'Sup humans?

Well this is the negative ellevnty-fifth installment of my Charming Delightful, and Wonderfully Sane fanfic, an the cue card holders are totally dead, because they are standing upside down AND I CAN"T READ UPSIDE DOWN!!!

Cue Card Holders: But we're tied from are ankles, Authoress!

Authoress: Almighty Authoress to you, dill-filled-gills.

CCH: Can you just get us down????

Authoress: Sure.

CCH: *are flung into to the darkest abysms of Space and Time and Cheese and, most importantly, Down.*

Authoress: What? They said DOWN! The essence of non-cheese!

And on that oh-so- charmingly delightfuland wonderfully sane note, we begin our fic.

Artemis: Why do I get the feeling this isn't going to end well for me?

Authoress: I dunno, because you're the main charater of one of my favorite books?

Randomees: Authoress! You have RETURNED! And brought with you the God of Random All-Capsitalization, Bolding, Underlining, and Italicing!

GoRACBUaI: YEAH, AND I AM READY TO PAR-TEY! WHERE ARE THER RANDOMEES? C'MON THEY INVOKE MY NAME WITH EVERY BREATH, AND SQUEE TO THE HEAVENS!

Authoress: That was terrifying. Hey! It's Chix!

Chix: *poofs in* Where am I? What the Frond is this? WH- oh hey, Holly. Wanna catch a Mud Man and torture him to death? Or a movie! That sounds like less work.

Trouble: Getcher mits off my girl, Verbil. Or I'll feed you to the fangirls! MUAHAHAHA!

Opal: Evil plan senses, buzzingggg!

Juliet: HI- YAH! *karate chops Opal* See, why didn't you just do that in the second book Smarty-Arty?

Artemis: Don't. Call. Me. ARTY!!! *morphs into a thing that can lift 1000 times as much weight as he could before*Oh, cool. I can lift a peanut! *lifts peanut* Oh yeah, I'm buff.

Holly: I think all the strength has gone to his head. As in, lowered his IQ by about…well about the combined score of Chix and Trouble.

Chix and Trouble: Oh Holly. You're so funny and witty. Let's move to a cottage by the sea and raise a family with one million five children, two dog, and a marshmallow named Patty.

Patty: Noooooo!!!!! I have to live with Holly and her Tendancy To Get The House In Which She Lives Blown Up! I'm going to get marhmellow skin cancer! And then I'll be EATEN! CURSE YOU, MUD PEOPLE!

Artemis: Hey aren't marshmallows distantly related to fairies? I know this because I am WAY smarter than all of you and have access to information that you don't. It is called, The Store of Information Given to People Who Don't Really Need It. You get it when you're IQ goes over the Largest Number Ever.

Holly: SAVE THE SHMELLOWS!!! LET OUR COUSINS (SEVENTEEN BAJILLION TIMES REMOVED) NOT BE GIVEN SKIN CANCER AND THEN *GASP* EATEN! SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE THEM, YOU HEARTLESS BLEEPERS!

Root: I say No!

Everone: (dotdotdot) HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Good one Rooty.

Rooty: Yeah, that was funny. DON"T CALL ME ROOTY!

Everone: (dotdotdot) HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Good one Rooty Frooty.

Butler: I dreamed a dream!!!!!

Juliet: Yeah, and you achieved it, so shaddup and buy me consolation pie!

Butter: Sure Julie, jut don't burst into tears and sing sad country songs. We're all disturbed enough here.

Authoress: Yeah, seriously. Butter is right.

Butter: BUTTER??????

Authoress: You're referring to yourself in the *gasp* *shudder* THIRD PERSON! Call the TPP!!!

Third Person Police: Hand over the insanity and no one gets hurt. Except you.

Dobby: Don't listen to heeeeeemmmmm…..

The Rock: The Rock says no.

TPP: *Beat him with applesauce*

Applesauce: I was bullied by Fruit Sanx as a child! So I take it out on people MUCH bigger than me. It's all good, unless you're a Motts.

Opal: I'm BACK, people! And I got my hair cut, innit purtey???

Holly: Oh my Frond! Truffles!

Opal: WHERE WHERE WHERE WHERE??????????? OH MY FROND WHERE?!? *looks around violently (yes, you can do that) for the truffles * WHERE!????? *stats to run around faster that you can say, "1 (one) is a number, numeral, and the name of the glyph representing that number. It represents a single entity, the unit of counting or measurement. For example, a line segment of "unit length" is a line segment of length 1." *

Juliet: That was easy. So easy, in fact, that I'm going to start singing Lady Gaga! Be the Cause she rocks the socks of everything that has ever walked the face of anything that has ever orbited around anything that has gravitational force, and should NEVER EVER be parodied! EVER!

The Rabii: Kosher Face! (She's got to eat non-kosher) K-k-k-kosher face, K-k-ko-

Juliet: GAH!!! Oh my Frond!!!

Holly: No! The Official Parody is OUTER SPACE!!!!

Artemis: I personally like Pinochle Phiz.

Authoress: YOU'RE IRISH, D'ARVIT!! Rock the accent and the lifestyle, and the stolen Armani Underwear.

Matt Daemon: Hey….I just lost my Armani Underwear….

Mulch: Nooooo, that was me, remember your Oscar got stolen that day too.

Matty: Who cares about the Oscar??? MY UNDERWEAR!!! It was so young…

Mulch: Do you want it back?

Matty: Depends. Did you wear it?

Holly: Two Four Six Eight! I like to beat up Artemis Fowl!

Artemis: That did not rhyme!

Holly: *beats up Arty the One Who Can Lift Peanuts*

Artemis: Owl! Owl! Owl! Owl! Owl! Owl! Owl! Owl! Owl!

Authoress: That sooo wasn't Mildly Hilarious.

Everyone: Y-y-yes it was. No need to try to make the fic more interesting by torturing us!

Authoress: I think I'll give you all an irrational fear of penguins.

Penguins: HEY! We have the right not to-

Them all: AHHHHH!!!!! PENGUINS!!!! *scream and run around in small circles*

Authoress: Oh, the world is fine….

And that's a WRAP, D'Arvit! Don't pressure me! I live a –

Monkey: Oh, shapddup.

Whatever, Monkey. I RANT TO LIVE! I LIVE TO RANT! I EAT TO BREATHE! I SWIM TO JUMP! I REVIEW TO MAKE THE AUTHORESS SLIGHTLY SANE!

No, that's you. Or It better be…. if you'd like to keep the last cookie.

CURSES TO YOU! Unless you review!!!!

Oh, fine!

Itches on your nose! Unless you press that button!

Yeah, That didn't rhyme! Watcha gonna do about it?????

Oh, yeah…not review….yeah…

*Star Trek Music*

Ending…… BLUMP!