"So... what now?" Mark said sitting cross-legged.
The group was now all crossed legged on the floor of the SCERET LOCATION *cough barn cough*. Chelsea was standing in the center, twirling the killer knife in between her fingers. Vaughn still couldn't believe she got the knife off of a cereal box...
"Well... we need super awsome ninja suits to sneak around and kick evil's buttox in. Then we need to asess the situation of this robbery. And FINALLY, we need to bring this robber to justice!" Sticking a finger up matter-of-factly.
"Slow down ninja or farmer or what ever the heck you are!" Vaughn yelled. "I ain't wearin no ninja suit!"
Natalie scoffed, "Why? Will it mess up your complexion, pretty boy?"
Vaughn's face started to erupt, "WHAT'D YOU CALL ME?!?!" He stood up, fists clenched.
"Uh, uh, uh." Chelsea waved the knife around. "I don't want to put more holes in your hat, but I will."
"Pfft." Vaughn sat back down and Natalie chuckled at her victory.
"So anyways..." Chelsea turned back to the crowd. "... We need those suits and bad!" Her eyes scanned the gathering and stared down at Julia.
"Jules!"
Julia looked up, "Yea?"
"You can make the suits!"
Everyone went wide eyed and stared at Juila.
"You make clothes?!" Elliot questioned quite loudly. It was surprising to Chelsea since Elliot and Juila have been going out for a couple months and he has yet to discover Julia's secret talent.
"Didn't I tell you that?" Julia blushed.
"No..." Elliot looked down.
"But can you do it Jules?" Chelsea asked. "PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!!" Chelsea was down on her knees begging. Groveling was more like it.
"Of course Chels! Why wouldn't I?" Julia snorted. This made Mark chuckle but stopped when Elliot gave him the evil eye. Strange...
"Yay!" Chelsea leaped for joy but then went back on topic. "Okay. We need those done by sixteen hundred."
Everyone tilted their heads in utter confusion.
"What does that mean?" Mark asked.
"That means when the sun is about..." Chelsea started to make some strange hand movement,
"No, I mean the time!"
"Oh... By four o' clock!" Chelsea smiled.
No sooner then when she made the time, Julia ran out the doors to gather wool.
"I never knew she could run like that!" Elliot whined.
"Man. You are the worst boyfriend EVER!" Natalie laughed, rolling on the ground.
Elliot just pouted and dug his hands into his face.
"Oh cheer up! It's not like it's the end of the world!" Natalie was being nice. OH NO! APOCOLYPSE!!! (A/N: Natalie rox even if she does abuse her bro!:)
Then who else to come crashing through the doors but...
"PIERRE!" Natalie ran over to the shortie in purple and swung him around.
Chelsea just giggled uncontrollably, "Natalie and Pierre sittin in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Next thing you know it, her hair is full of hay.
"Not cool Nats." Chelsea stuck her tongue out at Natalie.
"Whatever." Natalie went back to cuddling Pierre. He looked a little flushed from what Mark could tell.
"Wait... Why is Pierre here?!" Mark asked. Mark had never really liked Pierre ever since he was literally POISONED by Pierre. All he said was that one of his dishes was a little bit off. Hmm... Something came to his mind.
"Hey, Chelsea?" Mark tapped her on the shoulder.
"Mmmhmm?"
"I think Pierre may be the robber."
Everyone paused. Pierre? They all thought, except Natalie. Which looked almost venimous...
"Mark, start running." Chelsea elbowed Mark in the gut.
"Why?" Mark looked at her confuzzled. (A/N: Confused+Puzzled)
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Natalie lunged for his throat.
"...That."
Mark ran his butt straight out of that place, maybe even quicker then 'The Flash'.
"Don't forget to come back at sixteen hundred!" Chelsea shouted waving her arms.
"Still don't know what that means!" Mark yelled back.
"FOUR!" Chelsea shouted even louder.
"Got it!" Mark waved back.
Now there was only four plus Pierre.
Chelsea turned to Pierre, who was being clutched a little TOO tight to Natalie. "Now Pierre, how did you know about this?"
Pierre poked Natalie. Chelsea 'hmphd'.
"TRAITOR!" Elliot yelled at Natalie, pointing fingers.
"Zip it before I zip it for you!" Natalie scowled.
Elliot was dead silent. Then Vaughn started to laugh.
"Well, since I'm already here, should I check up on your 'sick' cow?"
Chelsea blushed, "Yeah, sorry 'bout that again." She stared at the ground.
Vaughn just tipped his hat and left the room silently. Chelsea looked up once again and let out a large sigh.
"ELLIOT!" Chelsea yelled for him at attention.
"Yes?" Elliot stood up out of distinct.
"Go get me that chair with the rope on it." She pointed to a corner where the objects lay.
"Yes ma'am!" Elliot slauted and ran over to get the objects.
Chelsea chuckled and then felt a pull on her shorts.
"TEACH ME!" Natalie begged/groveled.
"A ninja NEVER reveals their secrets." Chelsea just smiled and looked over to see that Pierre had been dropped to the ground.
"Here they are!" Elliot placed the chair and rope in front of Chelsea and stood back.
"Natalie? Can you do me a favor?" Chelsea asked, waving for her to lean in closer. Once Natalie was close enough, Chelsea whispered in her ear and they both giggled.
Natalie turned to Pierre, smiling all evil like. "Sweetie?"
Pierre started to sweat a tiny bit, "W-what?" He stammered.
"Hold still." That was when she lurched at him.
When Pierre woke up from his state of shock, he realized he haad been tied and gagged. Little Pierre's arms were tied behind the little wooden chair. Pierre felt woozy, more like light headed. That was when his fear came true... the hat was gone.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" He wailed. A tear dripping from the side of his face. This is a fate worse then death... No. A fate worse then Thomas. Pierre shivered at the thought.
"Calm down, Pierre. Your hat is fine..." The voice paused."...For now."
"Tell me what you want! I'll speak! Just PLEASE don't hurt Mr. Fuzzy!"
The voice didn't speak for a moment. "...Mr. Fuzzy?"
"Yea!" Pierre yelled. "You got a problem with that?!" What is WRONG with these people. Doesn't everyone name their hat? Pierre pondered this thought of life.
"Don't raise your voice at me, mister!" Natalie stepped into the light pointing her finger. Natalie?!
There was only one hanging light on above Pierre which formed a circle of light around him.
"Geese Nat, why you gotta be so mean to him?" Elliot stepped next to Natalie slouching.
"QUITE!" The voice boomed. Sounding quite ticked.
"Chelsea, we know you have fun with the voice but sometimes you just need to give it a rest."
"NEVER!" The voice yelled.
"Chelsea, don't make me get Gannon."
There was what seemed like a squeak then a loud 'click'.
"I hate when you ruin my fun Nats!" Chelsea stepped into the light with hands above her head.
"That is what you get when you use the voice in front of Pierre."
Poor little Pierre was about to pee his pants. "Why are you doing this to me?!" He stared at Natalie who just shrugged it off.
"We have questions, you have answers. Plain and simple. Peanutbutter and Jelly. Milk and Cookies. Rainbows and butterflies. You get the idea."
Pierre just wandered off into space, "Umm... Okay?"
"Goodie! Now, where were you last night, early this morning, and today?"
"Oh! Well... umm..." He blushed a deep shade of red. Pierre turned to Natalie and then back to Chelsea.
"OHMYGOSH!" Chelsea went wide eyed. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
"PIERRE!" Natalie yelled. "Enough out of you!" She then turned to Chelsea who was all smiley faced. "I swear Chelsea, its NOT what you think!"
"Yes it is!" Chelsea started to look like she was about to die of laughter.
"You and your stupid perverted mind! We were BAKING!" Natalie stomped her foot down.
"Poor choice of words Nats!" Chelsea was rolling on the ground now.
Natalie rolled her eyes and let her elbows drop. "We were baking COOKIES!!"
Chelsea looked up off the ground. "Oh." She stood up and dusted herself off. Then flushed a light pinkish color. "My bad."
" 'My bad' is right! Now you better not mention this to ANYONE or else!" Ntalie poked a finger at her.
Chelsea placed two fingers over her heart, "On my Ninja's honor, I swear."
"Hey guys?" Pierre asked, being completely ignored.
"WHAT?!" They both yelled in unison.
"Can you untie me?"