Dear Diary,

It's me again, my hotel has been visited by more guests! Al recommended a new sponsor to run things while he's off. She's a princess too, related to one of the overlords. At first she was not polite to me. But she warmed up quickly! I have a new friend and she's been very helpful.

Sincerely, Charlie.

Dear Diary,

Sorry I haven't written to you in a while, I've been busy. Thankfully nobody's been back for early extermination but sometimes the others worry about it, especially Vaggie. I get worried about it as well, but I am trying to stay optimistic. Haven't seen Hinette in a while, oh that's the name of my new friend, though she's not so new anymore, I've been really busy.

A clawed purple hand turned the next page, blank, so were the rest.

"That's it?" Festro questioned. "All that for a cliffhanger? This story stinks!"

"What story is that?" Slog, a small furry creature with a pointy nose questioned.

"It's called "Diary of Charlie Morningstar" and I found it on the ground. The beginning and middle were good but the ending was a ripoff." Festro tossed the book over his shoulder but Slog caught it. "That's the last time I'm listening to Gweelok. "You should read more, Festro." Puh-lease!"

"Maybe the author can write more if you ask nicely. What's his name? Charlie?" Slog asked.

"Yeah, Charlie Morningstar." Festro nodded. "Let's go find him."

"What about Dingle's party? It's his birthday." Slog shrugged.

"Ah, we'll be back before he knows we're gone, besides, Dingle is my best friend, I would never let him down and he knows it." Festro grinned, when he climbed out of the ground, he noticed something was off about the sky, it was red with black clouds and a red five pointed star rotated in front of the clouds. "Huh, strange weather."

"Maybe the author is eating at a restaurant " Slog licked his lips.

"You just want to eat." Festro grumbled.

"Maybe." Slog shrugged.

"Fine, let's go." Festro muttered, then he put a wig on himself and another on Slog. He went inside of the restaurant, only to find something different about the host. She had horns on her head and her skin was a drowned out grayish color, her hair also seemed to be perpetually on fire.

"Hello. Nice to see you again. Would you like to hear about the special?" She offered.

"Sure." Festro agreed.

"We have fried angel wings. They were offered to us by another restaurant from a place called… Cannibal Town?" The lady tried to remember.

"Nah, doesn't sound too appetizing." Festro waved his hand, but was nonchalant. He turned to the person sitting next to him opposite Slog. "What do you recommend?"

"Try the pickles." A pig excitedly whispered. "That's my favorite."

"Sure thing… Wait… Are you… Not a human?" Festro narrowed his eyes.

"I'm a pig." Pig looked back at him, smiling and waving.

"Usually I only see humans and disgustoids… Oops." Festro covered his mouth.

"Disgustoid?!" Some of the other customers gasped in horror.

"We gotta get out of here!" Festro picked up Slog and carried him out of the restaurant.

"Sorry about that." Pig followed him. "Didn't know they would be rude like that."

"It's fine, by the way, have you met anyone named Charlie? Charlie Morningstar to be exact?" Festro questioned.

"Nopey dopey! But if you're still hungry, maybe order some bread." Pig suggested.

"Bread?" Festro asked, gently placing Slog on the floor.

"From the Breadwinners. They are friendly birds." Pig nodded quickly. Both heard a loud crash, out of the Rocket Van popped SwaySway.

"Ugh, this isn't the same without Buhdeuce." SwaySway sighed.

"Where's Buhdeuce?" Pig asked.

"He's at home, sick, poor guy." SwaySway shook his head. "At least his mom is taking care of him."

"Uh, nice to meet you?" Festro shook SwaySway's hand.

"You too." SwaySway agreed.

"Have you seen anyone named Charlie?" Slog interrupted.

"Can't say I have." SwaySway told him. "But I will be willing to ask around. Though everyone seems to be on edge and it's been harder to navigate, with or without Buhdeuce. Maybe he's far away."

"Guess we'll never find him, oh well." Festro gave up.

"Never give up. My friend." Sway put his arm around Festro. "I know someone who travels quickly through space! His name is Rocket Monkey Gustav, Gus for short."

"He's a monkey?" Festro and Slog asked at the same time.

"Oh, he's smart and disciplined, he is pretty much flawless in every way!" SwaySway chuckled.

"It's not fair!" Gus growled at his robot caretaker YAY-OK. "My hair stylist isn't coming?!"

"Gus, you realize I or Wally can take the bugs out of your fur just as easily as some fancy hairstylist." YAY-OK lectured.

"Bite your tongue! I need to look GOOD too, not just be clean!" Gus crossed his arms.

"Very well… I'll call someone just as fancy and expensive." YAY-OK gave in. There was a knock. Gus went over to the door of the spaceship.

"Hey, SwaySway. What is it now?" Gus grumbled as he opened the door. "It's been hard enough since my ship got stuck to the ground…"

"We're looking for someone named Charlie." SwaySway replied.

"I may have traveled a lot but I don't know any Charlies. What does he look like?" Gus questioned.

"I don't know, all I know is he wrote my favorite book and I want him to write more." Festro showed Gus the book.

"Hmm, seems serious. Fine I'll help you, consider it done." Gus saluted.

"Road trip!" Pig and Slog cheered out loud.

The group of five kept searching.

"Hey look, a giant pickle, yum!" Pig grinned.

"D-don't eat me." The pickle turned around, revealing he had a face and limbs.

"Sorry, I didn't know." Pig apologized. "Are you Charlie?"

"No. I'm Pickle." Pickle corrected Pig. "But I know someone who knows everyone."

"Who?!" The others asked.

"Charlie, huh?" Coconut Fred looked through a list. "Charlie Horse, Charlie Chocolate, Charlie Brown?"

"Morningstar." Gus told him.

"That name sounds familiar… Oh, you mean the child of the devil?" Fred smiled.

"The devil?!" Everyone shrieked.

"Yeah. I heard nasty rumors about her." Fred told them. "But we don't really know her, despite being a mystical entity myself, not even I know her."

"Charlie's a girl?" Festro questioned. "What else do you know?"

"Well, I do know that the sky was blue and the grass was green. But now both are red." Fred added.

"I was wondering why." Slog whispered to everyone else.

"That's easy, we're in hell now!" Fred answered cheerfully.

"Hell?!" The others were horrified.

"Who would have thunk? But it's not as bad as the stories said." Fred's smile became more sheepish.

"How do we get out?!" Festro panicked, grabbing Fred's arms.

"That I don't know." Fred responded, Festro fell on his back.

Festro soon got up from being close to fainting.

"I am in hell… THE hell and you have no idea why?!" He screamed at Fred.

"I can sense this is where all evil goes, and I guess we're all evil in some way, who would have thunk it?" Fred wondered.

"Is there anything we can do?" Slog whimpered, Festro patted his head to comfort him.

"Guess we can talk to Charlie, wherever she is." Fred shrugged.

"So you know who she is, but not where she is?" Sway raised an eyebrow.

"I sort of know who she is. But no, I have no idea where. Maybe I can make her appear though." Fred tried to imagine her life front of them, but instead a hairless dog in swim trunks appeared. "Oops, that's Howie!"

Fred imagined a blue rat-like alien named Fraz.

"Where am I?!" Fraz freaked out, hands on his face.

"Stop playing around!" Festro was so angry his veins were showing a little.

"Maybe we need detectives." SwaySway lifted a finger as a light bulb appeared over his head.

"The problem solverz?" Slog suggested.

"Sure, they'll do." Festro rolled his eyes. "Those guys are just SO competent!"

"Aren't they your friends or something?" Fred showed a bit of confusion amidst his cheerful attitude.

"Uh, kind of." Festro scraped his foot against the ground.

"Huh, interesting." Fred rubbed his own chin.

"But it's no big deal, we'll see them!" Festro tried to change the subject.

"Great! I'll lead the search party, Festro, Fraz, you go talk to them." Fred suggested,

"Why me?!" Fraz asked. "Festro I understand since he seems to know them, but me?!"
"I have a feeling things will turn out perfectly if you team up." Fred chuckled. "Perhaps, my fortune telling is a little off lately."

"Of course it is." Fraz grumbled. "Come on, big guy."

"Okay." Festro hung his head and walked off to show Fraz the way.