Last chapter for the month, I'm having so much fun with this! Enjoy!
We walked into the clearing. All the Leprechauns were dancing an Irish jig, well, not all of them. Some of the Leprechauns were playing music for the band. The one observing all the dancing was chatting with McCorgin, McArthur, and McBar.
It was McClagin. He was a bit more rotund than the other Leprechauns, his suit was a lighter green, and he had a longer beard, and he had a cane. He was also a bit older, other than those things he looked the same.
McClagin turned and saw us.
"Ema! Great to see ya, lass," Said McClagin as he came over to us.
"McClagin! It's good to see you too," I said scooping him up in a hug, and then set him down again.
"Who's your friend we're not allowed to 'pants'?"
"This is Jack Frost," I said, and then I whispered to McClagin, "I don't think he's wearing any underpants."
"Nice thing to warn us, then. He's like you." I remembered the first time they 'pantsed' me, and that's why I made sure they never did it again. McClagin made his way over to Jack. "Jack Frost, I hear ye are a Guardian, how's that going for ya?"
"It's okay," he said simply.
"Listen," I said to McClagin. "We'd love to stay for the party and all, but we're kind of focused on something."
"And what would that be, lass?"
"My memories," I said simply.
"Ye have no idea who ye are, that's terrible lass. What brings ye here?"
"Well, we heard that you had them." McClagin started laughing, then McCorgin, McArthur, and McBar started laughing, then the dancers started laughing, then the band stopped playing and started laughing.
"I don't know what's so funny," said Jack. McClagin wiped away a tear as he finished laughing.
"Seriously, Ema, where would you even get the idea that we would steal yer memories?"
"Well, I don't think you knew they were mine…"
"We wouldn't steal any memory. Where's the value in that?"
"Well, Cupid told us-" started Jack.
"There ye go, listening to Cupid." He turned to me. "I thought ye didn't like Cupid; arch nemesis' ye were."
"Well, Cupid didn't have my memories. She was the first lead we had."
"Well, that's believable."
"Cupid told us you took them," said Jack.
"She's probably trying to pin thee blame on us. Ye must've not have searched her place thoroughly enough."
"McClagin, don't you remember about 100 years ago; the prank that was pulled on Cupid's place."
"Ah, yes. Target of the week, she was. What day was that again, McIvan?" McIvan was the Leprechaun at the giant logbook. McClagin's memory was not what it used to be, and he wanted to remember these things.
"It was Valentine's day sir," said McIvan.
"Ah, yes. No one was happy with Cupid's behavior after ye beat her; she was being a sore sport, she was."
"And more Aggressive," said McIvan.
"And more Creepy," said McBar.
"And less lovey-dovey," said McArthur.
"More like a Monster," said McCorgin.
"I was a part of that pranking mission," said McClagin, "In fact, I led it! Others on that mission were… who was on that mission McIvan?"
"Well sir, there was you, McArthur, McCorgin, McBar, me, McFancy, McStern, McGally, and McPie."
"Ah yes, and what did we do again?"
"Tee-peed, egg-bombed, and poo-shooted thee place, sir."
"Are you sure? Seems a little out of style, we should have used potatoes, mud and stinkweed, not toilet paper, poo, and eggs. It does not scream leprechaun like potatoes, mud and stinkweed."
"Uh, sir, the potato fields were failing, there wasn't a lot of rain, and stinkweed was hard to come by thanks to McIver's lass' weird cravings."
"Hey," shouted McIver. "Do not criticize Gerda's taste!"
"McIvan," I said. "Does your log say anything about a gold canister?"
"No, no, it does-wait a minute, I think you're right Ema! We did take a gold canister out of Cupid's place!"
"We did," questioned McClagin.
"Yes, sir, we did. McGalley found it, don't ya remember. He has a nose for gold!"
"It's true sir, I did," cried McGalley.
"Well, I guess we did take your memories," McClagin told me. "Sorry lass; all we wanted to do was teach Cupid a lesson on her behavior."
"Don't kid yourself McClagin, you did it for the fun of it," I said.
"Reminds me of when I made a blizzard on Easter," said Jack, reminiscing.
"Ema, just know that if we knew they were yer memories, we'd have given'em right back to ya," said McClagin.
"Can you give them back now," I said.
"Sure thing, lass," I squealed for Joy, it was ruined by a certain leprechaun who couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"That might not be a good idea, sir."
"Why not, McPaddy?"
"As ye know, sir; I'm in charge of takin Gold count, and we don't have her canister anymore."
"We don't."
"I'm afraid so, sir; been that way for 50 years."
"How'd you lose it," I said completely shocked. "You're not ones to lose gold!"
"We know Ema," said McClagin. "McIvan, what happened to Ema's canister?"
"Let me see," said McIvan flipping through his log book. "Here we are. We gave it to thee groundhog, sir. No one was that upset, since it wasn't technically ours." He looked up to see me glaring at him, "And we didn't know it belonged to ye, Ema," he said laughing nervously. "Please don't hurt me; I'm only the log keeper."
"What happened," I said, leaning over McClagin and clenching my teeth. I was starting to turn red.
"He, he, well you see Ema, the groundhog was not happy with us scaring him that year."
"Who doesn't scare the groundhog," said Jack. It's true, he does it too.
"Well, he was extra unhappy that year. He demanded payment, or he'd tattle on us."
"How is that even possible," I asked. "Who would he tattle to?"
"Thee man in the moon."
"Guys, I think he was bluffing. 1. He can't do that, and 2. The man in the moon is probably not that concerned with what you do."
"We had been played, boys" The leprechauns started yelling in outrage.
"Alright," I said. "Don't go and declare war with the groundhog now, we already have enough problems."
"And what would that be?"
"Well, Pitch is back, and he's looking for me, seeing as the man in the moon chose me to be a guardian."
"Good fir ya, lass!" The Leprechauns started cheering.
"Good for me? If you guys haven't noticed, it's not good. I'm getting hunted here, and being a guardian is not for me."
"We know ya, Ema. With how ya love kids, it is for ya."
"Thanks, I guess." Jack came up to me.
"Well now we know the Groundhog has your memories, I guess that's our next stop."
"Okay. This is turning into a wild goose chase!"
How was that? How is the meeting with the Groundhog going to go? Any other questions? Tell me in your reviews and stay tuned!
