~Aloha, amigos. Me llamo Flashheart, y Yo dar usted an un actualización! Look it up! ITS SPANISH!~
Flash: We don't know Spanish!
Blazefire: I DO!
Flash: You don't know French.
Blazefire: Touché
"Hello, peoples! Today, we'll be playing-" Flash meowed.
Everyone screamed, "THE WHEEL OF COUNTRIES!"
Flash pointed to a wheel. "We will be spinning the wheel so we can find a new country so we can set up a studio there and you'll watch us survive!"
Demonheart and Gentleheart cheered.
Flash spun the wheel and then took out a card, put it close to her face, and read.
THROUGH THE PHONELINE…
Blazefire picked up the phone. "Hullo!" she said.
Flash's voice screamed into the phone: "HOW COME YOU MADE US GO TO ANTARCTICA!"
Blazefire answered calmly, "I thought you wanted something interesting."
"Yeah, like New Zealand or Canada or Russia, NOT A FROZEN WASTELAND!" Flash screamed.
Blazefire hung up.
IN THE PLANE…
The plane guy, Joe, grabbed the bags of Blazefire. "Um, miss? These have animals- wait, aren't you a cat?" asked Joe.
Blazefire shook her head and said, "Nuh uh. Just a medical condition. But, yes, I'd like to take my bags, please."
Later, while Blazefire was chillin' in first class, baby!, Joe walked up in a cast with five cages. One had all the toms in it, one had Gentleheart and Wildheart, one had Sloefur and Flash, and the fourth had Evilsoul and Shadowfang.
"The two black cats attacked," muttered Joe and he walked away.
Evilsoul and Shadowfang grinned, revealing bloodstained fangs.
"PEANUTS! I WANT SALTED PEANUTS!" demanded Sloefur, screaming.
Blazefire chucked some salted peanuts at Sloefur. She and Flash began to fight over the food.
"ANTARTICA! WE ARE HERE!" yowled the Flight Lady, and she shoved Blazefire, the Crew, and all the luggage out the door and into the frozen wasteland.
WILL THEY SURVIVE? WILL THEY LIVE OFF SNOW? WILL DEMONHEART LEARN NOT TO EAT THE YELLOW SNOW? WILL I LEARN TO STOP USING CAPS- oh, wait, no, I got it. Tune in next time!