Greetings, Earthlings, and welcome to the fifth chapter in my very highly acclaimed (by my poodle) Underland Chronicles parody! And I am so so so sorry about the long wait! It's just that my computer hard-drive got fried, and we finally got our anti-virus back yesterday! Cheer, cheer! So, thank you, thank you, for your extraordinary patience, and on with the show! Oh, and I just finished the Hunger Games series three weeks ago! Ending is a shocker!

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Chapter 5
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When Trevor popped through the other side of the green smoke, he gasped in shock. What was sitting in front of him was actually quite different than what he had expected. Trevor had thought of his neighborhood when he heard there was a city down in this place. He had thought of Flinstone-like houses and lots of old things. Really old things. Definitely his neighborhood. But the place standing before him was... ugly. It was definately modern, though, the styles in which the city was built. The buildings and houses all looked like they had been brought in from the hood, except for the palace. And even that wasn't looking too good. It wasn't made of bricks, of course, but the stone it was carved from was crumbly, and everything looked like it was going to topple over on Trevor.
"well, this is... Originally familiar," said Trevor, not knowing himself what that meant.
"A lot of the Overlanders that come down here say that, so it must be a good thing!" said Sickus.
"Yeah... Sure..." and then there were the people! Everywhere Trevor looked, there were people in hoodies, or baseball caps turned backwards. Some of them even had guns! He never found out where the guns came from. Trevor then realized what he had meant by "originally familiar."
"Sooo... Where did you get the styles of your city from?"
"From a place one of the entrances to the underland let out to."
"Did that place have a strange smell?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Just asking." Great.
"You shall come and dine with us at the palace. There is a great view there!"
"You're doing it again, Gandalf. And I really have to get home right- HOLY HAPPY COWS WHERE DID THE MOON GO!"
"We're underground."
"Oh. That's right."
As they walked, all the gangstas looked at High-Heels and said "peace, man", or "yo", and High-Heels just stuck her fingers up in the "peace" motion. V
They aproached the palace and two guards said, "Halt! You shall not pass!"
"They really take a lot after you, Gandalf," said Trevor.
"Tell me why I decided to buy you again," And then Trevor burped.
"I dunno. Say, how did I land safely after that fall?"
"Wind blowing upward. Although I'm not so sure how it managed to spare you," Sickus said, and then poked Trevor's gut.
"This is going to be a long visit, but as long as you guys have Twinkies, I won't do something crazy like try to escape through the bathtub or anything like that."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, okay," and then Trevor noticed the lack of a door and asked, "How are we going to get in?"
"By going up. And since you can't fly up on a bat, you will have to use the elevator."
"There's an actual, working elevator in this place?"
"We have people up at the top pulling... Oh god." It then took almost an hour to get the message up to the people at the ropes to go find reinforcements, adding a few zeros to the maximum weight capacity. Even with the reinforcements at the top of the thing, the ride was slow and rickety, with the platform even dropping a few feet sometimes. When they got to the top, Trevor saw eight muscled soldiers on one rope, and eight more on the other. They collapsed on the floor with sweat dripping down their flushed faces when Trevor stepped off, followed by Sickus. There were three under- landers standing in spot center of the room they were let out in.
"Yo, homeboy Sickus," said one of them.
"Peace," replied Sickus.
"Yo, homie," said one of them as Trevor passed by them. Did he just call me homie! Trevor felt loved. He didn't have any friends, unless he counted that creepy kid at school that stalked him as a friend. He was beginning to like it here. And after his dad went missing, even the stalker thought he was pathetic. Trevor didn't care. As long as he had Twinkies here.
A woman that actually looked normal walked up to the group and said, "I am Dull-set. They," she indicated to the two hippie guards that suddenly appeared on either side of her, "are Marrieth and Perdisco. I will lead you to the bath."
And she did. She led them through twists and turns and drops and yet anoter Loop-da-Loop.
"So, where are the Twinkies?" Trevor asked, feeling as though he were lost.
"We don't have any." There was a long pause as Trevor comprehended this. A REALLY long pause.
"Soooo... Where did you say the the exit was again?"
"You can only get out through the elevator or by using a bat," replied Perdisco. Well, Trevor didn't have a bat, and he knew that the guys lifting the elevator wouldn't lower him down again without some kind of really special permission from someone. Well, looks like he was going to have to find another way out.
They got to the bathroom and Trevor stepped inside the boys' bathroom, then stepped back out again, blushing. He then stepped into the boys' bathroom to his right. It was empty.
"We will leave you alone now to take your bath, which is conveniently located above the WaterWay to make it easier for you to escape. Not that you would, because we all know that you are a model citizen and wouldn't do a thing like that," said Marrieth.
"Yeah, whatever," said Trevor and he shut the door on any further words and got into the bath. Trevor was sitting there when he recalled the words that Marrieth had told him only fifteen seconds ago that he somehow managed to forget. There was water under this! The water from the tub must be drained out into it! And if the water could get, maybe he could to- wait a minute! That was rediculous! How was he suppose to fit through that tiny drain! No, he'll just see where the water goes after that, and follow it from there. Now, if water could get in and out of... Oh, I give up!

And that's that! That was exhausting! That chapter in the book was long, and it didn't give me much material, but I really hope you're happy with the result! And I am giving a free virtual cookie to pocketnova for favoriting my story, and being the only one that has so far. ( ) It's a plain cookie. :). And I will ALSO favorite one of is/her stories as well. I will also do that to everybody else who favorites my story, for the rest of eternity! (Or until I die.) I hope you enjoyed it, and I can't wait to get started on the next one!

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