spyropik: Hey readers! (gets hit with a boot)

Random Audience Member (RAM): You've said that every other chapter!

spyropik: (pulls out death ray) You want to say that again?

RAM: No. (Sits down)

spyropik: Anyways, (puts away death ray gun), here's the next chapter.

RAM: (gets back up again) You're an idiot!

spyropik: (snarls) Why don't you read the chapter while I take care of business... (runs after RAM)


Chapter 4: A Snap to Reality

Spyro and Cynder hurtled through time and space, as that is what happens when you jump in a portal, until they came out through another portal.

"Hmm..." Spyro looked around. "This doesn't look like the Dragon Isles resort."

"I agree," Cynder replied. "It looks like... someone built wooden structures all over for no apparent reason."

"There's a sign," Spyro announced. "I'll go see what it says." After reading the sign, Spyro returned to Cynder. "It says 'Bus 1612, $0.65 one-way, Last stop, 9:35 P.M at Lake'. What is a bus and what time is it right now?"

Cynder looked around until she spotted a digital clock. "According to that light, it's 9:30 PM."

Spyro started to run. "We can catch that bus!"

At exactly 9:35 PM, the bus pulled up. Spyro and Cynder walked onto the bus, attracting a few stares. Spyro heard a whisper of conversation, "Is that a dragon?" Spyro turned around and said, "Yes, I am a dragon" a little too loudly. All conversations on the bus stopped. Everyone turned to stare at Spyro. Spyro, embarrassed, turned around to where Cynder was talking to the bus driver.

"$0.65, exactly," rumbled the bus driver.

"Hmm..." Cynder said. "I don't have any of this money, but I do have some gems." And with that, she pulled out a green gem. The driver's eyes bulged out, and he stared at the gem.

"Can I really have that?" he said, barely more than a whisper.

"Sure," said Cynder, puzzled. "I'm not sure what you're so excited about. From where we come from, that's only worth about a stick of gum." At that, the driver started drooling. As he realized that he was driving a bus full of people, he picked up the microphone and said, "Attention all passengers. This is the last stop for today. Please get off." All of the passengers filed off, some grumbling and shooting hateful looks at Spyro and Cynder. After everyone got off, the driver turned around and said to Cynder, "Where to?"

Cynder shot a glance at Spyro, who only remembered one stop. "Lake."

"All right," said the bus driver. As he was driving, he said to himself, "I'm gonna be rich off this emerald!"

Meanwhile, in the seats, Spyro and Cynder bumped around. Cynder yelled, "Are all of your strange vehicles this bumpy?"

The bus driver yelled back, "No, you should see cars. They ride very smoothly," which only proceeded to confuse Spyro and Cynder even more. Eventually, they pulled up to a stop. "Lake," announced the bus driver.

Spyro looked out the window. "There's no lake around here."

The bus driver rolled his eyes. "It's Lake Street. Seriously, where do you guys come from?"

"We come from..." Spyro started to say before getting his mouth shut by Cynder. "We come from a place where they don't have cars or buses or streets."

"Oh, an Amish place," the bus driver said. "Well, good night."

Cynder led Spyro off the bus. When she was sure no one was around, she said to Spyro, "You can't just give us away! They'd probably capture us!"

"Oh, well," Spyro said, and started to make his way across the street. Suddenly, a car bolted past, and Spyro jumped back. "Cyn, what is that thing?"

"I don't know," Cynder said, "Maybe a black metal beast? No matter what it is, let's go find someplace to sleep." So, avoiding more of the cars, Spyro and Cynder made their way across the street to many houses. There, they walked up to house number 77976 and fell asleep on the porch.


spyropik: (puff) I finally caught him! (Holds up severed head)

(Half of crowd cheers, the other half screams and runs)

spyropik: The only reason that Spy and Cyn weren't found out is that they changed into human clothes that they strangely found in their suitcases. Yay for plothole fillers!

So, why house number 77976? I'll give you a king-sized chocolate bar if you can figure it out. Hint: Phone.

Anyways, please review and visit my profile. I'll even let you throw boots at me! (gets hit on the head) Maybe not... (runs away)

~spyropik