Seventy-One
Oh, Mother…
"Mph…floor tacos…what?"
Serperior blinked the sun out of her eyes drowsily, finding herself in a grassy, sort of-clear clearing in a forest.
"WILL YOU GET OFF ME, YA OVEGROWN ANACONDA?!" Treeko yelled from under her.
"Oh, sorry, Treeko!" she squeaked, sliding off of him. "…I'm a what?"
"Never mind," Treeko wheezed, picking up his diamond sword-
"I WAS ON TOP OF A SWORD?!" Serperior gasped. "How am I still alive?!"
"I don't know!" Treeko yelled, throwing his arms in the air. "Where the nether are we?!"
"In a grassy, sort of-clear clearing, like what the author said," Serperior answered, pointing to the above sentence.
"Hey, be careful, we may not have forth wall breaking abilities here," Treeko warned.
"But I just…never mind," Serperior sighed.
The two set off vaguely north, looking for some kind of settlement.
"You know, Treeko, you've changed," Serperior noted. "When we first came to the PC box, you ran up and broke the forth wall like it was nothing. But now you're warning everyone else of it?"
"Weeeell, remember about seventy chapters ago when Dodrio was angry at me for dumping paint on him?" Treeko said, rubbing an elbow nervously. "He had vengeance…it wasn't pretty."
"Hmm. Flying beats grass," Serperior grunted. "…How did she type 'Elbow' and not 'Elmo'? I find that hard to believe."
"Serperior…" Treeko scolded, turning around slowly, his yellow eyes wide.
"And how did we get here in the first place? That's breaking the wall, isn't…it…?" she trailed, turning around as well.
Behind them, attracted by all the forth wall breaking, was a huge pack of purple radish-looking things with root legs and leafy tops.
"WHAT. ARE THOSE THINGS," Serperior asked.
"Yammonsters, only found in Sunshine Forest—oh no," Treeko gaped.
"It can't be," Serperior mumbled.
"It is. Those are Yammonsters…"
"And we're…we are…we're in Mother 3."
"…hold me, Serperior."
Meanwhile, in the PC box…
"Has anyone seen Serperior? I can't find her anywhere! We were gonna brawl this morning!" Zoroark asked.
"No idea," Quilava hummed. "…and now that you mention it, we've been Minecraft-nerd free for a while."
"Hey!" Kirlia protested. "I happen to LIKE Minecraft!"
Back in Sunshine Forest, a few minutes later…
"IS THIS CANNABALISM?!" Serperior asked, gnawing on a Yammonster as she was constricting it.
"YEA, I'M PRETTY SURE IT IS!" Treeko answered, lifting his sword to shrug—and halving two Yammonster while he was at it. "SORRY, MY BRETHEN!"
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" Another Yammonster sobbed.
"Because we LOVE YOU!" Treeko growled, wrestling it to the ground.
"OH MY GOSH THAT ONE TALKED!" Serperior gaped, dropping the vegetable she was choking.
…I meant the Yammonster.
Several Yammonster jumped Treeko and wrestled him to the ground. "SERPERIOR CATCH!" He choked out, throwing his sword to her.
In a slow-motion cam, several Yammonster dived for it as it twirled towards Serperior. They all crashed to the grass instead, leaving Serperior and a Yammonster standing next to her. She bumped it aside and caught the sword handle in her tail.
"I'LL AVENGE YOU, TREEKO!" she sniffed.
"I'M STILL ALIVE, YOU—OW!" Treeko yelled as he was dragged back into the pile.
Suddenly, a PK Thunder went off in the distance, lighting a light bulb above Serperior's head.
Serperior used Swords Dance!
"Let's get down to business," Serperior sang, holding the diamond blade so it seemed to separate her face between a blue line. "To defeat the mums,
"Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?"
"You're the saddest bunch I ever met," she huffed, pointing the sword at a random Yammonster. "But you can bet, before we're through,
Mister, I'll…make a yam…out of you!"
"Oh boy, an I'll make a Man out of You parody," Treeko whistled, his attackers distracted. In fact, all the Yammonster were staring at Serperior questionably.
"Tranquil as a forest
but on fire within,
once you find your center,
you are sure to win!"
"You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot," She continued, the Yammonster lining up as she slithered by like an army general facing his trainees, "And you haven't got a clue,
Somehow I'll, make a yam,
out of you!"
"I'm never gonna catch my breath," one Yammonster sang, taking on combat with Serperior and being knocked aside.
"Say goodbye to those who knew me," another with a black eye gulped as it was cornered by her.
"Boy, I was a fool in school for gutting gym," yet another moaned as it slumped on the ground in front of her.
"This guy's got them scared to death," a Yammonster muttered to another before Serperior's borrowed blade passed them.
"Hope he doesn't see right through me—OH MY DARK DRAGON!" its partner shrieked, seeing how she had gained a hole through its chest from the sword.
"Now I really wish that I knew how to swim," the first, chubby one sighed as it was cornered against a river.
"BE A YAM!" all of them chanted.
"We must be swift as a coursing river!"
"BE A YAM!"
"With all the force of a great typhoon!"
"BE A YAM!"
"With all the strength of a raging fire," Everyone—even the cornered Treeko—sang, "Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!"
"Time is racing towards us," Serperior continued, rounding the yams all up,
"'til the mums arrive!
Heed my every order,
and you might survive!"
"You're unsuited for the rage of war," Serperior hissed, pointing down the hill at a group of fast-approaching Grated Yammonster.
"So pack up, go home, you're through," she continued, shoving the wounded Yammonster aside and leading the others on. "How could I, make a Yam, out of you?"
"BE A YAM!" they all chanted, going against the opposing army of Grated Yammonster.
"We must be swift as a coursing river!" the wounded Yammonster ignored orders and charged after them anyway.
"BE A YAM!"
"With all the force of a great typhoon!" They continued, commencing an epic Yam-on-Yammonster battle.
"BE A YAM!"
"With all the strength of a raging fire! Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!"
Serperior was cornered against a tree, facing the lead Grated Yammonster. Before it dealt a PK Freeze, the wounded Yammonster from before football-tackled it aside to a nearby cliff.
"Hoo-ah!" The wounded Yammonster yelled, kicking the leader off the cliff.
"I LOVE YOU GUYS!" Serperior wailed, hugging her new army.
"Hey, miss general? I found a portal to home!" Treeko shouted, pointing to a random portal. "Leave your troops and let's GO!"
Serperior waved them all goodbye, picked up Treeko's sword, and jumped into the portal.
And all that time, Lucas, Kumatora, Duster, and Boney were staring at the ordeal from a cliff above.
"…what the heck just happened?" Kumatora asked.
"I have absolutely no idea," Lucas blinked.
(Everyone) WE MUST BE SWIFT AS A COURSING RIVER-BE A MAN!—WITH ALL THE FORCE OF A GREAT TYPHOON—BE A MAN!—WITH ALL THE STRENGTH OF A RAGING FIRE! MYSTERIOUS AS THE DARK SIDE OF, THE MOOON!
YEA! I don't own Mulan. Don't sue me.
Percy: MOST EPIC SONG PARODY YET!
Zelda: I wonder what happened to the Yammonsters.
Agumon: Be a yam, we must be as swift as a coursing river—
Pit: Whoa, so now Serperior has a Yammonster army? …Fennekin's gonna kill us.
Yep. Someone barricade the door. Be sure to review, follow and favorite, readers! All that and I can offer you a Nut Bread from Mother 3! (Holds up half-eaten loaf)—hey, who ate the bread?
Zelda: (nut bread in mouth)…um…PERCY DID IT!
Percy: Hey!
Meh, we have plenty, anyway. Hug your Eevee, everyone, I'll see you next chapter!