"ChampionCynthia450…"

Stick aaron in a room filled with balloons

Take Bertha's Teletubies (We all know she has them)(figures, plushies, pillow cases ect.)

Push Karen into a mud hole (with a few grumpig and spoinks)

Take Sidney's cell phone for a week (I know he's addicted to that thing)

"Jarkes…"

Take all of Flint's rare and/or retired Transformers toys (I KNOW he has them) and sell them on E-bay. But leave more current toys (such as those from Beast Wars, Animated, or Universe) alone.

"Vampire Koneko…"

Push Aaron in the pool. In the deep end, of course.
Make Lucian Cry.

All of the Champions were in the Meeting Room for the first time in quite a while. Everyone was staring at the screen, smiling vaguely. They were all, obviously, reflecting on what had happened in the last two months.

"It's going to end in a week or two…" Steven said softly.

"We've got to make it last, then…" Lance mumbled in response.

Cynthia had noticed the date that morning, and called everyone here. "Guys," she had said, "time is running out very quickly. We're already in to this! It's going to end in a week! We'll have to go back to getting our tails kicked by ten-year-olds!" (At this point Gary grumbled angrily, complaining that he was, in fact, ten.) "We'll probably start again next year, but until then… what will happen then?"

A man in a really stupid mask was lurking in the rafters, watching it go on. "Yes… we are leaving this place in a week…" he muttered under his breath. "We just need everyone on that fan fiction site to send in as many antics as they possibly can. This season must end with a bang…" The man, satisfied with his ponderings, waited out the Champion's stay in the Room.

He soon realized angrily that it will take a while.

This will take a while, he realized angrily.

After everyone had gotten their fill of staring at the screen, Cynthia proposed that they got going. "We'll divide up the pranks, like this." The woman wrote all of the pranks on different slips of paper, and positioned the Champions around the round table. She then passed out the slips of paper, going around the table handing one to each person. When she handed out the first five, she took the last one for herself. "Read aloud your missions!" Cynthia said, and pointed to the first in line.

"Alright…" Lance said, "I've gotta… make Lucian cry? Awesome!"

"Oh dear. I must push Aaron in the deep end, it looks like…" Steven giggled.

"Grab Sidney's cell phone! And Flint's Transformers!" Wallace snorted. (Gary looked down rather uncomfortably at this point. I wonder why?)

"So I… push Karen in a mud hole. Great." Gary put the slip of paper into his pocket.

"So I stick Aaron in a room full of balloons and steal Bertha's Teletubbies merchandise." Cynthia nodded. "Get going! Meet in the Grand Hall when you're done!" She pressed a button on the wall, and a large white box appeared at everyone's feet. Cynthia held up her box and held it to her hip, with the long sides facing her front and back. It then disappeared, and green writing appeared over her head:

CHAMPIONS' ROOM, 1200 HOURS

Everyone stared at Cynthia, shrugged, and did it too. Soon, everybody in the room (except the masked dude, who didn't get one because he was, you know, hiding) had large green wads of text over their heads. They soon split up to do their missions.

TELEVISION ROOM, 1200 HOURS AND 0002 MINUTES

Lance stood in the Television room in his caped glory, waiting for inspiration to come to him.

"I feel no inspiration!" he shouted in a Lancelike fury.

Inspiration felt bad for him and dropped a CD on his head.

"I feel much inspiration!" Running out of the room, he darted down the hallway until he came to a room at the end of the hall. The area around it was blackened, and the door itself was strongly scratched and dented. Anyone who didn't know the room's real history would have thought that a bomb went off in there.

Lance stood there for a few seconds, letting the dear memories wash over him. The man stood rather dramatically, with his eyes closed and a grin on his face. A wind began to blow, making his cape billow epically. Having done that, he reached for the doorknob. His cape was still billowing epically, however.

"Ah, yes," Lance said evilly as he entered, "the meditation room…"

THE POOL, 1200 HOURS AND 0015 MINUTES

Steven glanced around the pool area. Aaron and Phoebe were sitting at the edge of the pool (the deep end, of course) discussing Shedinja and its uses in the modern world (none). Steven lurked behind them, engaging in a short-term discussion with Flint (who had already agreed to be part; he did not like Aaron. At all. Of course, Steven never actually told Flint that his Transformers would be gone…). After a few moments of this, they stepped closer to Aaron and Phoebe. Both took a step backwards, and kicked both of them into the pool.

Much life-running was done in the next five minutes. Aaron, of course, was chasing after them, having already planned a lengthy (filibuster-length – really really long) rant for this exact occasion. Aaron's screaming fury soon caught up to the duo. He caught and gagged them with hand towels he found in a nearby closet, and then stood in front of them like some sort of super-villain. Dream on, Aaron!

"What to do with you…" he pondered.

"That I can help with," A mysterious voice said. Aaron swirled around, and locked eyes with a purple-haired man with an extremely stupid-looking black mask.

Steven's eyes went wide, but Flint was merely confused.

"Wh-what?" Aaron asked the man, who he couldn't quite identify for some strange reason (presumably by the fact that he wasn't a genius, and therefore couldn't see through paper-thin costumes).

"I can," he continued. "Allow me to explain what you should do…" As the man said this, he thought frantically, I hope someone spontaneously gives me an idea from the reviews, so that I could stealthily check the computer and GET AN IDEA… He was, of course, not hinting at anything. Nope, nothing at all.

A MUD HOLE, 1200 HOURS AND 0030 MINUTES

Gary dragged Karen by the arm to a mud hole. He pushed her in. She screamed. Gary noticed how incredibly boring this must be for anyone reading it, and blew Karen up.

Then Gary went back to the Grand Hall. Karen was now DEAAAAAD, MUAHAHAHA.

(cue whining people in the Orange Archipelago)

SOMEWHERE IN THE ORANGE ARCHIPELAGO…

People whined.

BERTHA'S ROOM, 1200 HOURS AND 0030 MINUTES

Cynthia sneaked around Bertha's room, searching for any sign of her possibly being a Teletubbie addict. Unfortunately, she wasn't finding much to go on. Apparently, what 'we' all know was wrong… at least until she stumbled into Bertha's closet. Aside from the great quantity of stupid-looking scarves, there were a million clones of four extremely creepy blobs staring out at her from every direction.

Cynthia felt the energy being drained from her almost immediately. "It's like going into Claire's… all over again…" Cynthia was understating the problem. Having a million Hannah Montanas grinning her evil grin of death at you from every pink, frilly direction was nothing to the horror that feeling those eyes bore down on you presented in the mind of anyone remotely sane.

"How… can I… defeat it…?" She groaned.

At that moment, a mysterious man appeared behi- wait, no. Wrong character.

"WTF R U DOING?!?" Bertha shouted.

Cynthia turned on her back to meet the seriously angered stare of the oldest Elite member ever… yeah, the oldest. Older than Drake, even.

"Uhh…"

"GET OUT OF HERE U JERK!!!!!!!"

"Okay…"

"GET OTU!!!!!!!!"

Cynthia got otu. She ran out of the room – or, at least, that's what Bertha thought she was doing. "Gastrodon! I need you!" She flung a Pokeball into the air, and a blob-like Pokemon came back down.

"Gastrodon, use Awesomepower to transport this entire Teletubbies memorabilia collection somewhere else! Anywhere else!"

Bertha whipped around and dived for Gastrodon, who was now glowing a bright blue.

But she was knocked out of the way by a white box that appeared in front of her face. In the midst of all of the insanity going on – Gastrodon's Awesomepower moving all of the junk by way of an incredibly power that only Gastrodons and Giratini (the plural form of Giratina) have because they're so awesome, Bertha was able to read the five words on the box:

It's super effective!

BERTHA fainted!

And faint she did. Cynthia looked around, patted a purring Gastrodon on the head, and return to the Grand Hall. Gastrodon was overjoyed that it got to use its awesome move, and Cynthia was overjoyed that all of that Teletubbies junk was out of the castle for good.

SOMEWHERE IN THE ORANGE ARCHIPELAGO…

"Oh cr.." the man's spectricolor language was cut off by a large amount of Teletubbies memorabilia cascading on top of him. He survived… barely. The Orange Archipelago Police Dudes (because 'Orange Archipelago Police Force' didn't sound surfer-y enough for the Archipelago) were completely baffled by this string of torture for the residents.

"There must be some higher power at work here!" They all proclaimed.

"A Giratina must be doing all of this!" Another officer, named Bob, explained. "And all of this is probably coming from a castle somewhere on an island far, far away!"

"Like Shamuti?"

"No, farther than that!"

Everyone regarded Bob insane and blew up Shamuti Island anyway. Because the Orange Archipelago Police Dudes were so RADIKUL that they could blow up their own island and not get yelled at.

I'm sorry for being so lazy, all of you people who I haven't published the dares for yet. I will be doing them, and I have them all saved on a big chapter document. Also, for the first time EVER, I can give you a date for the next chapter to be released: March the 17th. I'm sorry to make you wait, but it will be a huge chapter and I urge you to send in as many dares as you can think of.
It might be your last chance until next year...

x Giratina