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And now as I like to say, ONWARD TO CHAPTER SIX!

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Suddenly, the air was filled with a distant high pitched voice singing what sounded for all the world like a hymn. The only words that Bark could make out were, "While on the path of righteousness I slither..."

Shade Hunter shook her head in disgust. "That's The Beaver," she growled, "A disgrace to his race."

"A shame to his name," added Heather.

Bean, who hated being left out, said, "A wart to his sort." Bark, Ferra, Snyder, Shade Hunter, and Heather all slowly turned to face him. The duck looked at them and smiled weakly. "A blot to his lot? A blister to his sister? A bother to his father?"

"Oh, dear," Bark heard Ferra say to Snyder, "perhaps you and I are the only normal ones here after all."

Bark was not the only one who heard. "What's that supposed to mean?" Shade Hunter said, her eyes narrowing into tiny slits.

Ferra gave a nervous laugh, "Oh nothing."

"Yeah, well it better be nothing or else watch out for your mosquito chips!"

"It's 'mesquite'." Snyder muttered under his breath.

If Ferra heard him, she ignored him. "Surely," she said, arching one eyebrow, "stealing potato chips is below you?"

Heather arched superior eyebrow of her own. "Nothing is beneath us." She said with pride. Bark caught the little smile behind her eyes and began to wonder if Bean was right. Perhaps something terrible was going to happen.

"Come on Bean. Let's go." Bark said, grabbing the back of Bean's bandanna and dragging him inside the hotel.

Once they were inside, Bean nudged Bark. "Didn't I tell you?" He muttered. "Those two spell trouble!"

Bark was going to mention that it had been Ferra that had said Shade Hunter and Heather were trouble, not him, but he decided to keep quit. "I don't know if they're that bright." He said instead. Personally, Bark was not sure they were the biggest of their problems. After all, they still had not meant the hymn singing beaver. It turned out that they did not have long to wait.

He walked in through the front door just as Bark and Bean were passing by. Whistling a hymn, he waved hello to Natalie, who half heartedly returned his greeting.

Bark and Bean exchanged glances, both of them silently agreeing to walk to their room without saying anything. Which is what they did. The two of them walked up the stairs, but as they walked down the hall, they could still here the whistling behind them. Bean turned around in time to see The Beaver walking behind them. "He's getting closer!" The duck hissed. Bark stopped in front of their room, Room Number 13, and pulled out the key. "Hurry!"

Bark shoved the key in the slot and waited for it to beep. It did beep...at the exact moment that the weasel passed by. "Hello friends." He said in a velvety, soothing tone. Maybe he sensed their discomfort.

Bark opened up his door. He and Bean stepped inside. So did The Beaver. Nack had been sitting on the couch. When The Beaver stepped inside, he looked away from the TV. "Who the hell are you, and why are you in here?" He asked.

The Beaver smiled. "I've just come to spread a little sunshine..." He said, sitting down in one of the chairs. Bark and Bean exchanged miserable glances and sat down on the couch beside Nack.

"That's nice." Bark said.

"I just want to let you know that since we're going to be neighbors for a couple of days, if you ever need anything, anything at all, I'll be here quick as a mink."

"That's a very-" Bark started to say, but he was interrupted by Nack.

"Great, go get me a soda." The sleazy weasel demanded. The Beaver nodded and walked into the kitchen. "And none of that diet crap!" Nack called after him. Several seconds later, The Beaver returned, handed Nack a Pepsi, and sat back down.

"Us beavers sometimes get a bum rap, don't you agree?" The Beaver said.

"No." Nack said flatly.

"Look at me. Do I seem annoying, buck-toothed, and stupid?"

"Yes."

The Beaver ignored Nack. "Of course I don't. Judge not, lest ye be judged, that's what I always say. Take yourself for instance," The Beaver said to Bark, "You're not dumb, lazy, and covered in fleas."

"Well, he got one out of three right." Nack cracked. Bark glowered in his direction.

"I think that you should probably get going." Bark said to The Beaver.

"You're probably right." He said, standing up and walking towards the door. "Take a stroll with me sometimes."

"Yeah, okay bye!" Bark said, shutting the door behind The Beaver. He leaned against the door, sweating with relief. Obviously, there was no normal guests at Chateau Royal.

Nack narrowed his eyes at Bark. "Why in the hell did you bring in that moron!"

"He followed us." Bark moaned, slumping down into the chair that The Beaver had been sitting in a moment ago.

Nack skeptically raised an eyebrow. "So where did you two go?" He asked.

Bark began to explain everything to him. Starting with last night's incidents and ending with their encounter with Shade Hunter and Heather. Bark half expected the weasel to call them lunatics, but instead Nack nodded. "Sounds suspicious to me." He mumbled, turning off the TV. "Come on. It's almost nine. We better go get some breakfast." He grumbled.

Apparently Bark and Bean would get the chance to see just how bad the food here was...

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Yes, I know. That chapter was boring, but next chapter is much better!