"All of those New York hot dog stands have gone to waste!" Clay moaned, seeing the wreckage of the Hot Diggitty Dog hot dog store pass under the plane he was flying in. His stomach rumbled for the seventeenth time in an hour.

"You've been moaning about food since we left New York City! If I can't get some earplugs in Jersey City, I'm going to set someone's tail on fire!" groaned Ex-Queen Scarlet from the row behind Clay.

"How'd you get here?" Peril gasped (don't worry, the plane was fireproof).

"To star in this story, of course." Scarlet snapped. The dragons sitting around her stared at her in confusion.

"You don't know Mapleshade1018? Do you even know why you're here?" grumbled Scarlet.

"Why are we here? How do we even know what America is?" asked Clay. Tsunami shrugged.

…

Tinystalker desperately flailed in the spellproof jar he was being held in. Jerboa laughed menacingly. Jerboa reminded Tinystalker of someone, but he couldn't remember who.

"I am going to get out of here. And when I do, you'll be sorry." Tinystalker growled.

"And how will you make me sorry? Any weapon or harmful animus magic of any sort disappears when it gets too close to me." Jerboa laughed. Tinystalker realized who she reminded him of.

"Why do you look so much like Arctic?" wondered Tinystalker.

"Oh, I think I look more like Albatross. We both found our freedom, you know. I used to work for Queen Scorpion. I was used night and day. One day, I realized my life wasn't mine and so I left. After some meditation I came back and killed Scorpion, and then I came here, the lost continent. Oh, Albatross... You know, he was pretty handsome when he was alive. So was Arctic." Jerboa declared.

"You dare call my treacherous, evil father handsome?" Tinystalker roared.

"Yeah! He was just my type! And so was Albatross! And so are you!" Jerboa said.

"Let me guess, you think Fathom was, too? And Turtle?" Tinystalker snarled.

"Of course not! I only like crazy evil animus dragons!" snickered Jerboa.

"HEY! I'M NOT EVIL! OR CRAZY!" screeched Tinystalker.

"Yeah right. We'll see about that." Jerboa giggled as she took out her phone, tapped on the SoulReader app, and pointed the camera at Tinystalker. The circle in the middle of the screen turned white and the words 100% Evil appeared. "You see, we are meant to be! You can do so much better than Anemone or Mindreader or Moonwatcher!"

"Who's Anemone?" Tinystalker growled. "And how do you know Moon likes me?"

"You like Moon, not the other way around. But I wonder how much she'd like you if I told her what happened to Turtle!"

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh yes I will!"

…

Meanwhile, in Jersey City, Moon and her friends were conducting a search for Turtle. They asked around to see if anyone had seen him, but nobody had. They tried to text Turtle, but he didn't text back. Just as she was about to take a break, Moon's phone buzzed. She had gotten a text from someone called Jerboa. It said: I know where Turtle is!

Moon texted her back: Where?

You'll have to make me say it! Replied Jerboa

How? Moon texted.

"In a game of truth or dare, of course!" yelled Jerboa, landing with Tinystalker clenched in her talons.

"O-okay. Jerboa, truth or dare?" stammered Moon.

"Dare." she replied.

"Rescue Turtle!" Moon cried. Tinystalker's eyes widened in horror.

"NOOOOOOO!" he cried. "I foresee that if you do that you will be violently decapitated!"

"Oh, you would say that, seeing as Turtle was imprisoned by D-," Jerboa began, but was cut off as Mindreader and all of Tinystalker's subjects whacked her with pillows, rubber chickens, and sock puppets (because they didn't count as weapons). Soon, Jerboa was unconscious, and Darkstalker had restored himself to his full size.

"Deathbringer, bring me all the dragons whose names start with D." Queen Glory ordered. Within minutes a long line of dragons had formed.

"Okay. Dazzlin-," Glory began.

"Dare! Dare! I choose dare!" the RainWing yelled, her scales turning bright pink.

"Um…your dare is to tell me if you know where Turtle is."

"Who is Turtle?"

"Next!" Glory sighed.

"Hey! Why isn't Darkstalker in line?" cried Kinkajou.

"Because he didn't do it and is awesome and amazing and brilliant and is definitely not enchanting me to say this." Moon replied.

"You can't argue with that." Jambu added. Kinkajou rolled her eyes.

"The last time I saw Darkstalker he imprisoned Turtle! I have proof! I took seven selfies and a video!" Kinkajou yelled, pulling out her phone and entering the camera roll.

"This one is of me posing with Turtle while Darkstalker is breathing fire at him, this one is me posing with Anemone while she holds up the stick of magical awesomeness, and this one is me posing with Turtle while he gets imprisoned and loses his animus powers! It was really fun." Kinkajou continued. "Would you like to see the video?"

"NEVER, YOU LIAR!" screamed Mindreader. She grabbed a rock and smashed Kinkajou's phone. Kinkajou turned dark red and lunged at her. The two had an epic fight that I cannot include here or else the rating will change drastically, but a completely nonbiased account of it is shown in a website called www. KinkajoupwnsMindreader .com.

"Truth or dare, Darkstalker?" asked Dazzling, batting her eyes flirtingly.

"T-truth." Darkstalker stammered nervously, as all of the dragons but Dazzling glared at him.

"On a scale of one to ten, how attractive am I?" giggled Dazzling.

"NEGATIVE TWENTY! THREE MOONS, WHY DO RANDOM DRAGONS KEEP FALLING IN LOVE WITH ME?" Darkstalker screamed. "ENCHANT THE GROUND SO THAT WHENEVER A DRAGON THAT HAS FEELINGS FOR ME COMES INTO CONTACT WITH IT THAT DRAGON WILL DO THE CHICKEN DANCE!" Too many dragons to count started doing the chicken dance. Darkstalker took out a pen and started to write down the names of the dancing dragons.

"Jerboa, Dazzling, Mindreader…Scarlet?!" Darkstalker muttered, writing rapidly, before cocking his head in confusion at a rainbow RainWing with SeaWing glow-in-the-dark stripes, a SandWing tail barb, IceWing serrated talons, NightWing silver scales on her wings, the wings of a SkyWing, and a MudWing amber underbelly.

"I'm Too Beautiful For Dragon Eyes To Bear, but you can call me Mary-Sue. I'm an all-breed hybrid." Mary-Sue explained, while doing the chicken dance. "The dragons next to me are CoupleWings: Darksight, Qibliwatcher, Thoughtout, Glorybringer, and Tsutide. Those creepy dragons behind you are ScaryWings: Deatheater, Destructiveoblivion, Hopeshredder, and Darkstalkerandmoonwatchergoingout.

"WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO?!" shrieked Darkstalker, flying away.

"Wait! Come back! We still need to question you about Turtle!" Kinkajou cried.

"We'll have to follow him. It looks like he's heading towards OldWesternVille in Colorado!" declared Tsunami. The other dragons nodded in approval.

"Winter, truth or dare?" Dazzling asked, still doing the chicken dance. Everyone else groaned.

Clay's stomach rumbled.

Well, how'd you like that? Will Darkstalker be found and brought to justice? Will Clay ever have a hot dog? Will Darkstalker's lovers ever stop doing the chicken dance? Why does Dazzling bat her eyes even though she has no eyelashes? All those questions and more will be answered…soon! AKA when I get around to it.