The whole gang froze, too scared and shocked at what they had just seen. Who was going to be brave and valiant and strong enough to defeat the evil Jordan?

Elsie the cow, suddenly randomly feeling a sudden random rush of bravery, valiantness and strength, picked up a wooden chair and knocked Jordan in the head with it. But unfortunately, the chair broke simply into a thousand smithereens. Jordan grinned evilly at her, and cackled loudly and evilly as he flew out of the loft window in his private potato jet and landed onto the street, where he began to grow larger………and larger………and larger…………and larger……….until he was as big as Godzilla's turd. The whole gang gasped, their eyes falling right out their heads.

"Oh my dear!! Whatever are we going to do??" wailed Joanne, crying and pulling at her long, blonde hair.

"YOU ARE POWERLESS AGAINST ME!!!!!" Jordan's voice boomed across the whole of New York City. Strangely enough, none of the other New Yorkers even bothered to notice him as they went about their daily lives. But it didn't matter to Jordan, who was only concerned in scaring the Bohemians to death. "NOBODY CAN SAVE YOU NOW!! EVEN YOU CANNOT SAVE YYYOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!!" he boomed, not making much sense with his bad grammar skills, but anyway.

"We better think, guys. Think hard," mumbled Roger, who started munching on a finger sandwich.

"If you ask it of me, I will give you the One Ring," mumbled Frodo in response, while munching on another finger sandwich. The others also started formulating their own little plans while sitting and eating the finger sandwiches.

"I've got it!!!" said Maureen. "We could boil him in a giant frying pan!!"

"Oh, come on Maureen!! What a stupid idea!!" snapped Mark, chewing on an extra beefy finger sandwich. "Who the hell uses a frying pan for boiling??" He shook his head exasperatedly.

Camera was the next to speak. "Or how about this??" she piped in, chewing on a blue ink and metal finger sandwich. "We can buy the biggest pumpkins from the Food Emporium and make the deadliest pumpkin poison known to mankind!!! Or better yet, we can just order the pumpkin and peanut butter soup from Food Town!! It works like poison anyway!!" She squealed at her own bright idea.

"Camera, if you dare mention pumpkins once again, I'll punch your lens in!!" growled Roger, a scowl spreading over his sexy, smooth-shaved face that was full of sexy stubble.

"Or, why don't we put a double sink in the kitchen??" said Anthony Rapp, who was still the crazy, crack-addicted, singing and dancing real estate agent. (Did I mention that??)

This really pissed Roger off. "Oh for God's sake, Anthony!! We're talking about evil Jordan!! Get with the fucking program!!!" This made Anthony pout and sulk quietly in the corner. Mark, behind Glinda's back, secretly comforted Anthony while glaring butter knives at Roger's back.

"Oh my goodness, we're doomed!!!" wailed Joanne again, her wavy, red hair in untidy knots.

Glinda suddenly stood up, also gripped by the sudden, random feeling of bravery, valiantness and strength, stood in the window sill, shook her little pink, socky fist and yelled with all her anger. "Just you wait!!! We'll defeat you Jordan!! We're not afraid of you!!!" Jordan just laughed maniacally at her puniness and pathetic attempt at sounding threatening. "Just you wait, you big, mean ol' bully!! We're gonna get you and kill you!!! We're gonna make you – "

But alas, she never got to finish her sentence because Jordan was suddenly zapped from behind by what look like a beam from a laser gun. He wailed and wailed as much as a potato that was being zapped by a beam from a laser gun could wail. And suddenly, right before their very eyes, the last thing heard from Jordan was a loud, resounding "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" before he suddenly turned into a giant, hot, steaming pile of mashed potatoes.

The whole gang was shocked. But what shocked them more was the tiny little green and red figure that killed the biggest and most evil monster in human (and potato) history, and then went "WHOOOTT!!" in the loudest tiny voice ever manageable. (Which really does make sense)

"Oh, merciful heavens," exclaimed Joanne, her shiny, black hair clinging to her face. "Who on earth are you???"

The little figure looked up at them. "I'm a gummi worm," he replied simply. "My name's Gary."

And that's that chapter!!! BTW, the gummi worm was created by hippy.intellect and silverydarkness. I swear, she comes up with the most interesting characters. –giggles-