Yeah, I posted a chapter 21 in the middle of writing a term paper. A term paper. So what passed for good then, was terrible. I finished my term paper, then read it again, then felt ashamed for exposing the world to anything so horrific. Virtual Cookies,-no Virtual raided little Debbie trucks to anyone who had to suffer that chapter. On, another note, before I for get, im not responding to reviewers, but since I still have 4 more term papers due, I feel I must give thanks where thanks is due.

Reviers: Motivating Me. Nerd Herd; Coming up with so many of the situations I write about. Crowlows19: for coming up with an idea of having connected one-shots in this way. The story the Best Friends, in the AR archive, makes this story look pitiful. Eoin Colder for coming up with the characters and bellisario for coming up with the NCIS aspect. Btw, I will be using all the funny jokes from the deleted bit, because there were some biits I actually liked…so you may see a few repeats. You will see a couple repats. Probably the deaf people joke, the shape joke, and the judge bit.

Rule 21: Don't choke if you bite off more than you can chew.

Captain Holly Short looked around nervously. Her partner, Mulch Diggums was picking the lock to see if he could break into a law office to get some law forms, and she was keeping lookout, with a cap pulled over her eyes, as she stood casually as she could, sipping a soda.

"That is illegal on so many levels."

Mulch grunted coming out of the office, with the papers and forms. Judging by the puppy poster he had also taken, he may have gone a bit overboard. He saw the edge of a tuna sandwich that his ex-wife probably made. Actually, it more resembled a rock than a sandwich. Probably made it to throw at him.

"No. It's not. The Honorable Judge Diggums says it not. He also says it is totally legal to-HEY! Do I SPIT ALL OVER YOU?

Holly reigned in her spewing session to wince at the thought, then went back to spewing for a few more seconds.

"Don't joke while I'm drinking something."

Mulch shrugged carelessly. "No. The rule is, don't say funny things until you are out of spewing range. Ew. Did your bad breath taint this pop?"

"You know, lets go back in. I think I saw some papers about funeral arrangements. Dead Dwarf. Death by unknown cause, most likely by a paperclip, but the autopsy report will say it was by a mutant can of pop. Shall we go?"

Mulch backed off. "Let's go the other way. I saw an office that offered life insurance."

"That was a Marriage Counseling Building."

"….."

"DIGGUMS!"

A CARE HOME IN ATLANTIS

Elf who-was-there-during-the-time-kids-sat-down-and-talked-to-their-parents-for-entertainment*sitting with "World best Grandpa" despite the fact she is...a she. She is both blind and deaf.

"Dang that's loud!"

*Random Sonic Boom comes through a few seconds later, due to the amount of screams heard after 2whitie was heard attempting to sing, and also for the purpose of this fic.*

Elf: *No reaction*

HAVEN, HOLLYS APARTEMNT

"I have. Paid .My. Rent."

A Greasy sprite puffed himself to try to intimidate the irate elf. The only thing he succeeded in was making his chest look fat. And making his lonely brain cell fight for oxygen.

"Well, this says you haven't missy. Right here."

Mulch, depite having just found out what it was like to feel like you have just been hung by Bo Peeps many tails, then slapped with a piece of silly putty made of concrete, stepped forward and grabbed the paper. Hey, his couch was in there, and the exploding garden gnomes he planned to give Caballine for her birthday. He didn't want her to get kicked out because of a little legal potato triangle. Normally he would just describe him as a greasy feller, but he might just have to eat him, so it was advisable to put yummy images in your head.

"Looks official."

Holly grabbed it, and skimmed it.

"John Brown, Ethnics Schmethics?"

He bolted.

Holly grabbed the root beer she was drinking and gave it to Mulch, who chugged it, and she yelled "Code Thirty Two!"

"Wait…that's if Butler is turned by Darth Vader."

"Whatever! Twenty-Three! Go!"

"But that's if…"

She picked his gas-filled self and booted him in the back as if she thought he would respond like a whoopee cushion.

He did. A smelly, Deadly, Grenade-like one.

Shooting after the guy he tumbled into him,and flattened him like a cartoon.

Holly ran the seven miles that Mulch took him, and she arrived, panting slightly.

Mulch sniggered. "You need to get into shape."

"I am. I just don't have the toilet NASA funding me."

"Round is a shape."

Holly ignored him, and grabbed the "lawyer" by his collar, and dragged him up.

"Walk to the LEP headquarters and turn yourself in, before I out myself up on an assault charge again, that will be dropped by Foaly.

"…My leg is missing."*

She bent low, before calling 909 (Apparently, a mutant Stink worm had a baby with a blind Goblin and went on a leg-chewing rampage)

"Rule 21."

*Don't own that joke. Heard it on a project that a few friends put together, and decided I wanted to use it.*

Hope this made up for the deleted horrifying, child murdering last chapter. Again, short, but 4 term papers due, and again, not best chapter, but whatever. And, there was a joke about a Butler/Norris standoff made. I meant it to show that utler wouldn't even need to try, but it wa taken the other way. Oh. Well. Just for the record, if Norris would try to issue a challenge, he would disenigrate on the spot