Hey, I'm sorry for being a huge jerk and abandoning you guys over the summer, but I assure you this story will be completed. I can only say that the absence was due to a summer job, getting sucked into reading Batman fan fiction, and my old friend, procrastination. But before I start this chapter, I want to thank all those who have reviewed and favorite/followed my story (especially Bieberluv and RainbowRose17). As always, I do not own Larryboy or Veggie tales (otherwise that one Netflix series wouldn't exist).

Chapter 4: Reveal your secrets!

"This is it Lampy," thought Alvin before falling asleep, "tomorrow we get some answers."

Alvin had spent most of the night pondering over what he had witnessed. His mind kept coming up with numerous

theories, each one more ridiculous than the last. One in particular (almost) made him fearful. The day had started with

him waking up to a shower running, and he suddenly remembered one of his unanswered questions: how could an

abandoned apartment have heat and running water? Deciding to wait till later, Alvin wasn't surprised to find Alysha

staring at him. She hadn't slept on him like the previous night, so he figured she was probably still mad at him for

scaring her.

"Just as strange as her owner," Alvin thought as he went to lie back down. He hadn't realized he had fallen asleep,

until he felt something walk on top of him. Opening his eyes, he was met with a familiar set of gold ones just one inch

from his face.

Alvin would be forever grateful that Mira had already gone, for he suddenly gave an undignified scream before

tumbling off the couch.

"What was that for?!" shouted Alvin in anger and humiliation, "Don't you creatures have any concept of personal

space?"

Surprisingly, Alysha didn't seemed fazed about being knocked off Alvin during his fall, and just meowed and

resumed her staring. Dusting himself off, Alvin got to his feet and tried to regain some of his dignity as he stared down

at the cat.

"Look…Alysha," began Alvin slowly, "if I'm going to be staying here any longer I want to make this clear: I don't

like to be touched. Got it?" Since Alysha did nothing but stare back, Alvin sighed and went to lie down again, though this

time on his stomach. He had barely closed his eyes however, when Alysha suddenly leaped onto his back. Stiffening, he

was about to shout, when something odd happened. The cat started kneading her paws up, down, and around his back;

all while purring loudly. Suddenly, Alvin forgot about shouting and actually found himself enjoying the strange sensation.

"I guess you're ok," said Alvin quietly as Alysha stopped her kneading to take a nap, "but your rhubarb girl on the

other hand worries me," he finished as he reached down to grab the brain effects book. He would get his answers one

way or another, and he would use every awful trick to accomplish it.

It was at seven o'clock that Mira returned home that day. Alvin had been listening to some catchy dance tunes on

the pink Vpod, when he noticed Alysha perk up. Turning off the music, Alvin saw the door open, with Mira back in her

brown coat. But what was different about her was the sight of three large sacks, and an excited grin splitting her

features.

"You're not going to believe my luck!" said Mira as she hopped over to the kitchen, "I was paid to do a group shot

of some school kids visiting the park, and not just a few school kids, but a class of twenty-six! I made enough money to

buy food and candy!" Sticking her sleeves into the sacks, Mira added quietly, "I can finally make a home-cooked meal."

Alvin was surprised by how happy the rhubarb was; he could literally feel it in the air around her. But as he

listened to her talk, he began to feel a tugging from inside himself, and almost took back his earlier resolution. Watching

her bring out supplies for pasta made it even worse, especially when his stomach growled. If he were to do this, he

probably wouldn't get any of that food; but she was hiding something and he couldn't let that slide.

Oblivious to her guest's thoughts, Mira had started speaking again. "I didn't know which candies you liked so I got

whatever looked good," she explained while opening a cupboard to bring out cheap-looking, ceramic plates. Watching

her carefully, Alvin put his plan into action. There was Mira-happily hopping towards the tiny wooden table in the living

room-when a foot suddenly appeared. Surprised, the girl fell forward with her plates flying into a wall, before being

grabbed from behind.

Roughly latching on to the girl's sleeve, Alvin was about to pull her up, when something made him freeze.

Underneath the brown coat, was a pair of legs. From what he could see they were thinner than his and were a pinkish-

red color. Shifting his gaze to the sleeve he had grabbed, he felt something equally thin underneath. He got no protest

from Mira during all this, because her own face showed a look of growing fear, and her cap appeared to be shaking.

Slowly lifting the girl's sleeve, Alvin took a breath before sliding it down.

Gasping in pure shock, Alvin stared at the exposed arm; the same shade as her legs, though it only extended a

little past her elbows. Aside from that it looked just like his own! At this point, Mira's face twisted into a look of anger,

and she kicked Alvin in the shins; forcing him to release her arm.

"You, you jerk!" Mira screamed, clutching her arm to her chest as if he had burned it, "how could you do this to

me?!" And not waiting for a response, she ran, not hopped to her door; unlocking and slamming it shut.

Now safe within her room, Mira leaned slightly against the door as her she started to hyperventilate. "This isn't

happening! This isn't happening!" she kept thinking over and over as she slid down to the floor. Wrapping her arms

around her legs, the rhubarb continued to panic.

"How did he know? How could he do that?" she thought, "Why would he do that after I helped him? Is this what I

get for saving a villain?" After a while, a sudden thought made her calm down.

"Well, at least he didn't find out about this," she said aloud as one of her hands reached behind to undo the pin

holding her cap.

Meanwhile, Awful Alvin was doing something that no one in Bumblyburg had ever really seen before. He was

walking around the living room; wide-eyed with his arms wrapped around himself mumbling, "It's impossible! It's

impossible!" Finally forcing himself to sit down, Alvin rubbed his hands over his face as he tried to suppress a hidden

memory.

"It can't be possible Lampy," he said worriedly, "They-we made sure this would never happen again. That should

have been destroyed years ago!" Slowly reaching out his arms, Alvin drew Lampy closer as a new thought struck him.

Mira's cap! He had failed to knock it off when he tripped her. He had again witnessed the way it moved slightly whenever

the girl was nervous, and realized that he wasn't done with finding out her secrets.

"Don't worry Lampy," assured Alvin as he held the appliance close like a doll, "hopefully this next secret won't be

too shocking." Deciding that Mira wouldn't be coming out any time soon, Alvin waited; already deciding on his next

course of action.

Phew! I know I'm writing this at such a late hour, but I felt like I owed you guys after all these months. Anyway, I'm glad to finally get this chapter out, and that we're getting into the good parts. I just hope everyone is doing well, and I will look forward to your thoughts. Good morning!