Potoperson: Hey! Here's chapter 15 for you all! Gosh this story's getting old now. (tears) They grow up so fast!

Cella: (Hands tissue to Potoperson) here

Potoperson: Thanks (blows nose) All right, I'm cool. Now I'd like to thank…

Cella: Wait!

Potoperson: what?

Cella: Can I do it this time?

Potoperson: Do what?

Cella: Thank the reviewers/disclaimer thing!

Potoperson: What? Oh fine.

Cella: Yay! Thanks to those grand old reviewers of chapter 14!

april17me

Jhon what's his face

The Potoperson does not own Ed, Edd, and Eddy or the title Chocolate Rain for that matter

Potoperson: Oh thanks, I never thought of disclaiming that

Cella: I know. Now sit back, relax, and hang on to your hats! Here's chapter 15!

Potoperson: Nice job

Cella: Thank you.

Chapter 15- In Which People are Unintentionally Inspiring

The figure stepped out of the truck as he parked in the mouth of the cave. He looked over the interior with glee. It looked great, right out of some scene from a superhero movie where a villain might be stashing his lair. There was scaffolding lining the walls where people walked back in fort toting supplies like tiny voice recorders and cameras. Trucks were driving around and people dressed in clothes like tourists milled about. On a rather tall platform in the center of the room was a metal cage. These were all a part of his plan.

"Theseus! Ranger!" he called.

A woman with attire like a park ranger and a man with paled skin in the garb of a Greek warrior stepped forward. "Yes," The woman asked, "Chocolate Rain, sir?" Theseus began cracking up, as did the woman. He shot them both glares. "And what may I ask is so funny?" he demanded. "I'm sorry but Chocolate Rain? Come on! 'The Ranger' and 'Theseus' are one thing but why the heck would you think of that as a title?" They both continued laughing and his lady counterpart stepped out from the truck, a smug "I-told-you-so." grin on her face. The chocolate figure gave them sobering "I can still fire you all" glares until they shut up.

He rolled his eyes and began walking away as he said in an incredibly calm voice, "Because chocolate is brown. Unload the children and put them in the cage." "Aye aye, Count Chocula." Theseus muttered. They headed to the back of the truck and opened the doors, unloading the protesting boxes carefully onto a cart and rolling it towards the cage. One by one they opened the boxes and shoved a girl in. When the last one was in they shut the door, pad locking it.

"Could you at least untie us and take the blind folds off." Nazz moaned. "Sorry, but no. That's the mistake they always make in the movies." The ranger said pleasantly. Sara cringed. "Ugh, why do all the evil people have to talk pleasantly? It's driving me insane!" The Ranger and Theseus both chuckled. "Holler if anyone needs to go to the bathroom." Theseus called as pleseantly as he could as they began to walk away. "Wait! Why are you targeting us? What the flip did we do?!" Nazz called. The Ranger stopped and glanced back with a sweet smile (though Nazz couldn't really see it, seeing as she was blindfolded). "Why Nazz, we're only doing this to teach you all lessons on team work and friendship." She said daintily. With no other explanation than that they left, leaving the girls to themselves.

"Nazz, how did they know your name?" Marilyn asked.

"Who know?" Sara snapped, "How did they know where our hotel room was? How did they get in? Why the heck are they doing this? Who the heck knows?!"

"Sara, relax." Nazz said, "Everything's going to be-"

"No, you relax Blondie! We're trapped in a cage, being toted around in boxes. Not to mention we're tied up like some stupid damsels in distress!"

"And how is yelling going to make anything better?" Nazz demanded.

"I'd rather sit and yell than sit here quietly waiting to be rescued. But wouldn't that be so like you."

"Guys." Marilyn said.

"And what's that suppose to mean?"

"The blond beautiful cheerleader, that's so like you isn't it? You don't have to lift a finger and you'll have every boy within a five block radius drooling at your feet."

"Guys please this isn't-"

"I don't ask anybody to do that, and you know it!"

"Will you guys shut up? You're so annoying!" Lee said.

"No you guys shut up! You're not even important to the plot of this whole thing!"

"What did you say!?" Lee and Marie shrieked in unison.

This was beginning to get out of control. Why were they screaming at each other like this? Marilyn wanted to intervene, to tell them to stop. She'd always been like this, wishing to be able to stand up for someone or stop a fight but she'd never had the guts. The words would sit in her heart in the fetal position and refuse to come out. So she'd say it in her mind. She'd imagining herself standing in front of the kid being bullied and saying "leave him alone.", or telling the two feuding groups to listen to the other's side.

Right now she was screaming at them in her head, "Stop it! Stop it right now! You guys are ridiculous! We are trapped in a cage somewhere possibly going to be sold into slavery or killed and you're fighting just to fight! You guys are going to give me a flippin' stroke, you know that? And no one's going to notice because YOU'RE TOO BUSY FIGHTING TO NOTICE WE ARE ALL IN A DIRE SITUATION!!"

She was suddenly out of breath, she must've thought to hard. That's what she got for thinking instead of actually acting she supposed. She suddenly realized the cage was extremely quiet. Everyone had stopped fighting, that was good. But why did she get the feeling that they looking at her like a giant lemur was sitting on her head?

Suddenly Nazz said, "She's right, we need to pull it together and think."

Wait, who was right? And what were they right about?

"I'm sorry everyone, I'm just freaked out." Sara mumbled.

Wow, whoever was right sure was good at whatever they did.

"It's all right Sara, although you should probably apologize to Marilyn."

…what?

"Why are you apologizing to me?" Marilyn asked.

"For nearly giving you a stroke." Sara replied.

Marilyn was silent as the totally obvious dawned on her. "Tell me I didn't just rant at all of you out loud?" she said, face paling.

"Not just out loud REALLY loud." Lee said.

Marilyn put her face into her hands, blush rising with the level of humiliation. "I. am. So sorry!" she mumbled pathetically, "It's just that everyone was shouting and I wanted to tell you something and I honestly thought I was just thinking it…I'm so, so sorry…"

"Don't apologize, I think we all needed a good slap in the face." Nazz assured her, "Now what exactly did you need to tell us?"

Marilyn told everyone to just wait two minuets and within two minuets she had chewed through her own rope with her teeth, untied her ankles, pulled off her blindfold and done the same for everyone else. (Only she didn't chew through their ropes) They no longer stared at her like there was a lemur on her head, they stared at her as if she herself had magically transformed into a lemur! "Marilyn…" Nazz said in shock, "How did you…?" "More like why, WHY didn't you do that sooner?" Sara demanded.

She shrugged, "You may not have noticed, but I have the front teeth of a beaver. One of the many reasons why I don't give very big smiles, I'm really embarrassed by them. And I didn't before because, well, I was a little bit preoccupied what with the unconsciousness and not being unable to see…"

"Who cares why she didn't!" Marie suddenly interrupted, "Let's just get out of here before anybody notices!"

The Kankers went to work on picking the lock (unlike the boys they had an incredibly large amount of bobby pins) and as they did Marilyn sat in amazement as they worked together. She knew deep down that the real reason that she hadn't done it before is because she was too afraid. She did it now because after telling the girls to stop fighting she had suddenly gained more confidence, she felt like she could do anything. The Kankers had the lock picked and after a quick check to see that no one was looking they opened the door and poured out of the cage and ran for the cave's mouth like they were running from a stampede. Unfortunately, soon enough this was true because as soon as they'd crossed the mouth of the cave they were spotted and a group of the people in the ski masks was after them.

Outside they realized that the entrance to the cave was on top of a pretty high hill that overlooked jungle. Way in the distance they could barely see the lights of the hotel and town shining like a lighthouse in the cloudy night. They half-ran half-rolled down the hill and scattered into the jungle. The masked men descending on them like nighttime over the land. May ran like a leaping gazelle… well maybe not quite that graceful. Maybe a really fast galloping cow or bull, yeah that sounds about right. She ran like a galloping bull through the jungle, the fastest of them all. She could hear the screams behind her as girls one by one got picked up and dragged back. May kept running. She had to get away. She had to get to her Gravy Guy!

She suddenly tripped over a box and fell, getting a face full of dirt I might add. She glanced back at the box. "Write your own message in a bottle kit. Really works!" That was amazingly convenient. She pried open the lid to the box and found a sheet of paper and pencil and jotted down her message. There was a clear glass bottle and she picked it up and shoved the paper in it, sticking a cork in the top. "Hey I think I saw the other Kanker go this way!" a voice called. May picked up the bottle and ran as fast as she could until she found a small stream bubbling along. She dropped the bottle in and watched as it drifted away as she was grabbed from behind and carried away by a man in a mask.

Without thinking she shrieked, "ED!!!!!"

They had attempted to talk to the police at the station but as soon as they even mentioned what their names were they were shooed away, the officers mumbling something about "crazy teens, always messing up restaurants" Their next plan was to travel up there themselves but unfortunately it was too late to find a bus and there was nary a taxi to be found. (Nary…wow…) They couldn't even find some nice truck driver that would give seven teenage boys, a wooden board, and a coconut a ride. Everyone was beginning to feel miiiighty discouraged as they sat gloomily on a bench outside the hotel. Not even their parents were picking up at home.

Well this was just great….

Just then a voice crossed Ed's ear. It was faint, something that could've been mistaken as the wind in the trees, but in the pit of his gravy-filled stomach Ed knew it was May. And from the sounds of things she was in trouble, something was going to hurt her. He wasn't about to let that happen.

He stood up and began galloping down the street. "Ed! Where are you going?" Double D called after him.

"I'm going to go save my Fuzzy Bunny Double D!"

As he said this everyone got up and followed, having to run top speed to keep up. "Ed there's no way to get there! We'd have to hike all the way to the mountains, it'd take all night!" Double D reasoned, "And besides, whoever these men are they may have guns or weapons or…"

Ed suddenly stopped, causing several people to crash into Ed's back or just strait fall on their faces. He turned and looked at him, his eyes big, doleful and teary. It was a puppy face but far worse because they knew it was genuine. "B-but Double D, they (sniffle) might (sniffle) hurt my Fuzzy Bunny (hiccup) or my baby sister or N-nazz or Marilyn or the Kankers or –"

"All right we get it!" they all moaned. He had successfully managed to bring to each of their minds at least one person that it would break their hearts to loose, even if they didn't realize it or wouldn't admit it, that fact managed to convince with no other thought than that that they were going to go to the mountains if they had to hack their way through the jungle to do it.

Now if only they knew how the heck to get to the caves from there….

Potoperson: And I end it for now

Cella: What do you mean you end it for now?!

Potoperson: I mean I'm ending it for now.

Cella: Aren't you going to get them to the cave, or explain what was in the note?

Potoperson: Next chapter my dear Cellophane, next chapter

Cella: Ah man, that's totally bogus I wanted to see- hey wait a second!

Potoperson: (nervous laughter) Woopsie… bye-bye!

Cella: GET BACK HERE YOOOOOU!!!!