcase)
Ain't got no clothes to worry about (no clothes to worry about)
Ain't got no real estate or jewelry or gold mines to hang me up.
I just throw in my hand (throw in my hand)
With the chilliest bunch in the land (in the land)
They don't look much (oh)
They sure chilly chilly (oh)
They positively glow glow, huh (oh)
Chilly down with the fire gang
Think small with the fire gang (It's the only way)
Bad hep with the fire gang (a smile a day keeps the doctor away)
When your thing gets wild
Chilly down, Chilly Down
The song kept going on and on. I listened closely and tapped my feet. Pretty soon I was dancing with the Firey Gang to their song. Laughter and smiles escaped me, and surprised me. I went from being scared out of my skin to having a great time within five minutes. Oh, right...My sister!
I waited for the song to stop before I spoke, "Guys, I appreciate the fun time, but I really have to go now."
"No!" A chunky Firey came over to me, "Just one thing please. We showed you some entertainment, now it's your turn. Please?"
Nodding, I gave in, "Fine..but only for a minute. I really have to go."
Trying to make up my mind of what exactly to do, I figured I'd sing a little. I started to tap my lap with my hand, and the fireys did the same, making a nice beat for my song.
When I wake up each day,
Everything is the same,
Got nowhere to go,
I have myself to blame,
The coffee's too hot,
And the newspaper stinks,
I just wonder when,
I'll find my missing link...
I stopped singing and took a deep breath as the Fireys drew closer to me.
"What'd you stop singing for?" The brightest in color asked.
I smiled while walking away slowly, "I have to go now.."
As if I was about to be a victim in a gang rape, the Firey Gang started to chase me and scream, "Get her head! You sound so pretty singing like that, so we want your head so you can always sing to us!"
I ran and ran until I reached a very tall stone wall. Searching quickly with my eyes, I noticed a goblin standing at the top of the wall, holding a rope.
"Grab teh rope!" He screamed, throwing the entire rope, with both ends, down to me.
Shaking my head, I scolded, "How am I going to climb to the top of the wall when I have both ends of the rope?"
"Sorry Ma'am, yeh must ignore my senselessness. I tend ta' not think before I do somethin'." The goblin reached as I threw one end of the rop back to him. He grabbed it, and I held on as I tried to climb the wall.
Fireys were gaining on me, but I couldn't do anything but climb. At last, I reached the top, and sighed.
"Who are you? The One Man Rescue Team of Goblin City?" My smart-alek remark didn't make the goblin very amused.
"No," He answered, standing proudly, "I'm Nim. I came to tell yeh that I was yer' new 'elper. I will see that yeh' get ta' Goblin City safely."
Great, now a goblin with a hint of an Irish accent. What next? A talking fox with a pet rock?