Review Thanks: Thank you acosta perez jose ramiro for reviewing and complimenting on the descriptions and dialogues. And, uh, Princess of the High Lands, thank you? I think. Uh, I like cookies, too? I don't know what I'm saying here... on with the story! mrmuscle thank you for letting me know it was a good chapter. And thank you very much trixy14 for reviewing, a very long review. It's nice to know that despite the fact that I sometimes forget to update after being so busy, people still read the stories! So, thank ya! And thanks for letting it be so long, I enjoy reading longer reviews.

Ch: 5
Completion

It seemed like weeks that the three heroic boys had been walking across Texas. Actually, it had been about twelve hours that they'd been hiking to their hometown. Of course, they could get there quicker if there weren't as many frequent stops for Carl to take a nap and rest. Each time, Sheen would give him a hard time, scolding, "Oh, come on, Carl! You just took a nap forty-five minutes ago! You do not need another one for at least seventy hours or something!" Then, Sheen'd kick Carl and cross his arms and sit down. Jimmy, too, wasn't enthusiastic, not that he was at all before. Used to this unpleasant schedule, Jimmy would sit down after forty-five minutes of slow walking. Slow that way Carl wouldn't overdo himself and have to rest earlier.

"Can't we just make a stretcher or something and put Carl on it!" Sheen suggested desperately.

"No Sheen! How many times must I say no!" Jimmy furiously yelled.

"Fine!" Sheen went back to sitting on the ground with folded arms.

Thus, the twelve hours of 'walking' actually mainly consisted of napping, which took about an hour each time. So, you can just imagine how irritated and aggravated the other two must be. Carl in defense: "If I work too hard I have to take a break!" Jimmy's reaction: Rolling of eyes. Sheen's reaction: Screaming, "You are so..." Sheen looking around for a word to describe Carl without getting hit in the back of the head by Jimmy for saying something unkind. "...something!" Was how Sheen ended it.

Let's leave the chaotic situation of the three boys and arrive at another chaotic situation. Yes, we are once again back at the construction of Retroville! Apparently, it's the next day since we're back to the construction and building and... DESTRUCTION OF TREES! ((sniff)) Save the whales! (I'm crazy.) Anyway, Brooke was back on her favorite piece of filthy tar, rearranging wood, concrete, and that itchy pink stuff that's in attics... I forget what it's called...

Unfortunately, Little Miss Almost-Ruler-of-the-World-in-Her-Dreams is a little tired after sleeping in and then eating until she couldn't eat anymore, which resulted in more weariness. Brooke (I will never get used to calling her that... and that was my choice to name her something different!) glanced up at the golden sun that rest upon the tall evil looking buildings in the east. After a couple seconds, she looked up, after her eyes stung from the light. She realized after staring upward at the cloudless sky, that Retroville needed to be more eerie! She'd put that on her list of things to do after getting more clothes and breaking her family out of jail.

Speaking of family in jail, I haven't discussed their situation recently. Here's the picture: Betty standing with clenched fists in the middle of the cell looking from one corner to another where her granddad and mother sit staring at the wall.

"If I hear one more word from either of you, it's pain!" She screeched.

Professor Calamitous wailed closing his ears, "Make that incessant noise stop! I can't handle her scolding! It's so loud and piercing!"

"Now...you know, what it's like!" Betty said once more in a loud tone as her voice echoes throughout the entire jail.

A random prisoner yelled, "Hey, lady! Keep it down over there!"

"Make me!" Was Betty's reply shaking her fist through the bars. Yep, I must say it's going quite well over there. Well, at least the bickering between dad and daughter ceased.

Okay, sorry, just wanted to give a little info on what's going on over in the California jail that held the three. Now back to Brooke... again. We're going to skip a little through the day that way we can get through all the boring stuff.

"My work is complete!" Ni...Brooke, exclaimed with the craziest smile you'd ever see, but fortunately no hideous laugh that involved snorting. No pollution (thankfully), just teal, navy and black buildings surrounding her, each initialized with QB... I guess that stood for Queen Brooke.

She went into her castle, which had a couple new things to fill the space. She entered a big room with a camera and wires and too much for me to comprehend... it looks like a news set. She flipped the camera on and sat in a chair that was before it. "Good afternoon, citizens of Retroville," Brooke began sweetly as ever. "The change in your humble city is now transformed... which some of you may have noticed because I may have taken some roofs to expand some other buildings. But, I must assure you, it is lovely! Take a look outside, I believe you'll be satisfied. One more thing, I am holding a town meeting at the new and improved town hall at six, be there! Or I'll make you... Have a nice day!" She then walked over to the camera and switched it off and wired it and other stuff so that the recording would play continuously over and over throughout every channel in Retroville! Torture! Poor people of Retroville, I mean, she is cute and all, but, seeing a face each and every minute the television is on can get quite... mundane.

Over away from Brooke and in the home of Vortex's and temporary roommates, the Fulfax's (that's how ya spell it... right?). Libby sits in Cindy's room looking out the window, very bored. She'd seen the change a couple hours ago and now her shock has drained from her. Now, it's all just dull. But, something caught her auburn eye as she stared exhaustingly out the window. She viewed people out in the streets walking aimlessly throughout the new Retroville which had some new streets here and there and some new buildings and some that aren't there anymore. The young girl tilted her head to the side, baffled.

"Cindy!" She exclaimed, waiting for her blonde friend to come up the stairs and into the room. When Cindy entered, Libby announced, "People are outside, girl. I thought Nissa... and don't correct me, I am not calling her Brooke... I thought we were to stay inside at all times."

"Hm," was the reply Cindy gave. She then turned on her television to see if there was any change. Sure enough, they caught just the end of it where Brooke said for everyone to meet at the new town hall at six. They left the TV on to see what was the beginning, then immediately turned it off.

"Should we go?" Libby questioned.

"Well, yes, I will. Because I don't like being dragged to places against my will. Sure, we're still being forced, but, I'd rather go then being dragged, pulled, thrown, whatever Nissa can do to town hall," Cindy stated her opinion.

"Point taken," Libby replied as she and Cindy went downstairs to alert the moms to turn on the television.

Picture this: Empty city street of Retroville, late at night. Moon high. Stars shine with pride. Wind blows a paper across the avenue. What's this? Three silhouettes walk down the middle of the street, slowly, but, they're coming. Of course, the three being, Carl, Sheen, and Jimmy. Fortunately it's dark, so they can't see the changes... well, they can't see them clearly anyway. "Everything's so tall!" Sheen shouted as the sound bounced off the buildings. "Hey, guys!" He shouted again. "Echo!" Sheen once more screeched. Right when he was about to scream something else, Jimmy sternly advised, "Don't shout again, or else." He was pretty irritable after the long journey with the very close to unbearable two friends of his.

"Well, sooooorry!" Sheen sarcastically retorted.

Once Jimmy glanced at the street sign and recognized it, being his street, he looked around in a confused manner. "Where's my house?" He queried half to himself, half to the other two.

"Well, the address is... uh..." Carl went off into thought.

"3210," Jimmy filled in, surprised that Carl forgot, it being a very simple number to memorize.

"Hey, isn't that it there!" Sheen started hopping up and down pointing to another evil looking house with the same colors of black, navy, and teal. Of course, they couldn't tell that it was colored differently. It was just somehow different. Like, I don't know, maybe the fact that half of their house was there. Seriously, it looked like a shed. It wasn't like there was a big hole on the side, Brooke made sure to put walls on the open areas of which she tore the wood, concrete, etc. off.

"That can't be!" Jimmy exclaimed walking up to it. He looked into the house, but, it was empty. The door was unlocked, so they entered. It was their house all right... well, half of it.

Me: Uh... hi. I AM SO SORRY THIS IS TAKING A WHILE! I am so busy... which is better than bored... that I barely get to the computer. Sorry. Well, there it is! Hope it went okay. As I've brought out before, me, being the author, can't tell whether it was good or not, so I need some input! So, please review! If you pleasantly do so, please no cussing or indication of cussing. Flames are accepted, because they're just another piece of advice, so go ahead and burn this story down! (I'd prefer you wouldn't, but, you can if you really feel you need to do so.) So, uh, yea. Thank you!