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Im resopding to reviews, after not responding for a while.
ArtyHolly Foeva: Yeah! Smileys! Thanks for picking out you favorite parts, now I know what exact parts are better than others. Thank you for feeling a litle sympathy for me on the plunger thing. Nobody is apprently ever going to forget that.
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Yarra: glad I made u smile. I try. I'm not a funny person in real life, so I try to infuse humor in my writing.
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To reviewers who I don't remember: I will be using a twisted version of the suggestion for rule 20, never mention experiments to guests. I will also be using a slightly twisted version of the rule that some1 dreamed up. Hehehehehehheheheheheheheh. I will aslo use the spin off for the rule about Holly Following you. I promise. Cyber cookies to all the suggestions!
Rule Eighteen.
There is no need to ask permission. Just don't get caught.
Artemis gave Foaly the look. Foaly knew the one. If Artemis gave him the look than it meant "If you try that, I will be murdered by a pair of rabid chameleons in my sleep, so lets not do that." If he gave him the LOOK, that meant "Let's do it, but let's blame Mulch when Holly catches us." This time he was giving Foaly the look which meant "This sounds really childish so I will make a plan that makes it sound like something grown-ups would do, and I know I wont get in trouble, you will."
At least, that was how Foaly categorized it.
"Are you sure?"*
Tomorrow was Mulch's birthday, so Foaly needed to get Artemis belowground to "Decorate" his house. Unfortunately, the Council didn't like Foaly enough to hand a pass to Fowl for "no good reason". That wasn't what they said, but Foaly knew that was what they would say, so better just not ask. He and Fowl were brainstorming reasons to get him belowground. Artemis just wanted to see it close up, when it wasn't being totaled by goblins. That, and Mulch deserved a special birthday celebration. Suddenly a plan hit Artemis like a lightning bolt striking an electric fence hooked up to city's main generator.
"Listen up."
Foaly leaned in, and as he listened to the plan, a very Artemis like smirk came over his features.
(just for the record, it looked odd. Foaly looked like the Genie from Aladdin if the genie from Aladdin ever went to war with the big foot from Monty Python. Nose crinkling up, evil smile, evil grin of arrogance. I mean, five little piggies vs. the genie, the genies going to win. Right . back on topic. [If you didn't get the five little pigs thing, then your toes never got "tickled" as a kid. i.e. dislodged.)]
"Yeah, we'll need Holly's help."
Holly came in slowly and sadly past the checkpoint officer.
The checkpoint officer noticed her expression and bowed his head in sympathy.
"Down in the line of fire?"
Holly smiled a sad little smile and nodded.
"Something like that, and pushed the body bag into the shuttle heading to Haven city. Unfortunately, it was filled with tourists.
Once she sat down, the body bag spoke.
"It's hot in here."
"Shut it. You're dead." She hissed though her teeth.
"Right."
she rolled her eys, then looked at the family staring at her.
"What? You got a problem with zombies?"
They just looked away. Maybe craziness was contagious!
She wheeled the body bag to Mulch's apartment, opened the door after checking to make sure Mulch wasn't home, then unzipped the bag. Artemis blinked, then slowly sat up, getting used to the light.
Holly huffed and overturned the "dead body" trolley.
Artemis crashed to the ground in a tangle of limbs, scowled at Holly, then began smoothing his hair out.
"Well?" he asked.
Foaly trotted in. He saw Artemis, then grinned. (This time, it was not the Aladdin-foot-piggie theory-grin)
"How was the trip?"
Artemis shot him the LOOK. (die.)
"How will your journey be when I kick you to Timbuktu?"
Foaly held his hands up. "Hey, it was your idea."
Artemis waved his finger. "Minor detail. It may just slip my memory."
Holly shoved them both apart."Do your male-bonding thing on your own time. Artemis needs to be on the next shuttle to the surface."
Artemis raised an eyebrow, Foaly decided that the pretzel he had for lunch had too much salt, and Holly got the look in her eye.
And in answer to Artemis unspoken question, she pulled out a can of air freshener.
….
Mulch walked home with a self-bought birthday cookie in his hands. Holly and Foaly, not even Artemis had called. He was feeling a little depressed. He walked into his apartment and noticed something was wrong.
1. the apartment was clean
2. the smell didn't pass for knockout gas
3. there were three present on the counter
He dropped his cookie in shock.
Now that's a shock.
Suddenly three people were screaming "SURPRISE!HAAAPPPYY BIRTHDAY!"
Well, two people were screaming. Artemis was just grinning and doing jazz hands.
Someone knocked on the door. Mulch, to excited to check who it was, reached back and opened it.
You see, the Council got a mysterious tip that Artemis Fowl was belowground from a family who complained that their son was suddenly addicted to the Thriller video. The complained about a Recon officer starting it, and the Council found out that Artemis was missing from Fowl Manor. Two and Two make Three. It normally makes four, but a reasonable course of action would be to do what they always did, reassure their family that they would look into it, then eat a jelly donut. The one time they do their job, they stumbled to the stupidest conclusion(The right one) and come knocking on Mulch's door.
Holly realized who it was before the door was fully open. Council member Lope. Nobody else was that fa-ah-fluffy.
She threw herself onto Artemis to hide him, throwing him to the floor, and he scrambled out of view, leaving Holly on the floor.
Mulch helped Holly up, while the council member looked at her curiously.
"What was that, Captain?"
Holly rubbed the back of her neck, while Foaly "Explained".
"Oh. That Council member. I made a new gadget, and it, um, increase the mass of air molecules on the floor, and she, um tripped on air molecules, and fell sir.
Lope blinked. Techie jargon
He suddenly forgot what was there for.
"That's nice. Good to know what our money is going to, Foaly, in your department. Good day."
Foaly breathed a sigh of relief, and before the door closed, Artemis was snickering.
"Tripped on air molecules? Really?"
Foaly shrugged. "Rule eighteen."
...
Myles and Beckett liked Scrabble. Myles, Beckett and their Father were playing,
Myles narrowed his eyes. "I spelled "tames" and then "Patriot"
His father just looked at him. "Yeah…."
Beckett looked squeamish
Myles raised his eyebrows. "There are only four S's. Beckett just added S to make "Patriot". Four were already on the board. "Tames" is now "Tame".
Beckett just looked blankly at him. "What?"
Myles headessked, causing all the pieces to move.
Artemis Sr pretended to look upset. "Hey! I was winning!"
Myles shrugged. "Guess the game will have to restart."
As they cleared the board, Myles leaned over and whispered in Beckett's ear. "Rule 18"
….
I won't be able to update as much. I will still write the same, but the update won't be as fast. I have an NAL team, dance team, grades, a birthday, family issues, and fitness club to worry about. Not to mention updating my other stuff. The updates will just be longer, like, longer rules, or two rule at a time.
For the people who didn't read the authors note, three of the suggested rule I will be using, in the place suggested, the closest being rule 20.
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*This was originally going to go into my Contact Recon story, but I have a really long chapter coming, but I really liked it, and I figured it might go better in a humor story.