Back again.

I need to either post a chapter for a real story, or make these longer.

If you catch the obscure reference in this chapter I'll give you an imaginary cookie.

Chapter 3: The Deadly Swirly Tornado of DEATH

It was deadly.

It was swirly.

It was a tornado that viciously ripped apart anything in its path.

If the tornado had a mouth and vocal chords, it would probably cackle.

Everyone on the farm had the sense to already be underground by now, and they probably locked the entrance to whatever concrete bunker they were in. They forgot Colette, who was enjoying the view.

The deadly swirly tornado of DEATH was nearing the farmhouse with every passing second.

"Oooh! Look Noishe!" said Colette, as deadly debris started to fly around her. "Look at the pretty cloud!"

Noishe grabbed her sleeve in his teeth and started pulling her toward the farmhouse. She followed him like a sheep. They hid in Colette' bedroom. Colette sat on the bed, singing 'Somewhere Over the Raine-bow' while Noishe tried to squeeze under the bed.

Then the wooden frame for the window shattered, wood planks flying into the house... and one of them conveniently hit Colette on the head.

"Hehehe... pretty lights..."

She collapsed.

When she woke up, the house was rocking back and forth. Noishe was curled up in one corner, after discovering he couldn't fit under the bed, looking a little greener than usual for some strange reason. Colette stood up and walked to the broken window and looked outside, at the inside of the tornado. Their house had been lifted up off the ground, and had become a hacky sack for a deadly swirly tornado of DEATH.

"Look Noishe!" Colette pointed out the window. "There's a cow! And a piece of wood! And a kitty! And a teacup! And my homework! ...So that's where it went... Wow, it's really windy out there!"

Noishe rolled his eyes. Then Colette gasped, "Oh noes!" she cried. "It's Miss FujiApple!"

The lady was, in fact, apparently floating outside the detached house, still peddling her bike, despite the utter lack of anything for the bike to peddle on. Then, as Colette, watched, she morphed into a scantly-clad non-green and well-endowed witch on her well-trimmed broomstick. She would have had the entire male population of the planet drooling madly, were it not for the obligatory witch wart on her nose. Can't have an evil witch without a wart. The evil witch Sheena cackled (also a necessity for evil witches) before flying off.

"...That was weird," Colette said, her face scrunched up in concentration. "Where did that witch come from? Where did Miss FunYoshi go?"

Noishe covered his face with his paws, trying to bury the shame.

The house spun around in the tornado for a really long time ("It's like a carousel! WHEE!" proclaimed Colette, while Noishe tried not to be sick in a corner.) until finally with a loud bang and what felt like an earthquake (and what could have been a faint "Ow."), the house finally landed... somewhere. As the house lacked GPS, they could've been anywhere.

"We've landed!" proclaimed Miss Obvious. "I wonder where we are? Do you think we've made it to Mars? Do you think we'll get to meet little green men? Do you think we'll get to meet Marvin? Do you think we'll get to meet British cops from the 70's? Is there life on Maaaars?"

Noishe, ignoring Colette's singing, looked out one of the broken windows, trying to see if it was safe to leave the wreak of a building that would probably tip over if they breathed the wrong way.

"Let's go outside!"

Colette ran to the door, and before Noishe could stop her, she skipped outside. She stared in wide-eyed amazement at the things she found outside. There were houses that were shorter even that her! There were really weird plants growing everywhere! And the sky was purple! Noishe tentatively walked up next to her.

"Noishe..." Colette started, her eyes wide. "I don't think we're in Iselia anymore."