Why, hello again! Yes, I'm back! Gahh, I just really want to upload the whole thing! I'm so excited!!!! Lol.
but this will probably be the last chapter for tonight…probably…hopefully…maybe…possibly…
reviews are appreciated muchly… HINT HINT….
Oh and a few quick AN's – the list of food nudge talks about? Yeah, I listed all that stuff to my friend tia when we were at one of our home games, Lol. Except my list was muuuch longer…
Oh and I gave total one of his little rants! I love those! He's just so cute! Hehe and I gave him a song…I tried to make it cultured for you total…I did my best…
Last one i promise—I LOVE the little play type thing about what every one says! Lol! (overall, I'm pretty satisfied with this chapter)
Ok, fine. On with the story!!! :))
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I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and pasted a smile on my face. "Wake up, my sleeping beauties! Oh. And sleeping dogs!" I called to Angel, Total, and Nudge, as I searched through my backpack to find something for breakfast. Coming up with only a couple of granola bars and some dried fruit, I tossed them at Iggy, calling, "Hey, Ig, think fast!" He caught them perfectly from where he was sitting by the fire, and felt each item.
As I gathered up every one's stuff, and shoved it into various backpacks, Total came trotting up to me, fuming. "Sleeping dog?!" He raged. "Sleeping DOG?! I will have you know that I am a purebred canine, one of the highest quality hounds you will ever meet! And I do not see fit to call a genuine piece of living art such a demoralizing, uncultured, insigni-"
"Total," I said. "Chill."
He just glared at me and sniffed, before trotting away to slurp up some water Angel held in cupped hands for him. Now if that isn't a genuine piece of living art, I don't know what is.
Tossing each flock member a pack, I grabbed a granola bar from Iggy, and watched as my flock chewed their meager breakfast. "So what's the plan, Max?" Nudge asked me between bites of banana. "Are we gonna bust into an Itex headquarters? Are we gonna beat some flyboy butt? Are we gonna get our nails done and go shopping and eat some of those cute little mini cakes?"
"Cupcakes?" Angel offered, Total still snarfing water from her hands.
"Yeah!" Nudge said with her mouth full. "Cupcakes! And some little wiener sausages and French fries and Pop-tarts and bean burritos and…" It's amazing how these kids can go from talking about fighting evil, earth-
destroying scientists to cupcakes in the same breath.
"Sorry, Nudge, no cupcakes today. We're going to head back to my mom's house to see if she can fix Fang's foot." This statement brought all levels of enthusiasm.
The younger kids were beside themselves with glee. Nudge and Angel were going on about seeing Ella and cookies and food and whatnot, while Total had started
singing "Climb Every Mountain" from the Sound of Music (I think he was a little excited about seeing Akila), Iggy was grumbling about how much Fang weighed,
Gazzy was rejoicing over finally being able to make a bomb out of some "good" materials (which I quickly put a stop to), and Fang was giving me the darn-I-thought-
you-forgot-about-my-foot-and-now-I'm-going-to-be-all-grumpy-because-I-don't-like-being-in-a-1,000-foot-radius-of-Jeb look. Well, too bad, bub. Don't get me wrong,
Jeb's not my favorite person either, but ever since I found out he wasn't the voice in my head, he's been moved up on my list.
But only a little.
So basically, this is what our little encampment sounded like:
Nudge: OMG, OMG, we get to see Ella again!
Max: Calm down, Nudge.
Angel: Yay, we get beds and food and warm clothes!
Max: Yes, Angel.
Total: Cliiiimmmmb everrrrry mouuuntaaaain, fooorrrd everrry streeeeam! Follow eveeerrrrry raaainbooow, till you find your dreeeeeam!
Max: Shut up, Total.
Iggy: Jeez, Fang, what have you been eating? Bricks?
Max: Iggy…
Fang: Shut up, Iggy.
Max: Fang…
Nudge: OMG! COOKIES!
Max: Calm down, Nudge.
Fang: I can fly on my own! I don't need you and Max to carry me!
Max: Uh. Yeah. You do.
Iggy: Testify, sista!
Max: Shut up, Iggy.
Gazzy: Yess! Finally! Some real bomb-making materials! I wonder if Dr. Martinez has any ammonia or Coke or hydrothermic acid…
Max: Gazzy! NO BOMB-MAKING!
Gazzy: Sorry, Max. (In hushed tones) Hey, Ig! Think Dr. M will have any hydrothermic acid?
Max: Sigh…
Total: A dreeeeam that will neeeed all the loooove you can giiiiive! Eveeeerydaaaay of your liiifffe, for as looong as you liiiiiive!
Max: Shut up, Total!
Now I don't about you, but I'm starting to sense a pattern here…
Honestly. All this leader stuff, a little running from crazed evil scientists, a few fights to the death… it all ages a girl.
Finally, I managed to get it under control—by bribing Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy with future cookies, promising Iggy that I'd carry Fang most of the way (Fang was not very cooperative about this), and stuffing Total in my backpack--a new technique to make him shut up that I never tried before! (I always try to make it a point to learn something new everyday).
And so, with that, we were on our merry way. Where all you could hear was the wind whooshing past your ears, birds singing… and a muffled, "Cliiiimmmb eveeerrry mouuntaaaain, fooorrrd eveeeerrry streeeeam! Follooow eveeeerrry raaaaainboooow, till you fiiiiinnnd your dreeeeam!"
Help. Me.