Author's Note: As promised, here's the real new chapter! Hope you guys enjoy!
"There! It is complete!"
Harold dropped the bright green marker he had been using only a moment before and held up a sheet of paper, gazing proudly at his so called masterpiece. In reality, it was anything but that. On the paper, Harold had drawn two images of Duncan and Courtney in their tarantula forms with colored markers. The pictures were crude to say that least; both Duncan and Courtney looked like big colored blobs with scribbles for legs and angry scowls on their faces. However, it was still recognizable enough. At the top of the poster, the words LOST were printed big, block letters at the top of the poster.
"Now, I just need to print some of copies out," Harold told himself as he crossed the length of his hotel room. Sunlight was streaming through his window, which still had a large, cracked hole in the center where Duncan and Courtney had burst through. A bright, yellow butterfly had perched itself on one of the jagged glass edges, raising and lowering its wings as it watched the actions of the red-head nerd in the room.
"I'll sneak out, head into town,'' he continued, turning the door handle. "And post these up. Hopefully, somebody will find them and bring them back by tomorrow night."
As Harold walked through the doorway, a hand suddenly reached down from above and snatched the piece of paper from his hand. A maniacally laughter immediately followed.
"Oooohhh, what's this?" Izzy asked. The green skirted girl was hanging from the ceiling above Harold's doorway. Still holding the poster in her hand, Izzy leaped down, landing on all fours like a cat next to Harold.
"It's a wanted poster for Duncan and Courtney." Harold told Izzy, watching with nervous caution as the crazy teen circled around him. "I'm post copies around town to see if anyone's seen them. I mean…it's hard to miss a pair of tarantulas in Canada, don't you think?"
Izzy read the bottom of the poster. An eyebrow rose and a giggle escaped. "Heehee! You're saying they're your pets?"
Harold pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, scowling. "After last night, it's safe to say that this story is a lot more believable." The skinny teen snatched the paper from Izzy's hands, and stared at it while unleashing a depressed sigh. "Everybody thinks I'm insane…even LeShawna."
Izzy gave Harold's shoulder a comforting pat. "Aaww, that's not true. I think you're just as sane as I am!"
Harold's expression grew even more depressed. "Jeez…thanks."
"Izzy! I'm all durn, eh!" a heavily accented voice called out. Ezekiel came running up with a cardboard box under his arm.
Izzy's demeanor immediately transformed. She smiled brightly at Ezekiel and spoke to him in a strange, mystic voice. "Ah, you have collected the last of Mama Juju's assistants!"
Harold shot Ezekiel a questionable look. "Mama Juju?"
Ezekiel shrugged his shoulders. "She's the Voodoo queen of all Canada, eh." He explained in a nonchalant way as if he was already used to Izzy using the title. She had been ordering him to call her that all morning while he helped Izzy find her...assistants.
Harold resisted the urge to groan out loud. The last thing they needed was Izzy creating a whole new personality, especially one that involved voodoo. "What assistants are you talking about?" he dared to ask.
A wide, toothy smile spread across the redhead girl's face. Harold immediately knew he would heavily regret asking.
"Spiders." She answered.
Harold blinked, trying to make sure he heard right. "Spiders?"
Izzy nodded. "Yep! Spiders! Turns out, Zekey here is top notched at hunting down spiders!" She patted the box under Ezekiel's arm as she said this. Ezekiel actually looked proud at this little fact.
Harold, on the hand, eyed the box warily. "Uh, why exactly did you guys collect a bunch of spiders?"
Izzy snatched the box from Ezekiel and stroked its surface as she spoke in her southern, Mama Juju voice. "Ahhh, do you not see? These spiders shall help us seek out Duncan and Courtney. They and the spiders are cousins now, all connected in the giant spider web of life!"
Ezekiel and Harold just stared, each boy giving Izzy a strange expression.
"O…okay. Gosh, that sounds great, Izzy." Harold said, shooting his friend a small, nervous smile and backing away. He pointed at his poster. "You do that and I'll go post this poster up."
"What are you kids doing?" asked a voice from behind Harold. The teens whirled around and saw Billy, Chris' intern, watching them.
"Just talking, gosh!" Harold replied in slightly annoyed tones. It wasn't as if Billy was that much older than them. He was only like twenty or something.
Billy ignored him and pointed a finger at box Izzy was holding. "Is that a package from home?" he asked.
Izzy, Ezekiel, and Harold shot each other sideways glances. "Uhhhh…"
The intern didn't wait for them to answer. "Izzy, now you know Chris' rules. All packages from home must be examined by authority figures before opened." He reached over and took the package from Izzy.
"Uh, Billy, I don't think you want to open that." Harold warned, taking a step back.
Billy ignored the younger boy and opened the box. Hundreds of tiny spiders immediately crawled out and covered the intern. Billy dropped the box and ran down the hallway, covered in spiders and screaming his head off. Izzy bolted after him.
"Hey! Come back with my spiders!" she yelled, chasing at him. Ezekiel followed her, leaving Harold with a bewildered look on his face. He stared down the hallway for a couple more seconds before giving a shrug and turning to resume his intentions on making copies of his poster. As he turned around, Harold accidently knocked into someone. He fell to the ground, letting go of his paper in the process.
Harold heard the crush of someone gripping the poster. "What do we have here loser?"
Still lying on his butt on the ground, Harold paused from rubbing the side of his head at the sound of the familiar voice and stared at the ground, green eyes wide, not wanting to look up.
Don't let it be him. Don't let it be him. Don't let it be him." Harold prayed, eyes closed as he slowly lifted his head. He opened his eyes and saw Duncan's face, which was really Justin's, looking down at him with a cruel sneer on his face. Even though Justin's body was identical to that of Duncan's, his eyes and voice were still the same.
"Rats, it's him." Harold grumbled. The geek lifted him self off the ground, standing up fearlessly against the more muscled teen. He extended his arm, palm opened.
"Give it back, imposter!" Harold demanded. Even though the nerd was weaker and scrawnier than Justin, after his experience with Duncan during season one and season two of the show, Harold was determined not be pushed around any more.
Justin ignored him and stretched paper out in front of his face to read it. When Justin lowered the poster, his expression was stormy and dark.
"What the heck is this?" the delinquent-faced model growled, thrusting his free hand roughly into Harold's skinny chest. Harold stumbled, glaring angrily at Justin after he found is footing.
"I'm informing the public of your lies and treachery!" announced Harold.
Justin gave a dark chuckle. "By posting up a lost pet poster?" He crumbled the poster up into a ball, ignoring Harold's loud "Hey!", and threw it to the ground.
"What did I tell you about trying to get in our way?" Justin asked, taking a menacing step towards Harold. A flash of fear hit Harold. Ever since last night, Justin, no longer confined by the restrictions of having a perfect body, had taken a thrill in acting in Duncan's place as the bully of the show. That morning, the model had discovered the joys of wedgies, wet-willies, pantsing, and many other juvenile acts, all that he had been unwilling do earlier out of vanity. Now with Duncan's body, it was possible.
"I always wanted to try giving out a swirly." Justin snidely remarked, leering over the nerd. "Care to take a head trip down the hotel toilet?"
Justin took a sideways glance at a mirror hanging in the hallway. He unleashed a frightened squeal at his reflection and instantly punched it, cracking it.
Despite his newfound bullying abilities, Justin still couldn't stand seeing his new hideous face. Most of the mirrors in the hotel had suffered from this little fact.
Harold took this opportunity to make a dash for it. He ran down the hallway towards the elevator. "You and Heather won't get away with what you did to Duncan and Courtney!"
"We already have nerd." Justin said. He stomped his foot on top of Harold's crumbled poster, crushing it to the ground. "We already have." With those final words, Justin pursued after the nerd like a snake slithering after a mouse.
After the hallway was clear and silent, one of the doors opened and Bridgette slowly crept out.
"Harold?" she stared in the direction where Justin and Harold had ran off, turquoise eyes wide with disbelief at what she had just seen and heard through behind closed door. None of what the conversation she had heard made any sense. Harold was accusing Duncan of teaming up with Heather and doing something with Courtney and…Duncan? Last night Harold was talking about Justin and Heather teaming up and coming up with an evil voodoo plan. Why was he changing the story? Why did Duncan seem to be going along with it?
"What's going on here?" Bridgette whispered. She took a step forward and heard something crush under her foot. The blonde surfer girl looked down and lifted her foot; there was a crumpled piece of paper under it.
Bridgette picked up the paper and held it to her face, staring in curious bewilderment at the two pictures drawn on it of two tarantulas that looked oddly familiar. Harold's ridiculous and unbelievable story from last night echoed in her mind.
"What's yah looking at Bridge?" Geoff asked, walking up to his beloved girlfriend with two soda cans in hand. He leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek.
"I…I…I gotta go!" Bridgette ducked from Geoff's lips causing him to accidentally fall to the ground, and hurried down the hallway towards the elevator, paper still in her hand. Bridgette felt bad for leaving Geoff, but she couldn't have him distracting her at the moment. They'd kiss and make out later; right now she needed to get down to the lobby and ask someone for an extra card key, but not to her own hotel room. No, it was Courtney's she needed to see. Something was wrong with her best friend and she needed to find out what.
As much as Bridgette didn't want to admit it, she was beginning to believe the unbelievable.
Miles away, deep in the Canadian forest in Wananaka Island, three small creatures were continuing their journey to Camp Wananaka, the setting for season one of the hit reality show, Total Drama Island. Two former contestants of the show, Duncan and Courtney, were reluctantly being led back to the place of drama-filled nightmares by their friend DJ's former pet bunny, Bunneh, in order to seek help from the only person left at the old campsite, Chef. Like it or not, they needed the old, grizzled chef's help in order to change back from tarantulas to human again.
Hopefully, if spider couple were lucky, they wouldn't end up in a stew after asking for Chef's help.
"So after the whole mall incident and after I got my pet tarantula, Scruffy, my brother started dating the girl working at the mall ice cream parlor." Duncan said to Bunneh.
As they trudged across the mossy forest floor, Duncan was crawling side by side with Bunneh while Courtney followed behind. The two males had bonded greatly over the course of the day due mainly due mostly to their similar crude sense of humor and, in Courtney's opinion, ogre-ish behavior. At the moment, Duncan was telling Bunneh about an incident from his childhood that involved the mall, Scruffy, and his older brother dating some ice cream girl.
"Was she hot?" Bunneh excitedly asked the smaller male.
"Absolutely smoking!" answered Duncan, outlining womanly curves in the air with his front legs. Bunneh unleashed a wolf-whistle.
Walking a few steps behind the two buddies, Courtney gave an irritated groan, holding a leg to her temple as she suppressed a headache caused by listening to those two idiots for hours.
"You know, Bunneh," she grumbled, glaring at the boys walking ahead of her and swiping a long blade of grass away from her face. "You were a lot cuter when you didn't talk!"
Bunneh and Duncan were oblivious to her irritation….or else didn't care.
"Not only that," Duncan continued with his story, "but she always gave me free ice cream whenever my brother took me along to visit her." A dreamy expression spread across Duncan's face as food-filled memories floated into his mind. "Chocolate...rocky road…banana slits with cherries and sprinkles…whipped cream…" His mouth began to water. "…marshmallows…gummi worms….ooohhhh…" Duncan moaned in pleasure, licking his lips at the thought of the sugary sweet treats.
Courtney's stomach unleashed a giant growl. Unable to take it any longer, Courtney pressed her front legs against the sides of her head, threw her head back, and yelled, "Oh, shut up, Duncan! I'm starving back here!"
Neither Duncan nor Courtney had anything to eat since breakfast at the hotel yesterday morning. Evening had fallen by now, streaking the purple-blue sky with strands of pink. A pale full moon hung above the treetops and a few stars had begun to shine. Though there was still some sunlight left, down on the forest floor, shadowed over by the tree branches, it was becoming quite dark. Of course, only thing that the two teenagers were aware of at the moment was that it was dinner time, and they had nothing to show for it.
Duncan stopped crawling and leaned his back against a rock. Thinking about food had been a bad idea. Now his stomach was complaining, rumbling and sending up shots of pain. As he patted his protesting stomach, Duncan noticed a group of gnats and mosquitoes fly over him. For some odd reason, the boy found himself thinking about how absolutely delicious the bugs looked.
The mohawked tarantula clacked his fangs down once, as if testing them out, and then gave his silk filled abdomen a curious backwards glance, giving it an experimental wiggle.
"Well, I have the right equipment." He commented. Duncan glanced back up at the juicy looking bugs flying around and hungrily licked his lips. The tarantula began climbing up the tree.
Courtney saw Duncan scaling up the tree trunk and called for Bunneh to halt. "What in the world are you doing now?" she yelled up at him. Bunneh just watched.
Duncan had chambered upon the center of one of the tree branches. Below him flew a dark, buzzing cloud of flying insects. "Pipe down, Princess! I'm trying to snatch up some grub!"
Courtney scrunched up her face in disgust. "Eeeeewww! That's revolting, Duncan!"
Duncan drew out a long thread of string from his spider abdomen and began to fiddle with it. "Compared to the gruel Chef makes us eat, the stuff down there will be like a delicious, exotic appetizer." the spider teen stated, tying the silk thread into a lasso.
Duncan looked down at the cloud of bugs buzzing below. He spotted a particularly fat horse fly, after taking careful aim, spun the lasso in air and let it fly. The horse fly saw it coming and lazily buzzed away. The only thing Duncan caught was empty air.
"Darn it!" he gave a frustrated yell. Duncan spotted a firefly flashing by. "Okay," he said, eyeing the meal hungrily, "Let's try something a little different."
Crouching low to the tree bark like a lion on the prowl, Duncan slowly scampered down the length the branch, four eyes narrowed with intense concentration as he kept his sights on the firefly. When Duncan reached the end of the branch, he turned around so that his back was facing the direction of the firefly.
"It's not going to work." Courtney said in an annoying sing-songy voice, already guessing what he was doing.
"Nobody asked you." Duncan replied in the same sing-songy voice, turning his head to watch the firefly and wiggling his butt until the aim was perfect. When the firefly flew near, Duncan shot a jet of spider silk from his abdomen straight at the glowing insect.
Before the string of silk could hit it, the firefly dodged away; instead of hitting the firefly, Duncan's jet of silk smashed into a twig sprouting from the branch behind where the firefly had been flying. The spider silk retracted back into Duncan's abdomen, snapping off the twig from its branch, and sending it flying into Duncan's backside.
"AIYH!" Duncan yelped as the twig slammed into his back, knocking him down. He heard laughter from below- from both Courtney and Bunneh.
Courtney was holding a leg to her face, giggling gleefully at Duncan's unsuccessful bug catching attempts. "You know, you could always try making a web like a regular spider." She suggested.
Duncan rolled over onto his back, knocking the twig over, and shouted down at Courtney. "Oh yeah? Well, I'd like to see you try!"
Courtney crossed her front legs across her chest, turned away, and said, "Just because I've turned into a tarantula, doesn't mean I'm going to start eating like one!"
Up on the branch, Duncan shrugged at her response. "Suit yourself, sweet legs." He smirked and turned his back to her, commenting loudly, "Probably for the best since there's no way you'd be able to stomach it."
Courtney's eyes popped wide open as an expression of indignation spread across her face.
"WHAT?" she whirled around and shouted up at the tree. "Just because I don't want to eat a disgusting bug, doesn't mean I can't!"
The male tarantula chuckled. "Surrrrreee you can, Miss. I-Afraid-To-Eat-Squishy-Green-Jello."
"That's completely different!" Courtney argued. "I've eaten the same foul stuff Chef's just like you have!"
"Puh-lease!" Duncan scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You totally skipped out on the Brunch of Disgustingness from season one. If you'd made it that far, then you would have spazzed even worse than party boy during that vomit fest."
"I would have survived that challenge fine." said Courtney in a smug manner. "Even though I may not have a stomach of steel like Owen, I do have an unstoppable will of steel!"
"…You still can't eat a bug." Duncan retorted in a quiet voice, smirking.
"Yes I can!" snapped Courtney. "You just watch me!" she swiftly crawled over to the tree opposite of Duncan's and began to climb up the trunk in a speedy fashion, fueled by
her competitive nature. "I'll catch twice as many bugs as you and eat them three times as fast!"
Duncan happily accepted the challenge. "Bring it on!" he cried, confident that he'd be able to beat her. It was obvious that he was a ten times better tarantula than she would ever be. "You couldn't even catch a gnat!"
Courtney was putting the finishing touches on her spider web. "Just so you know, when my web is filled overflowing with delicious, creepy-crawly delicacies, you're not having a single bite!"
Duncan pulled out a long thread of silk and attached one end to the branch. "Who needs webs? I'm doing it extreme style!" he hung on to the other end of the silk thread and leaped off the branch, swinging across the air using the silk thread. As he swung, Duncan opened his mouth wide to catch any bugs that he swung past. "Aaaahhhhhh!"
"Oh, no you don't!" Courtney would not let Duncan beat her. She pulled out a long thread of silk and did the same thing.
From the ground, Bunneh watched in fascination as the spider couple swung like Tarzan and Jane back and forth from tree to tree using their silk thread, mouth opened wide and yelling as they tried to catch some bugs in their mouths.
Suddenly, both Duncan and Courtney were swinging towards the same bug at the same time. They noticed when it was too late.
"AAAAGGHHHHH!" screamed Courtney as she swung towards Duncan.
"AAAGGGHHH!" Duncan yelled as his silk thread sailed straight towards Courtney.
Bunneh squeezed his eyes shut and turned away, anticipating what was about to happen.
KA-BOOM!
The two tarantulas collided in midair, entangling themselves in a mess of sticky silk threads and sixteen tangled up spider legs.
"Well, will you look at this? It's like the paint-ball challenge all over again." Duncan dryly commented, trying to push two of Courtney's legs out of his face. "All that's missing are the fake antlers."
Courtney kicked one of her legs into the back of Duncan's head. "Stop taking a trip down memory lane and help me get out of here!" She struggled to free her front leg from the silk threads. Duncan was elbowed in the process.
"Ouch! Stop struggling! Let me!"
"Ow! That was my eye, you ogre!"
"You're making this more difficult than it is! Just let me move my leg a little ov…"
"Stop moving! You're making it worse!"
Bunneh hopped up below the suspended spider couple.
"Oh wow! That whole show was AWESOME!" the rabbit yelled, smiling up at his two buddies. "You two should totally pull that stunt off back at the show. But make it more hard core! Maybe put some explosives…a shark tank…ooh! How about a hot tub of boiling maple syrup?"
"Bunneh…." Courtney growled in low, threatening tones.
Bunneh quickly shut his mouth, taking note of the female's rage. He'd save his ideas for later. "Okay, I'll get you guys down." The little bunny narrowed his eyes and bend out his knees, sticking his tongue out as he put on an expression of deep concentration. "Now, you fellas hold still!"
Duncan eyed the rabbit curiously from his trappings. "Uhh, Bunneh? What are you…"
Before Duncan could finish his question, Bunneh let out a loud, vicious war cry and leaped up in the air. Once up, Bunneh gave the silk entanglement that Duncan and Courtney were trapped in a hard karate kick, yelling, "HI-YAH!" The kick sent the spider couple and their trappings spinning around in midair, tangling the two up even more.
Bunneh jumped up again and karate chopped it. "KA-POW!"
Duncan and Courtney let out muffled screams as they were spun around by Bunneh's futile assaults.
"Don't worry, I almost have out!" Bunneh reassured them. He jumped up a third time and gave the tangled mass of spider and silk another hard kick. "SHA-DO!"
Bunneh landed back on the ground with a proud expression on his face. "How's that?" he called up to Duncan and Courtney.
Bunneh's pathetic attempts at helping the couple get untangle only made the two tarantulas get tangled up in the silk threads worse. Now, there was nothing more than a large silk ball hanging by a single thread with two sets of eyes and a bunch of twitching legs poking out through the gaps. The two sets of eyes, one pair dark and the other blue, blinked down angrily at Bunneh.
"Do we really need to answer that?" a Duncan's voice angrily muffled through the constricting wall of silk thread.
"You know what we need to fix this?" Bunneh asked after tapping his head for a few seconds. "A SHARP CARROT! Carrots fix everything! I'll be right back!" Without another word, the rabbit hopped off and disappeared through the bushes, leaving Duncan and Courtney trapped and hanging.
The dark set of eyes narrowed and glared over at the blue set.
"I hope you know that this is all your fault!" Courtney grumbled in a muffled voice.
The blue set of eyes rolled in agitation. "My fault…it's always my fault! You're the one that ran into me!"
"That was my bug and you tried stealing it!"
"Your bug? What do you mean your bug! That was my dinner!"
"I saw it first!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
Suddenly a deep, heavily accented voice spoke out, cutting short their argument.
"Ni figa sebe! What do we have here? A spider and his lady stuck in their own sticky trap. Hohoho, a bit too much rough and tumble in the web, da, if you know I mean. Haha."
Duncan and Courtney's grunts and movement grew silent as they froze and flicked their eyes back and forth, warily looking for the source of the loud voice.
"Who said that?" Courtney asked in a nervous voice.
The bushes behind the spider couple shook and a large, furry brown creature came stomping forward, shaking the ground with every giant pawstep. The tarantulas felt a dark shadow fall over them. They twisted their silk prison around and gasped in horror, eyes stretched out in fear. Standing over them was a giant brown bear.
The two teens redoubled their effort to free themselves, frantically struggling around, swinging their entangled prison back and forth as they tried to escape and flee from the monstrous creature before them.
The large brown bear frowned as he watched them struggled and leaned forward, sniffing his large black nose at the spider couple.
"Get away from us!" Courtney shrilly screamed. "Don't eat us!"
"Don't come any closer man!" Duncan warned, furiously glaring at the beast. "Stick that nose near us and the fangs are coming out! I'll do to you the same thing I did to that featherbag from last night!"
To both their surprise, the bear chuckle a rumbling good-natured chuckle at Duncan's words. In a Russian-accented voice, the bear spoke.
"I see your boyfriend is very protective of you, little nayka." The bear told Courtney with a big smile on his muzzle.
The poor creature was immediately bombarded with outcries of rage and indignation.
"He is not my boyfriend! I would never go out…"
"Protecting her? Pheesh! I could care less about what happens to…"
The bear held up his giant paws, gesturing for them to be silent. "Now, now, quiet down you two lovebugs. I can hardly hear a single word you're saying. Allow me to release you so that we can have a real conversation, da?"
Leaning forward, the bear drew out one long, sharp claw and gently sliced it over the silk threads surrounding Duncan and Courtney. The couple winced when the claws sliced over them, but immediately let out sighs of relief when the shredded threads fell to the ground. Duncan and Courtney fell as well, but were caught by the bear's wide, extended paw.
"Much better, da?" the bear said, grinning down at the two spiders. He gently placed the grateful arachnids on the ground before placing a paw to his furry chest and addressing them. "Privet comrades! Allow me to introduce my rugged self. I am known as Molotov!"
"Molotov?" Duncan's blue eyes lit up as he recognized the name. He pointed a front leg up at the towering bear. "I know you! You're that Russian circus bear that LeShawna beat at the log rolling challenge!"
"Ex-circus bear, eto horosho."' Molotov corrected, waving a claw at the delinquent. "And yes, I am one and the same." The circus bear suspiciously narrowed his dark, beady eyes and leaned his vast head down close to the two tarantulas. "But I am curious to know how you two naykas know. Spiders do not watch television, net.
"Well, we're not spiders." Duncan said, gesturing towards himself. "We're humans! Old contestants from the show you were in. Remember? I'm Duncan, the guy with the green mohawk."
"You mean the bratka that got his popka bitten off by turtles!"
"Exactly!" Duncan's smile turned into a confused frown. He gave the bear a weird look. "Wait…wha?"
"This idiot here," Courtney said in taunting tones, gesturing towards Duncan, "got himself changed into a tarantula by a greedy, diabolical former contestant who wanted to steal his million dollar prize."
Duncan and the Molotov glanced at each other, Duncan flashing the bear a laid back, devil-may-care smirk. The ex-circus gave a hearty laugh, giving the delinquent spider a pat on the back.
"Haha, well isn't that a bit of tuffshitski!" the bear seemed more impressed than worried by their situation.
"Then he changed me into one," Courtney continued, "And now we're on our way back to Camp Wananaka to get Chef's…" she was cut off by Molotov's thunderous voice.
"Halt, Shishka!" Molotov ordered, raising a paw for Courtney to stop talking. "You and Bratka are wanting to go to the old stinky campsite, da?"
Courtney quickly nodded, staring up at the giant bear with a slightly fearful expression on her spider face.
The bear lowered himself down on all fours and gave the spider couple on the ground a stern stare like a grandfather lecturing his grandkids. "You two are heading off in the wrong direction! Who's the kretin who told you to go this way?"
At that moment, Bunneh came leaping out of the bushes, beaming like a mad hare and pointing a finger at the carrot in his paw.
"I FOUND THE CARROT!"
Duncan and Courtney shot the rabbit frosty glares. Courtney folded her front legs over her chest, dark eyes narrowed in annoyance.
"Bunneh…" she was using her deadly tones again. "Molotov here is saying that you've been leading us in the wrong direction."
Bunneh's eyes flicked back and forth in panic for a second. Then he bit into the carrot and leaned against a tree trunk, adopting a careful free attitude.
"Come on! You believe this giant, stinky mass of fur and teeth more than your old show buddy, cute and cuddly, little old me?" Bunneh asked, spraying bits of chewed up carrot as he spoke.
"YES!"
Bunneh actually fell back in surprise at their immediate and loud answer.
"First rule of the forest, comrades," Molotov told the two teens, "Never take directions from a rabbit, especially a foul, disgusting little krolik that even snakes, eagles, and sharks spit out after eating."
"I HEARD THAT!" Bunneh shouted, raising an indignant paw in the air. A loud, watery burp followed afterwards.
Molotov ignored the rabbit and gave a loud whistle that echoed throughout the forest. "Second rule of the forest," the bear said, as hundreds of tiny glowing fireflies began to light up the forest, "one is never lost when you have the right friends showing you the way."
Duncan, Courtney, and Bunneh each stared up at the beautiful sight, faces bathed in golden light by the hundreds of glowing insects.
"Wow…" Duncan breathed, awestruck by the wondrous, unbelievable sight. It was like a having stars pulled down from the night sky. How could he have ever even considered trying to eat one of these little guys?
The boy tarantula took a sideways glance over at Courtney and felt his heart skip a beat. Her head was tilted upwards with an expression of sincere wonder shining upon her mocha-colored face. Warm golden light outlined Courtney's delicate features, but was outshined completely by the smile on her face and the blissful twinkle in her four dark eyes as she gazed up the breathtaking sight above. Tarantula or not, Duncan could not think of creature more lovely at this moment.
"It's beautiful," Courtney said, eyes wide with wonder as a firefly floated over her head.
Molotov nodded in agreement, his head and gaze lifted heavenward. "Da Shishka. It is very beautiful, very krasivaya, da. Don't you agree, Bratka?" the bear asked Duncan.
Still staring at Courtney, Duncan couldn't help but agree.
"Yeah…" he said as a small smile spread across his face, "totally krasivaya."
The tender moment was ruined by Bunneh's obnoxious voice.
"So are we heading out or what?" the rabbit impatiently asked. "We don't have all night!"
"The little kretin is right." Molotov said. He gathered up Duncan and Courtney and placed the spider couple on top of his furry back. "Come! We must not fool away! The fireflies shall lead us in the right direction!"
"You know," Bunneh said as he hopped after the lumbering bear and the trail of floating fireflies. "I do know a short cut if you guys want to…"
"NO BUNNEH!"
Yep, Molotov, the bear from the episode "No Pain, No Game" is taking the part of Ray for this story. I thought somebody would have guessed it because they both have different accents from the rest of the cast. For all those who are well knowledged in astrology, you might be able to guess who Evangeline is before the next real chapter.
I had a great time researching some Russian words and phrases that Molotov would say in the story. Here is a small glossary of the words used in this chapter:
"Ni figa sebe!": a exclamation of surprise like "OMG!"
"Da": Yes
"Nayka":Spider
"Privet": Hello
"Bratka": Brother, friend, Bro
"eto horosho": Thank you.
"popka": Butt
"tuffshitski": Big trouble
"Shishka": Someone very important.
"kretin": Idiot
"krolik": Rabbit
"krasivaya": Beautiful
Forgive me if I got anything of the words wrong. I'm not Russian and all I have for sources is the internet. If you guys want, I can make another alternate/bonus chapter with the crew singing "Gonna Take You," from the movie, though it would be a short chapter since the song isn't very long and is very repetitive.
Anywho, hope you guys enjoyed the newest installment! Please read and review!