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Gomen Nasai! GOMEN NASAI!
I am so, so sorry for taking so long! That headache I got turned out to be quite ghastly….I went to bed for an early night, and the computer dies on us! DIES! Grrrrrrrrr…..
I won't be able to update any of my stories between Tuesday and Saturday….so again, I'm extremely sorry!
Finally, they had made it. It had taken several hours, but the ship was making landing sequences on the panel.
Mark turned a brighter shade of green as Timmy let out another yelp.
"MARK! Let me outta here!"
"This isn't a manure field for me either, Timmy Turner, you know."
The boy huffed.
"GLAD to hear SOMEONE'S enjoying this."
The alien simply shrugged.
"I'll barf you out sooner or later. I won't forget. Because, if I forgot, you'd get out by-"
Timmy turned pale. Mark went on.
"Dude, you taste kinda funny. Take a bath in secret sauce or somethin'."
"I'll give you secret sauce, you big palooka-"
Mark just shrugged as the ship slowly began its landing sequence on what Timmy Turner knew was to be Yugopotania. Timmy kicked halfheartedly at Mark's glistening stomach wall.
The alien groaned as the door opened, clutching his heaving stomach.
"Dude….I have to keep you hidden. If my people see the chosen warrior-"
"ALL I DID WAS EAT SOME CHOCOL-"
"-they will fear us greatly. It would not take long before panic would spread throughout the citadel."
Turner groaned. He was getting REALLLY claustrophobic in here!
It was bad enough being in the belly of the beast-but the belly of an alien was much more repulsive. The stomach acids in this thing were really kind of disgusting. At least it wasn't melting his OWN insides out-but it certainly smelled worse then Mark's breath-which was really saying something-in here.
"So….why are we stopping here again?"
Mark sighed as he crawled out, tentacles twitching as he casually strolled the dark, grimy, repulsive walkways.
Timmy sighed, leaning back slightly. He could picture it now-the muck, grime, and filth encrusting itself barnacle style against the glass domes with giant, fleshy brains.
Hundreds of green aliens chatting with one another, others stopping at StarYucks for a cup of fresh manure.
Timmy turned slightly green himself.
Maybe it wasn't so bad traveling inside an alien's stomach.
"Hey, Mark, buddy! What's up?"
Mark happily waved at a friend of his, causing Timmy to turn, if possible, even greener.
"Dude…..! Stop-ermph-shaking! You're kinda making me-" Timmy had to focus REALLY hard to keep the contents of his stomach where they belonged.
"You're welcome," whispered Mark with a small smile, before hurrying over to his friend Chad's side.
"Dude….what's up? How are you doin'?"
"Ah, fine. Just stopping by for supplies. Earth food is revolting."
Timmy scowled.
"If you mean by revolting, it doesn't make you want to tear out yur own tongue when you eat it, then YES, it IS revolting!"
* * * * * *Chad raised an eyebrow as Mark's stomach gurgled.
"Dude….I see what you mean. If I didn't know better, I'd say your stomach was yelling at me."
"Hey, Mark….what's with all the spinach? Isn't that a little much to gorge yourself with?"
Mark just smiled at the buffet glass as he ladled another dish of spinach onto his dirty and cracked plate. My, the owner knew how to make a meal unappetizing when she put her mind to it.
"I'm eating for two now, bud."
"Ah." Chad nodded, before his eyes bogged out, and the contents of his mouth ended up on his plate.
"Whhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?"
As Mark helped himself to more spinach, Chad whipped out a cellphone, sniffling slightly as he drew back, whispering into the receiver.
"Hey, guys….?"
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Timmy dodged the slimy green chunks falling into Mark's stomach. Mark groaned again.
"That feels kinda weird. Is my lower intestine SUPPOSED to go there?"
"Hope for your sake, dude."
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The Lord and Landlady of the inn and buffet waved goodbye to Chad and Mark as they exited with full smiles, tentacles waving somewhat daintily in the morning smog.
"Drop us a line, my friend!" called the Landlord.
"Drop dead!" called the Landlady sweetly.
"Stay again soon." Commented the landlord.
"Stay away!" cried the landlady.
"If you're ever coming by again, Prince-" exclaimed the landlord.
"Keep going without stopping." Finished the landlady.
Mark sighed with nostalgia as they swept into the bustling streets.
"Such a nice and courteous welcome. I need to drop by more often."
* * * *"So….where are we goin' now, Mark?"
Mark shrugged.
"Somewhere not too obvious…..so I dunno. I can barf you up in the spaceship."
Mark wasn't sure, but he thought he could hear a sigh of relief coming from his slightly swollen stomach.
"Mark, when I'm done killing you for this, remind me to say thanks."
"Anytime, Turner."
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"Right now, we just need to head inside my room and collect a thing or two," commented Mark, heading towards the royal palace.
It wasn't really hard to find, due to the fact that it was easily the most hideous building on the face of the planet, or, on any other. Timmy groaned.
He was kinda getting used to the wholse stomach thing.
Mark frowned as the door opened.
"Why is it so quiet? Normally, the squids in my mother's garden are singing their delightful chorus by now."
Timmy laughed derisively.
"Dude….they sound like roaring chainsaws."
"I know…..don't they?"
Mark flicked on the lights.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Mark blinked.
Hundreds of aliens were now screaming their heads off before blanching.
Old habits died hard.
"SURPRISE!"
Balloons, streamers, and noisemakers waved out as confetti fell from the ceiling. Mark rubbed his head.
"Uh….hey there."
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Timmy couldn't help but fume as people began to hand Mark presents. Mark's father was wiping his eye.
"I'm….I'm a granddaddy! Me! That makes you…." The king turned to the queen with wide eyes.
"YOU'RE OLD!"
And the Queen smacked him upside the face before turning to the Prince with a bright and eager face.
"I KNEW you would provide us with an heir sooner or later, mucus!"
Timmy nudged Mark slightly. The alien giggled slightly, before whispering to his stomach slightly.
"Dude…..that tickles! Oh…I believe…."Mucus" is the same term you humans use for…" Mark shuddered.
"Honey."
Mark blinked as his parents looked expectantly at him. His father beamed, supporting a brilliantly purple eye.
"I don't know if it's the fact you're whispering to your own stomach, but I fopr one am PROUD! So….I take it firehair, pink eyes, and black slacks is the mother?"
Mark gulped.
"Yeah. Uh…Vicky is the mother of this c-child."
Mark closed his eyes as he felt Timmy projectile vomit into his stomach. The Queen put a hand on Mark's quivering stomach.
"Ooh! I can feel the little guy kick! You said you were expecting a boy?"
Mark shrugged. "Shyeah. Though, I'd be okay if a girl came uaggggghhhhh…."
Timmy had an annoying habit of kicking his insides.
"What kind of baby shower has guests that give you used garbage bags and toilet seats?!"
"Dude…..it was awfully nice of them to pull out all the stops, wasn't it?"
As they boarded the ship, Mark paused-
And vomited Timmy onto the ground as the ship rocketed into the sky.
* * * *So, finally they caught up. It had taken them long enough.
Dark Laser would undoubtedly be pleased that the boy was in the alien's custody. He would be all that more easy to snatch.
The fairies were unable to simply poof at his location-seeing as, while 2/3rds of them were busy vomiting into a nearby trash can, he had slightly….edited their wand spans to no longer recognize Timmy's signal.
Ridiculous-that they would leave such a small, frail, and helpless little boy all on his own….with an adolescent Yugopotatian alien subspecies.
Turner had been little more then a thorn in their side since this whole ridiculous crusade began-but boss was either too asinine, too inadequate, or too busy talking to an electric, flipping Dalmatian to notice or care that he was nothing short of a disgrace.
The Eliminator could prove a problem if he decided to hunt him down. Kanone shivered.
The Darkness was not exactly a play toy to be trifled with…..seeing s it was nothing short of the mother of all bad guys.
But Kanone simply could not understand something, even as he prepared his armguard blaster to Full Liquefy.
Why did the Darkness want Turner ALIVE? All of Turner's enemies-and there was quite a jolly amount of them-usually wanted him DEAD.
So why did the more corrupt, demonic force in the universe, keep chasing every specter of infinity and beyond over some stupid kid, if only to fold the boy to its heart?
Well….he was not yet property of the darkness.
And that meant free dibs.
As Kanone rocketed into the sky, he managed a small smile, fingernails digging into his palms.
He felt the need to kill.