OK, look, I know I've been gone a long time, and I'm sorry, I've just been really busy. By the way, thanks to all who voted on my Poll! Have a Virtual Cookie! OK, excuses time. Better be ready, I have a whole list.

1. Nentone and I were disagreeing, and I didn't want to update until we agreed on how the story was going to go.

2. I wanted my readers to decide but almost no-one was voting on my poll.

3. School started up again and I was overloaded with homework. Who knew that 8th graders got a lot of homework on the first day? No-one, not even 7th graders get ANY homework during the first TWO days.

4. I am now a, well, I guess the translation you guys will understand is 'Teachers Assistant,' but at my Shul (or Temple) its called being a Madrecha. So I've been training to become one, and now I have to create a lesson plan for my class on Sunday, but all the activities have to do with the alphabet. Not the English one though, the Hebrew one. Yeah, I'm screwed. I only know one thing to do, and its a song for 3rd graders. I'm dealing with 1st graders. Oops.

5. The one time that I actually had enough time to write, I realized that I didn't have a cute new outfit to wear to the first day of school, so I had to go shopping. Wow, that doesn't sound like me at all. But its true.

OK, 5 is a lame excuse. But anyway, here's you chapter. By the way, Spoiler Alert for Slugterra Episode: Mission Improbable

I don't own Slugterra or Winx Club, and I am not responsible for any errors, its hard to hear on my computer.

Unknown P.O.V.

"Stalagmite Seventeen. The most escape-proof prison in all of Slugterra," a masculine drawling voice boasts. "Watch for guards, high-tech locks, steel doors, and now, in control of it all..." continues the man, before exclaiming in a very high pitched voice, "ME!" Spinning around in his chair, he stands up and gesturing with his staff, exclaims, "Mr. Saturday." He laughs and continues his tirade. "I can think of no better place to hold the world famous Shane Gang." The unknown watcher silently gasped, eyes widened as Eli glared at Saturday from what looked like a heavy duty jail cell, his hands clenching the red bars.

"Go ahead and gloat Saturday," he snarled. "But your missing two little things," Eli smirked.

"Oh? And they are?" Mr. Saturday asked sarcastically.

"The two of us you didn't manage to capture," Eli smiled, proud that the Shane Gang wasn't yet completely beaten. "And their probably on their way to rescue us right now," Eli finished triumphantly.

5 minutes later

Trixie shook her head, removing her hand from her face.

"This is really gonna take a miracle, isn't it?" She asked, crossing her arms and looking at Eli, who was still holding the bars of the cage they were in with his right hand, looking at the Slugterran girl whom the watcher knew he had more that just a little bit of a crush on. At her words, however, he turned away, and hit the bars with his left fist, making a frustrated noise. It was at this time that the watcher decided to make herself known, to Eli at least.

'A miracle, or a Shane.'

'Bloom? Is that really you?'The watcher, now identified as Eli's twin sister, giggled.

'Of course, you don't really expect me to let you languish in captivity, do you?' Eli snorted in his head, careful not to let any sound escape from his mouth.

'All right, just how many fantasy books have you been reading.'

'Oh, that didn't come from a fantasy book, well, not fully. It was fantasy and sci-fi. But we can argue that later. Now, how exactly do I remove those bars without burning the place down.'

'I think its that lever over there,'Eli replied, imagining said lever in his mind. But he was soon distracted by the return of Saturday, who was now pressing some buttons on his computer, pulling up a video link. 'Who is he calling?'

'Oh, that's what he's doing? I can't see.'

'Where even are you, anyway?'

'Um, probably better if you don't know.'

'Bloom...'

'Again, later! Distract him for me, and you can yell at me all you want later.' 'Fine.'

Eli tuned back into reality just in time to see Blakk, who by now had answered Saturdays' video link, looking at the captured Shane Gang in surprise.

"I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes," sneered Blakk. "The Shane Gang, locked up like a pack of stray dogs." Eli's blaster hand twitched, like he wanted nothing more than to slug Blakk right then and there. Actually, he probably did, Bloom thought to herself, while sneaking out of the hole in the wall she had found.

'I hope there aren't any mice running around here,' she thought, accidentally sending that thought to her twin, who narrowed his eyes.

Eli P.O.V.

'I hope there aren't any mice running around here,' Eli heard. Dammit Bloom, you better not be where I think you are, and not in slug form either, he thought to himself. He glared at Blakk, hoping Bloom was OK and not cooking up one of her crazy schemes. While they always seemed to work, he wasn't in the mood to see his little sister put herself in danger for him. Knowing her though, she probably would.

"I'll be there before nightfall to collect them," Blakk spoke, reminding Eli that he was still there. Saturday bowed as Eli spoke up, eager to keep their attention away from the small, female slug he could see sneaking around the edges of the room.

"Congratulations Saturday, you're now officially another minion of Dr. Blakk." He sneered, although there was a faint worried tone to his face. Only Trixie seemed to pick up on it though.

Something's bothering him, something other than our little situation. What's wrong with him? He's been acting strange lately. Like with that random ride to the middle of nowhere then just turning around and heading right back to the hide-out.

"No no no no. I am a business man, and this is strictly business," Saturday corrected Eli, before turning to Blakk. "Although, I am running a little low on ghouls Dr. Blakk."

"Call our...arrangement...what you wish. You'll get your ghouls when I get the Shane Gang," Blakk snarled. "And one other thing. None of your mind-control foolishness, I want our prisoners fully aware as they count down the minutes to my arrival." Blakk continued, before noticing an orange slug on the floor. "Oh, and Saturday? It seems your prison isn't as secure as you claim. You seem to have a little pest problem."

"The only pests I see is you, Blakk," Trixie snapped.

"Close, girl, close. But our pest just so happens to be that slug right there," Blakk replied, pointing at the female slug, before winking out.

Duh duh duh...yeah no. OK, hold the tomatoes, I'm really busy and I'll be gone for a week but I had to update and the chapter was unfinished so it'll be two parts. Kapeesh? Thanks. Flame me if you want, and I'll finish the second part while I'm away. Sorry.

Please review and tell me what you thought. Oh, and thanks to whoever is following/favoriting/reviewing. And 'Hi!' to my newest follower.

Now, who wants to see the Techna duo and Nentone in a small, locked room? Tech's, get him!

(runs away while everybody is distracted and hides all tomatoes)

GOODBYE EVERYBODY!

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