OMG!!! I got a review!!! Runs around in cirlces while doing the happy dance. Realizes what she's doing isn't possible then sneaks up behind the innocent reviewer, Ooggle Boggle, and hugs them until they pass out. Okay, now that that's over and done with, on with the story!
Oh, and if anyone thinks I'm being impatient, you're right. I've got a bunch of this story already written so I'll be updating daily until I reach a point where I still have to write.
Also, there will be a phan attack later in the story, so if you want to be involved, review. In your review tell me your age, what you want to be called, your gender, what you're wearing and what you look like, any special items you wish to have, and who your favorite character is. By the way, once you ask to be in my story, your soul is mine! Or, at least your personality.
Now, on with the story!
Several days and many destroyed rooms later, Jennifer and Meghan were finally getting fed up with all the people in their house. Fortunately, Piangi had not come back from the dead; however, Harry did show back up to deposit Carlotta at the mailbox. Apparently she'd annoyed him out of his mind and beaten the Fat Lady in multiple singing contests. (Unlike a certain chubby pink someone, Carlotta actually can break glass with her singing.) The house was even more messed up than anyone had actually thought possible.
Jennifer and Meghan, both at the ends of their ropes, decided to ask their neighbor across the street for help. Meghan decided to do it since Jennifer was nearly as insane as everyone else. She carefully crossed the road and walked up Chip's driveway. He was working in his garage.
"Chip," she asked sweetly, using her ten-year-old mind control powers on him, "Can you build us a time machine."
The dark-haired man looked up. "A time machine?"
"Yes. Right now our house is being overrun by nineteenth century characters that somehow got transported through time."
Her explanation was rewarded with a blank stare.
Meghan sighed in exasperation. "Fine, if you want proof, I'll bring you some." She dashed back across the street. She came back holding the wrist of the first person she could find. This person happened to be Firmin, who had discovered the wonders of caffeine.
"I-really-really-really-like-coffee! It-gives-you-so-much-energy-you-never-have-to-sleep-again! I-haven't-slept-in-almost-a-week! But-I-have-so-much-energy! I-can't-stop-giggling-like-a-girl-at-random-moments! I-worship-coffee-and-whoever-invented-caffeine!" He blurted out in one breath. This sentence was followed by a long stream of very girlish giggles. He then collapsed of oxygen deprivation.
"Okay, bad example. I'll go get someone else." Meghan dragged the unconscious body across the street, left it lying in the middle of the driveway, and grabbed someone else. However, when she looked up, she saw that it was Garrett. He was her sister's favorite character from a movie called Quest for Camelot. "What are you doing here?!"
He shrugged. "I just felt like it. No one would leave me alone. Really, you become a knight of the Round Table and suddenly everyone wants your autograph." He continued mumbling under his breath and plodded back toward the house.
Meghan groaned and grabbed Raoul, who had been prowling the yard. His long hair was singed with black. "What happened to your hair?" she asked before taking him across the street. She had decided not to take anyone who was acting really mental.
"I tried to cook something in the oven. Jennifer turned it on, but she never told me not to stick my head in there to check on the food. What am I going to do now? I can't be heroic with burned hair." Raoul turned around and started sobbing.
Meghan rolled her eyes and walked until she found Jennifer. "I need to find someone reasonably sane to take over to Chip's house; he doesn't believe me. Oh, and would you mind telling me what happened to everyone in the twenty minutes I left them alone with you?"
"Sure" Jennifer replied. She looked up to gather her thoughts, then answered, "Firmin overdosed on coffee; Nadir set the microwave on fire; Raoul set his hair on fire; I think Christine's become addicted to TV; Andre's been trying to chase Firmin around with a plastic ring, he's sleeping on the couch right now; Carlotta used up all the paper in the copy machine making pictures of her face; Chloe tried to lick everyone to death, but passed out when she tasted Carlotta; Meg wanted to walk on the treadmill, but couldn't figure out how to work it, so she discovered your art stuff; I think Erik discovered Phansites, very not good, and is now very adept at using the computer; and Madame Giry won't stop reading my books for some reason. I got bored, so I've been watching everyone."
Meghan groaned. "Okay, since it sounds like almost everyone's pretty crazy right now, who do you think is sane enough to convince Chip to build us a time machine?"
Jennifer considered the question. "Hmmm, I'd probably say Madame Giry or Meg, if you can drag them away from what they're doing; if you can't, probably Nadir, though he's kind of traumatized from the microwave."
"Great! Where are they?"
"Madame Giry's in my room, on the top bunk reading books. Meg's in your room. I think Nadir's wandering around the house, or possibly the garage. However, I recommend you be very, very careful if you go down to the garage; last time I tried to go down, I nearly got killed by some trapdoor thing." Jennifer shuddered. "It just came right out from under my feet."
Meghan looked scared. "I won't go down to the garage unless I have to. Thanks for warning me."
She walked up to the glass door by the dining room. She thought about Jennifer's warning as she went to her room. Spooky.
Meg was sitting on the floor doodling letters with Meghan's calligraphy set. Meghan convinced her to leave and took her over to Chip's house. Meg put up a very convincing argument and Chip eventually decided to build a time machine. Meghan rejoiced. She might finally be able to get these freaks out of her house!
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