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Ch: 9
A Melodious Rhyme by a Saddened Jailbird

It was mayhem, and she was the only one who realized it. Everyone was falling for the act so easily, of course, they benefited. That's the only reason trust was put into the small blond. Benefit. No regard to the lack of justice. None exercised towards the wrong actions of Nissa/Brooke. Cindy was tearing up her mind, 'Should I call her Brooke? Or Nissa?' It was so weird calling Nissa, Brooke. And she didn't want to give Nissa what she wanted, which was being called Brooke. But, she didn't want to call her Nissa because it would sound like she was being personal, like a best friend or something. So, she quit thinking, and just referred to her as Tyrant. Way easier. Less stress. And, no respect given... unless Nissa/Brooke considered that respect. Here we go again, what to call her...

Unexpectedly, the girl came strutting in with temporary mute Betty and tired Beautiful Gorgeous, giving her family a tour of the transformed town, beginning with the castle. "Cindy, I must be off, making the world a prettier place, so, if you wouldn't mind, would you please show my mother and sister around? It'd mean so much to me." Aw, she was being so polite. And it would mean a lot to Brooke, but, that gave Cindy every reason why not to be the tour guide. Seeing the look on the representative's face, Brooke coaxed, "Listen, I'll double your pay, give you anything you want! Just show my family around! If you want, I can find someone else to replace you, and you can go in jail with my horrible Granddad, and lame Wheezer and Neutron." Cindy felt shock, since when did Neutron get caught? "When I say 'lame'," Brooke continued. "I mean, seriously. He came running at me, like I was defenseless, you'd think he'd be brighter." Ah. She now understood. Well, partially. Cindy comprehended the fact that Jimmy wanted to be in jail for a reason, but, that reason was unknown.

"Remember," Brooke just would not stop talking. 'She must like to hear herself talk,' Cindy considered. "I'll have you replaced."

After a moment, Cindy spoke, "All right. I'll show them around. But, please, don't give me away my position, I'm greatly honored just to be in your presence." At that, the girl bowed down to Brooke, almost gagging that she did it. Caught up in her glory and pride, Brooke just thought the people were finally giving in, and not plotting against her. She didn't even think about rebellion. Giving everyone anything they wanted seemed like a nice compromise. 'I'll give you anything you want, if you give me the world.' Yea, that sounds great (sarcasm).

The plan... well, none yet for Cindy, but, she couldn't just hand over her job, her high ranking job, just because of a tiny bit of resentment for both of the girls she was about to show around. Ha! Tiny bit? How 'bout deep bitter hatred... yea, that sounds much better. And, with her occupation, she could do something. 'What?' was the question that flooded her mind until it hurt.

Professor Calamitous and Jimmy were clawing at their own ears, crying in pain. The source of such suffering: Carl singing the jail song which was peculiarly similar to his spy song.

"We're in jail... we can't bail... so I wail... I have no tail..." And utter nonsense continued coming forth from Carl.

"I can't take it anymore!" Professor Calamitous screamed.

Jimmy attempted to shout louder than Carl, so his friend could hear him, "Carl. Carl! CARL!

"... and I fail... as I sail... to mail... my friend Gale..."

"CARL!"

"... in a rail... the cookie's stale... and I'm pale... Jimmy's mom's frail... I broke my nail...!"

"CARL!" Jimmy now risked his eardrums' safety by running to Carl and shaking him crazily. "STOP!"

Carl had an offended look, "What? You don't like my jail song?"

"It has nothing to do with jail! And I can't think when you're singing!" Jimmy kept shouting.

"You don't have to yell, I'm right here, Jimmy," Carl pushed Jimmy away slightly. Irritation. Annoyance. Both of those words best described Jimmy's feelings right now. Sometimes, he wished they thought the same as him, understood the same as him, and weren't as naive as they are now.

"And here is the three story restaurant, five stars," Cindy pointed to a large building mundanely. It became a boring routine after the first ten buildings. Betty was smiling, almost victoriously. "You're enjoying this, me showing you around, pretty much doing as you say, aren't you?"

Betty nodded, as she examined the jewelry she got free from a store. Being related to Brooke had it's advantages. Everything is FREE!

Rolling her eyes, Cindy continued touring the city in a bored manner. When they finished, the next destination was the castle. "This is your room, Sweaty, and this is your room, Ugly Hideous," she said, uttering the nicknames silently under her breath.

When the two evil and wicked girls were in their rooms, Cindy returned to hers as well. Passing along Libby's designer room, she was startled to see Tanya and Libby in there, which was astonishing in itself, them not cooperating so well lately, but, she also saw Sheen. That was an unexpected curve ball. Shock hit her like a football thrown at an incredulous speed.

"What're you doing here, Sheen?" Cindy queried, baffled.

Sheen sighed before repeating himself once more, "I'm here to help save everyone from evil Nissa!" He smiled heroically.

"Finally, someone who's not afraid to admit that this is pure chaos!" Cindy relievedly exclaimed.

"What's wrong with everyone here?" Tanya wondered in a loud tone. "Brooke is not evil! She's just trying to do some good! ...I'm reporting this!" Then, Tanya stormed off, looking for someone else who agreed with her to remove those three and place them under some sort of arrest.

"Hey, Libbs!" Cindy finally greeted her friend as they began their exit of Nissa's castle before someone came after them.

Libby waved, and returned the kindness, "Hey girl, how've ya been? How hard was it showing Beautiful Gorgeous and Betty around? Have you represented yet?..."

After a couple seconds of soaking in the inquiries, Cindy replied, "I've been good; it was rough; and no... How 'bout you? How've you been? What was it like working with Miss Snotty Tanya? Have ya advised? And... where are we going?"

"I'm good; definitely; sorta, yea; and, good question," at that moment the two stopped, realizing two things: 1) They had no idea where they were headed and 2) They lost Sheen. Typical.

Let's see where he went to. Oh no. He found peanuts... "And there's another one... and another one... hey! This one's purple! Oh, no, false alarm, it was just the lighting..." He kept muttering to himself as he followed the trail of peanuts, gathering them of course. The trail led him outside and into another building... the prison of course. The guy who had been eating the peanuts was summoned to go give food to the three people in jail. Anyway, Sheen kept following the peanuts, bent over, face parallel with the ground. He stopped when he ran into something... well, actually it's someone. "Oh, hey dude. If you don't mind, I'd like to keep following the trail of peanuts and..." Sheen began.

"...and shale... fell on my tale... of a brave snail..."

"Ah! Bad memories! Bad THOUGHTS!" Sheen held his head, swaying back and forth. Before he knew it, Sheen was nearing the horrific noise and being thrown into the same area. He opened his eyes to see his friend Carl belting out a song with a mouthful of porridge in his mouth. Jimmy and Professor Calamitous had given up all attempts to stop him, so they just sat there with ear plugs in their ears, of which they were kindly given.

Sheen just ran up and tackled Carl to the ground, porridge flying everywhere. Sheen picked up the bowl with the food was contained in and placed it over the other's mouth rather violently, as he demanded, "Shut up!" And that ended the melodious rhyme by a saddened jailbird.

"Now, Jimmy... how in the world are we getting out of here?!?" Sheen half shouted half questioned, eye twitching and all.

Jimmy simply lifted his hand, though, that wasn't enough to make it click with Sheen. After a confused silence, Jimmy explained, "My watch, I can call Goddard..."

"Oh yea! Why didn't I think of that?" Sheen said leaning against the wall comfortably now that he knows that there is a way out.

Back to the two young beauties who are running through the castle looking for escape and Sheen. "If we don't end up in jail, or work hard, or something, what would we do to stop Nissa?"

"Please, call her Crazy," Cindy pleaded, happy that she finally found a suitable nickname. But, she answered the question, "I am not quite sure yet. But, there must be some way we can fix this. If none of that would work, those in opposition to Crazy would probably have to move to another planet." Libby froze for a moment. "I'm just joking. We'll find a way, no doubt. Plus, that is Neutron's invention she's using to conquer the world, he must have some idea of stopping it!"

They continued running aimlessly until they came to a dead end, a big glass window, tinted, you guessed it. Navy, black, and teal. But, of course, as they come to the end, they hear the footsteps of running guards who were sure to see them any second. "There they are!" Any second would be just then. What to do, what to do... hm... jump through the window and practically kill yourself, or get caught by guards and not die...

Me: Hi, it's me, Your Imaginary Alien Friend, giving you another chapter to the weird storyline! Hope you liked it! If you have any comments please review! Please, new readers, review! People who have been reading but haven't been reviewing, review! And those reviewing, continue to review! If you wouldn't mind anyway. But, if you do review, please no cussing or indication of cussing, and flames are accepted, thank you.

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