CHAPTER 3: OFF TO FACELONG

After many hours of driving, Fatty bought down the red beast from sky. As they got off the bike, a yellow Teletubby named Laa-Laa approached them.

"You know where bounce ball is?" said Laa-Laa stupidly.

"No," said Fatty tersely, "go away!"

"Mean man! Not nice!"

Fatty cracked his knuckles.

"Get ready for a knuckle sandwich!"

"No! Laa-Laa want custard sandwich!"

"Oh, you've just crossed the line, you little thing!"

"Would you like to join the Lollipop Guild..., wait, that Munc-"

Before Laa-Laa had time to finish her sentence, Fatty picked her up and scrunched her up into a tiny ball, then threw her onto a hill that she rolled down.

Fatty dusted his hands, wiped the sweat off his face and started to walk towards a dank, dark, moist, clammy, humid, small, claustrophobia-inducing, black tunnel.

"This tunnel is very dank, dark, moist, clammy, humid, small, claustrophobia-inducing and black," remarked Larry.

"Yes, it is," replied Fatty as they walked into the tunnel, popping out of it a couple of seconds later.

After the black blackness of the tunnel, the scene that lay before him amazed Larry. In sharp contrast to the tunnel, it was very dank, dark, moist, clammy, humid and small.

An old toothless man popped up, waving a cane in the air.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, "that doesn't make sense!"

Fatty approached the man and kicked him in the backside, causing him to rocket away.

"Nothing ever makes sense in a parody!" said Fatty.

"Hey Fatty," stated Larry, "why do you keep on changing personality?"

"I don't know," retorted Fatty, "probably because of the author's lack of ability to create utterly believable characters with proper personalities."

Anyway, so, they arrived in a tiny, run down train station complete with tiny little shacks that housed the many Facelong students waiting for the train. The sun was hanging low over the horizon, signaling that it was nearing nighttime. Small wisps of mist lay low over the landscape, which disappeared in small puffs of grey as Larry and Fatty walked their way through them.

Suddenly, there was a loud ringing sound which sliced through the air, accompanied with the churning of the wheels of a train.

"Well, we're just in time," said Fatty as he and Larry drew near to the railroad tracks, gesturing towards the majestic train that was drawing to a halt in front of them, a magnificent plume of smoke escaping out of the funnel located on its roof.

There was a loud squeaking sound as the train halted, and instantly, this sound was replaced by a much louder sound-the sound of many Facelong students hurrying to get on the vehicle. The doors of the train opened inwards, and instantly, several hundreds of students bustled into the train.

"Now, I'll be seeing you later," said Fatty, "you best get on the train now."

"WOOOHOOO!" Larry laughed as he zoomed inside the train, holding his cases in his right hand and in his left, a small flying pig that was sleeping contentedly. Larry loved the pig. It could fly, it was pink, it had wings, it was a pig, and it was really friendly. Buy it at a pet shop near you!

Inside the train, Larry seated himself in a cabin with three red seats and a table set in the centre. Larry lay down his things on the floor and seated himself on one of the chairs, when another student entered the room.

He was the same age as Larry, had red hair, and was wearing a checkered red and black top.

"OMG, OMG, OMG!" said Larry excitedly, "its Rupert Grint! I want your autograph!"

"I'm sorry," replied the boy, giving Larry a questioning look, "I'm not Rupert Grint- my name's CD-Ron!"

"Oh," said Larry disappointedly.

"Well, anyway, may I sit here?"

Larry sighed and said, "Alright then. My name's Larry"

CD-Ron settled himself into one of the chairs, and was just about to pull his PSP out of his pocket when a girl entered the room.

"What is this!" cried Larry, "the dwarf scene in The Hobbit?"

"Um, no," replied the girl curtly, "I was wondering if I could sit here."

"No, that's alright. You can go away now."

"I'm hungry," said CD-Ron.

Instantly, a plump, red cheeked lady appeared, a huge trolley housing a large assortment of sweets in her hands.

"Would you like any sweets, lovelies?" the lady asked.

Larry and CD-Ron leapt up.

"YES!" they said in unison.

CD-Ron and Larry fingered in their pockets but to their dismay, found no coins in them.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed CD-Ron.

The girl smiled. "Will you let me sit here if I buy you the candy?"

"OH BOY!" said CD-Ron, "OF COURSE!

The rosy-cheeked lady turned to the girl.

"What would you like, precious" the lady asked

"I don't know. What would you recommend?" the girl retorted.

"Everything's good here, lovely. I make mouths happy, I do. Come on, don't let hunger happen to you-why don't you try a Snickers?"

"No, thanks. Hey, what are those things there?"

"What, those butterfingers? For display only, I'm sorry. Nobody better lay a figure on those butterfingers!"

The girl sighed.

The confectionary lady started babbling absently to herself.

"I really should start exercising...fitter...skinnier...I have to work, rest, play..."

"Ooooh, may I have a thirty large Milky Ways?"

The lady snapped out of her trance.

"Of course, precious one!"

The lady dived into her trolley and emerged holding thirty Milky Way bars, and promptly handed them over to the girl. Then she zoomed off to the next cabin.

The girl came into the cabin, her hands full with the chocolate bars. She went over to the table and dropped the Milky Ways onto it, creating a loud banging sound that resounded around the tiny area. Instantly, CD-Ron and Larry were on top of the unhealthy snacks, ripping off wrappers and swallowing the bars whole.

Then the chapter ended. Really abruptly.

Aaaah, I just love teletubbies! Remember, leave REVIEWS! (cut me some slack if u think the writing is bad-I'm still only in primary school!) Also, if you have any ideas that I could possibly add to this story feel free to add them in the REVIEW section (but still leave a REVIEW too)