Sorry about the delay. I've been really busy, and I just started school... ugh... school... Anyways, thanks to all my reviewers: NUTCASE71733, Chaotix Extremist, SergeantKlump, Dogpaddle, sonic candy, and Blue Mage Quartet.

Thanks for the ideas everyone!

Well, that's all. And now...as I say ever chapter... ONWARD TO CHAPTER 11!

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It had been roughly twenty minutes since Bark had been abducted by the zombie chickens, and Nack had explained his plan to Bean. The two of them had gotten back into the chateau. Now, the unlikely duo were dashing down the dark hallway, armed with knives, forks, spoons, and whatever other utensils that they could find. But little did they know that their plan was going to go horribly wrong...

"How long do you think the hallway is?" Nack whispered to Bean.

"I don't know!" Bean said, stretching one foot far ahead of him. He cautiously set it down on the floor. "Nope. It doesn't start here." He stated. The duck stretched out his foot again. He felt solid ground beneath his foot. "Nope. It doesn't start here." He stuck his foot out again. Solid ground. "Nope. It doesn't start here."

In the darkness behind Bean, Nack's eye began to twitch. After the sixth round of Bean's routine, the weasel snapped. "Would you shut the hell up?" He hissed as Bean stuck his foot out once more.

"Sorry." The duck said.

Nack ignored the apology. "From now on, I will walk in front!" The weasel snapped as he stepped in front of Bean.

"Uh Nack-" Bean began.

"Holy crap!" Nack hollered as he stepped out into the nothingness of thin air. Bean covered his ears as a flood of curses echoed around the once silent hallway as Nack bounced down the stairs like a rubber ball. Through his plugged ears, he faintly heard the tell tale thunk that signified Nack's arrival at the bottom of the staircase. The green duck slowly uncovered his ears and peered down into the darkness.

"Nack, are you alright?" He asked as he slowly stepped down onto the top stair.

"Stupid gravity..." Bean heard Nack mutter from the bottom of the stairs.

The green duck quickly turned around as he heard a door hinge creak. A strip of yellow light flooded the hallway as the Beaver stepped out of his room. "Hello friend." He said when he saw Bean standing on the stairs. "Is everything alright?" He asked in his velvety smooth voice. "I thought I heard some rather nasty language."

Bean shook his head and motioned to the bottom of the stairs. "My friend Nack didn't see the stairs and fell." He explained.

The Beaver nodded understandingly. "Ah, yes. A common occurrence the darkness of night."

Bean quickly agreed. The Beaver tilted his head, "May I inquire as to why you two are out in the hallways this late?" He asked in that smooth voice of his.

Bean, not knowing exactly what the Beaver had said, explained his predicament. When he had finished, the Beaver shook his head in disbelief. "Zombie chickens? My, my, that is something."

"Could you help us? Please?" Bean begged.

The Beaver smiled, showing off his rather large front teeth, "Certainly friend. May I suggest waking up Natalie and Eliah. Perhaps they will help also."

Bean nodded and stepped down onto the next step. "Shut up and get down here would you!" Nack snapped impatiently from the bottom of the stairs. "I think the chickens broke into the other hallway." He added.

The Beaver detected the worry in the weasel's voice. "You're not worried are you friend?" He asked.

"Me? No!" Nack argued. The Beaver's smile widened as he started down the stairs with Bean close behind him. When the two reached the lobby, the could hear the unmistakable sound that was the angry clucking of zombified chickens.

"It sounds like they've reached the kitchen." The Beaver observed, still not entirely believing the whole thing. The next sound Bean, Nack, and the Beaver heard was also unmistakable. It was the sound of a coyote. A very pissed coyote.

Bean drew out his weapon (which happened to be a fork) and raced across the lobby shouting incomprehensible words. Nack yanked his gun from his belt and ran after Bean. The Beaver shrugged and followed them, walking instead of running.

As Bean and Nack rounded the hallway and crashed through the kitchen doors, they were greeted with a gruesome scene. A scene so gruesome, that it cannot be comprehended by anyone but Bean. "No!" The green duck cried as he kneeled down besides an overturned bowl. "Not the pancakes!"

Nack grabbed Bean by the back of his bandanna and pulled him to his feet. "Would you stop it! Those probably weren't even pancakes!" Nack shouted.

"Yes they were." Bean argued.

"How the hell can you tell?" Nack asked.

Bean defensively crossed his arms. "I just can."

"Oh yeah well-"

"Would you two shut the hell up already and help me!" Eliah shouted from atop the stove (it was off) as she whacked a zombie chicken over the head with a frying pan. "Damn rats!" She hollered as she sent another chicken flying into the wall.

"Uh...Eliah..." Bean said as he stabbed a chicken with his fork. "They aren't rats..."

"What do you mean they ain't rats!" The purple coyote demanded.

"Well...um...they're zombie chickens..." The green duck explained as a chicken snapped his fork clean in half (it was plastic).

"Zombie chickens!" Eliah screeched as she whacked the brains out of another zombie chicken. "You did this didn't you?" She snapped, rounding on Nack.

The sleazy weasel glared at her from his perch on top of the fridge. "What do you think I am? An idiot?"

Eliah opened up mouth to speak, but Nack held up a hand to interrupt her. "That's a rhetorical question. Don't answer that... It's all Bean's fault!" Nack blurted.

"I should've known... This a new level of stupid for you Bean!" She hollered.

"It was an accident!" Bean cried as he pulled a spatula out of his red bandanna. He smacked a zombie in the side of the head as he climbed up next to Eliah. "What do we do?" He asked, glancing nervously around the kitchen.

"We are so screwed..." Eliah muttered as she took out yet another chicken with her deadly frying pan.

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Meanwhile...

Bark, who had been outnumbered by the zombie chickens, now found himself carried down the spiraling staircase of some underground passage. The only reason he knew that he was underground was because of the rather tree root that had poked him eye earlier. He could see the outlines of many more tree roots in the dim, eerie light of the passage. He sighed and glanced down at the chicken that was carrying him. He had never really taken a good look at those things before, but as soon as he did look, he wished he had not.

The chicken's rotting, grey flesh was hanging in folds, covered only by several dropping feathers. Here and there, were several long ugly scars that Bark assumed was from being chopped up into little pieces. Curious as to what they tasted like, the polar bit down into the wing of his oppressor. The chicken clucked loudly and released his hold on Bark. The polar bear fell onto the ground and spat out a feather. He gagged. Those chickens taste like my old shoes. Speaking of which, where is my left shoe?

However, Bark had no time to find his shoe as the chickens were regrouping around him. "Crap..." He muttered. There was only thing to do... fight his way through the chickens.

A zombie chicken grabbed Bark's arm. The polar bear twisted around and clamped his teeth into the chicken's wing. He tugged on the feathery appendage, and it tore clean off. Bark distastefully spat out the chicken wing and grabbed two chickens closest two him. He used them like a pair of deadly weapons, flailing his way through the masses of chicken zombies. It was like the Red Sea parting before Moses. Chickens dove to the left and right as Bark fought his way through them. Finally, it seemed as though he had reached the end of the chicken horde. Only one brave and incredibly stupid chicken zombie stood between him and escape.

Bark dropped his zombie flails and faced the chicken. Before the chicken could try anything, Bark grabbed his scrawny chicken legs and began spinning him above his head. With a grunt, he released the chicken and watched it soar over the heads of the other chicken zombies. Temporarily distracted by their flying comrade, the zombie chickens did not notice Bark's mad dash for freedom. But as the polar bear neared the exit, the chickens finally noticed his disappearance. The self-promoted leader pointed up the passage and clucked angrily. It was a cluck that could only mean one thing... "Get him".

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