Recap of Attack of the Tombagootchis: (Read this if you need to know what happened in the first story.)
It all started when Kell-Lee and Sabriel were late to a solo/ensemble contest because Kell-Lee had seen the Tombagootchis that she had bought on her last trip to Vanilla World come to life. Sabriel, along with everyone else in the story except Allexxis, didn’t believe that they had really come alive. At the solo/ensemble contest Kell-Lee realized that the Tombagootchis had stolen her precious vanilla extract, so she then decided to find and destroy the vile creatures. Sabriel followed her ranting and raving about not performing. When Kell-Lee went outside, followed by Sabriel, they were caught in Allexxis and Sammy’s Rastro and Maddog trap. After the nets were hauled off of them Kell-Lee proceeded to tell Allexx and Sammy just what had happened and what she and Sabriel were doing. Sammy and Al were then conned into helping find Kell-Lee’s lost vanilla extract. Kell-Lee then discovered that her flute was missing ad figured that the Tombagootchis had stolen it, which, indeed, they had. Sabriel was NOT happy about this and a chase scene thus ensued. Allexxis, Sammy, and Kell-Lee made it away from Sabriel and her wrath and ended up chasing an ice cream truck down the street, but when that failed they found themselves at a Super Nova store where they stayed until they were kicked out. Sabriel, back at the solo/ensemble contest, relented to singing along with Pete, the announcer. But when she tired of this she went out into the hall and was captured and held hostage by the Tombagootchis. Allexxis, Sammy, and Kell-Lee, once they were kicked out of the store, went back to the solo/ensemble contest fearing for their lives. But when they found Sabriel was nowhere to be seen they went to check the Rastro and Maddog trap. Indeed, Rastro and Maddog were caught in it. Sammy immediately took the tesserect away from them so they couldn’t escape and then managed to get everyone calmed down enough so Kell-Lee could proceed to tell her story again. Once through with this, Rastro said that she had seen some little alien-creatures dragging someone downstairs. Kell-Lee assumed this was her partner. The Raving Lunatics and the two Lurkers then formulated a plan to capture the Tombagootchis and save Sabriel. They went downstairs of the solo/ensemble contest and managed to capture the Tombagootchis. Although, when the Raving Lunatics were so absorbed in what they were doing, the Lurkers remembered their back-up tesserect and transported themselves out of there. Allexxis, Sammy, and Kell-Lee realized that they had escaped, but consoled themselves with the thought that at least they had rescued Sabriel and now had the Tombagootchis under control. The four of them went back upstairs, Sabriel and Kell-Lee played their duets, and Pete received the Tombagootchis-in-a-bottle as a gift. After the performance Sabriel went home for a good night’s sleep, Pete went home to see what was in the bottle that he had been given, and Allexxis, Sammy, and Kell-Lee went off to find the ice cream truck.
End Part 1
Prologue:
When Kell-Lee, Sammy, and Allexxis tired of chasing after the ice cream truck, the three of them went back to their Fortress in the Freaky Forest. Sammy immediately began conspiring with Dr. Fred on the Raving Lunatics’ next little escapade, while Kell-Lee and Allexxis decided that it would be more fun if they did something that didn’t require as much thinking as scheming entailed. So they planned to do some visiting in about a month.
The Tombagootchis, however, were fulfilling their plans for world domination. They had easily gotten away from Pete and had proceeded to release many of their Tombagootchi friends, because it would be kind of hard to take over the world with only two Tombagootchis. Their plans for world domination would be carried out in about a month.
*One month later*
“So, what do ya wanna do now?” inquired Kell-Lee of Allexxis.
“I don’t know. What do you wanna do?” Allexxis replied.
“You’re the guest. You decide.”
“Just how do you figure I’m the guest?? I live here too, ya know.”
“Yes, but this is my room,” Kell-Lee stated. “So, what do you want to do?”
“Ummm, want to go visit Nickychick?”
“Only if we get to see LaCroix, too.”
Allexxis agreed and off they went to find the two vampires.
“See? All we have to do is put this powder into one of Nick’s protein shakes and then *poof*, no more angsting! He’ll think he’s the greatest vampire ever made, and the best part of it is, we won’t have to listen to him whine anymore!!!” Zachi, the leader of the Tombagootchis, declared. A chorus of cheers came from the rest of the Tombagootchis.
“When can we start??” inquired several voices.
“Right now,” Zachi said. Then the whole mob of them headed out of their lair and split into groups of two to go find Nicholas de Brabant Knight.
Kell-Lee and Allexxis arrived at Nick’s apartment several hours after they had started out. Due to some unexpected incidents, it had taken a good deal longer then they had anticipated. It all started with the popsicle mishap, this had happened when they had come across “Mr. Freddie’s Kewl Ice Cream” truck.
“One triple-raspberry fudgesicle please!” Kell-Lee had asked joyfully.
“Sorry Miss. We all out uf ‘em. But we’s do got sum luvelly li’l triple-chocolate ones,” the man said in a slow drawl.
“WHAT!!!?? ONLY DISGUSTING PIG SLOBBERED CHOCOLATE ONES!!!!?? WHY YOU!!!!!!!” Kell-Lee said, while wrapping her hands around the unfortunate man’s neck in a death grip.
“Um, Kell-Lee?”
“AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! DIIIIIIIE!!!!! EVIL!!!!!!! MAN!!!!!!! DIE!!!!!!!”
“Um, Kell-Lee? I know I’m not a doctor or anything, but, uh, well, when someone’s eyes are popping out like that, I doooon’t think it’s a good sign. Soooo, maybe you should let him go?”
“EVIL, MAN, MUST, DIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Yeah, I know. You said that already.” Allexxis thought rapidly. “Hey, Kell-Lee! Remember that ice cream shop you wanted to show me? The one you said that had triple-raspberry fudgesicle? Why don’t we go there?”
“DIIIIIIIE EVIIIIIIL MMMAAA... What was that?” “Ice cream store. Triple-raspberry fudgesicles. You show me?”
The man was immediately dropped and Kell-Lee grabbed Allexxis by the arm and began dragging her down the street.
“Come on! It’s this way!!! It’s the best ice cream store in the whole world!!!” Kell-Lee intoned joyfully. “I’ll show you! Come on!! You can run faster than that!” Kell-Lee said, running at a breakneck speed. Allexxis managed one backwards glance at the ice cream man, he was moving. That, in her mind, was a very good sign. Dead men, she had heard, don’t move.
“Now, Kell-Lee,” Allexxis began, one hour and eight triple-raspberry fudgesicles later (eaten by Kell-Lee, not her.) “Where does Nick live? Shouldn’t we have been there by now?”
She was ignored. Kell-Lee was still attempting to lick all the sugar off her fudgesicle wrapper. She then put it into her pocket, sticky side out. “Ya never know when a wrapper might come in handy,” she informed Allexxis. “I still can’t believe that EVIL man had NONE of MY special fudgesicles! Chocolate! Ewwggghhh, YUCK!! Gross! If I ate chocolate all the time I’d probably be as fat as those pigs over there.” She gestured over to some pigs lounging in a doorway.
“Uh oh. I think they heard you.”
“They’re pigs! How could they understand me?? HEY! OINKUS OINKER UNDEROINKSTAND OINKUS?”
“Uh, Kell-Lee, I don’t think that was a good idea. I think you made them a biiiiit upset. Let’s say we go now, K?”
“AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!! RUN ALLEXXIS!!!!!!! THEY’RE COMING AFTER US AND THE HAVE SPAM GUNS!!!!
Then two Raving Lunatics frantically ran out the door and down the street, with the Spam Gun armed pigs chasing after them.
“AAAAH!!!!! THEY’RE GAINING! RUN FASTER!!!!”
“NO, FOLLOW ME!”
“AAAAHH! NO, NOT THAT WAY!”
Allexxis had seen a sign to the left of them that would help, she hoped. They arrived at the business gasping for breath.
“Why (gasp) did you (gasp) stop (gasp) here?” Kell-Lee panted.
“Because (gasp) while you were (gasp) running down a (gasp) dead-end, I (gasp) was reading signs. (gasp) Look!”
Above them a sign read, FRANK’S FRESH PORK MEAT. In the window were sides of ham and pieces of meat from who knows where on a pig.
“Good idea, Al! Those pigs won’t come in here! We’ll just wait ‘em out until they lose interest in turning us into canned spam.” And so they waited... and waited... and waited... And about 2 and a half hours later, the Piggy militia gave it up as a lost cause, and left the two loonies to go about their business.
“Great! Now let’s go find Nickychick!” Kell-Lee said brightly. And so they arrived, amazingly enough unscathed, at Nick’s loft.
Allexxis, ever the polite one, barged right in without knocking. She tripped in the doorway and on her descent to the ground grabbed something to try to stop her fall. She, and the chosen lamp, crashed to the floor.
“Haven’t you heard of kno... WE’RE DEAD!!!” Kell-Lee exclaimed when she saw the broken lamp. Kell-Lee then glared at her companion on the floor while also looking around the room for an outraged vampire ready to dismantle them and crush them as they had done the lamp.
Allexxis got up and, looking around the apartment, bellowed, “NICKYCHICK WHERE ARE YOU!!!???”
“Shut-up, you fool! Do you want him to see us?”
“I thought that was the whole idea of us coming here?”
“It was until you broke the lamp!”
“What does the lamp have to do with anything? It was revolting! I’ll have nightmares for weeks! I’ll say I broke it as a favor to him!”
“You bumbling idiot! Nick LOVED that lamp! He’ll kill us if he sees that we broke it!!!”
Allexxis let this sink in, “Oooo, that’s bad, huh?”
“YES! IT IS VERY BAD!”
“Well, we could always glue it back together,” Allexx suggested.
“YOU ARE SUCH A... genius! My friend, a genius! We could GLUE it back together and Nick would never know. Come, Genius, let’s away to search the depths of this apartment until we find the sacred glue, and then we will proceed to put this hideous lamp back together and Nick will be none the wiser!”
“Who ever heard of a lamp covered with spiders! Yuck!”
Then the two of them set off to explore Nick’s loft.
Meanwhile two Tombagootchis were conversing in a garbage can several blocks away.
“This is really dumb. We’ve looked in all of the usual places and we have found no vampire!”
“I don’t see why we have to capture him anyway... I KNOW! We could just sneak into his apartment and hide, and then when The Doctor goes to make his drinky thingy, we could just drop the powder in. No kidnapping required.”
The two little Tombagootchis nodded in agreement and set out for Nick’s loft.
“WHOA!!” Kell-Lee said in astonishment, staring into a drawer that she had found in Nick’s bedroom. “Hey Al, look at this! Can you believe it?? Nick’s gotta have EVERY singly kind of glue that was EVER made by man in here!!”
“Could it be,” Allexxis replied, “that our Dear Nickychick is a member of the highly elite Glue Club?”
“Glue Club? If there were such a thing as a glue club, I’d bet he’d be their president! But I think it’s probably more likely a side-effect of being harassed by LaCroix for 800 years. ‘Pushed to the edge, Nicholas Knight was forced to collect glue to keep his sanity.’”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Allexxis said while examining a very old bottle of glue. “LaCroix could do that to ya.” She put down the bottle and picked up another that read: “UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE SHOULD YOU EVER, I REPEAT, *EVER* USE THIS GLUE!!!! YOU WILL BE SORRY!” But this, of course, couldn’t process through Allexx’s brain since it was written in Chinese. Kell-lee then noticed Al’s intent interest in what she was holding and snatched that bottle away from her. “HEY!! I was readin’ that, you dullwit!! Now Give It Here!!”
“YOU were readin’ THIS???” Kell-Lee demanded of Allexxis while dramatically thrusting the container towards her friend.
“Well, I was workin’ on it until SOMEONE took it away from me!!!”
“Look at this,” Kell-Lee said. “Made In China. Figures.”
“Looks like pretty strong stuff. Whaddya say we give it a try?”
“All-righty,” Kell-Lee said while she tried to unscrew the lid. “Uggggghhhh!!! Umfph!!!! GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! ARGH!!!!” Kell-Lee spat out in increasing frustration as she started to beat the uncooperative lid on the floor. “STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!” (BAM) (BAM) (BAM) But just then the container shattered, sending glue everywhere.
“Uh oh.” Allexxis’ little brain was actually processing the ideas of what could happen to them in Nickychick decided to arrive home just then and find his “Made In China” glue everywhere, and his favorite spider-covered lamp in shatters, and two strangers rummaging around in his bedroom. “I don’t think this is a good thing, Kell-Lee.”
Kell-Lee wasn’t listening to Allexxis. She seemed to be chewing out the gluey mess and bottle that now coated everything, and doing a pretty fine job of it, too. “THERE!!! I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY!!!!!! NOW I’M PROBABLY GONNA DIE ‘CAUSE OF YOU!!! BUT IT SERVES YOU RIGHT!!! LOOK!! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY HAND!!!! YOU HURT IT!!!!! BAD GLUE!!!! BAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!”
“Umm, Kell-Lee?” Allexxis asked cautiously, not wanting to further destroy the situation they had unwittingly managed to get themselves into. “I really don’t think you should have done that. There ARE other ways to open a bottle, ya know.”
“There!! That’ll teach it!! HAHA!!! Defy the All-Mighty Bottle-Basher Kell-Lee, will it??? Will, I showed it a thing or two!!”
Allexxis, trying to get Kell-Lee away from the thought of her triumph in successfully mutilating the bottle of glue, suggested, “Why don’t we try to clean some of this up? You know Nick’s gonna be really pissed to see this mess.”
Kell-lee, finally getting her senses back, stopped stomping around in the big pile of glop that was closest to her and looked up. “Huh? What?”
“Nick. Home. Mess. Bad thing.”
These simple terms seemed to draw a faint recognition in Kell-Lee’s mind. “Shoot!!! This can NOT be good!!” she said as she tried to remove her foot from the glop of glue. And tried. “Umm, her Al? I think we have a slight problem.”
Allexxis, who had been examining the lamp shards and trying to think of just how the heck they were going to reassemble them, responded, “What is it now?? It’s not like we don’t already have enough to worry about. And why haven’t you gotten out of that glue yet?”
“That’s our problem.”
“WHAT??? Whaddya mean ‘our problem’?? You’re stuck??? Well, then that’s YOUR problem!!” Allexxis insisted as she went back to studying the lamp.
“No, I think it pertains to you, too, Al. Look,” Kell-Lee pointed to the glue Allexxis was standing in.
“KELL-LEE!!!! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!” Allexxis yelled, enraged at her new shoes becoming all sticky and gooky.
“Well,” Kell-Lee said thoughtfully. “We can still glue the lamp back together. At least we won’t have to worry about that anymore.”
“I Can’t Put This Stupid Lamp Back Together!!!!! You Know I Can’t Do Puzzles!!!!”
“It’s either that or us having to spend the day with a none-too-happy-Nickychick.”
Allexx considered this for a moment, then proceeded to hurriedly glue the lamp pieces together. Kell-Lee then had a brilliant idea on how to get out of the glue. A moment later she was standing by Allexxis’ side.
“No, that piece goes there,” Kell-Lee informed her partner.
“What? No it doe... Wait a minute. How’d you...?” Allexxis started in confusion.
“Magic,” was the only answer she received. Al shook her head and continued piece the broken lamp back together again. Kell-Lee only smiled.
Hash, a bright-pink Tombagootchi with yellow lips, and Ginjor, a blue Tombagootchi with what looked like a black hat on her head, crept quietly into Nick’s loft, careful to stay in the shadows. They noticed two people struggling with some sort of indistinguishable object. Both wondered who the heck they were and why they were in their prey’s loft.
“YOU MADE ME GET GLUE IN MY HAIR, YOU CHEEZER-WITTED NUMBSKULL!!!!”
“Al, will you just calm down? No one’s here to see you!! Who cares if you have glue in your hair?”
“BUT WHAT IF IT NEVER COMES OUT!!!!???? I DON’T WANT TO LIVE THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH STICKY HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!” whined a very self-conscious Allexxis.
“Then you can CUT it out!!! Don’t worry!! It can’t stay in there forever, and at least your hair isn’t blue!! Now, would you stop worrying about your hair and help me with this stupid lamp!!”
“CUT MY HAIR!!!!! ARE YOU COMPLETELY OUT OF YOUR MIND!!!!” Allexxis was now screaming at Kell-Lee while frantically trying to remove the glue. It then registered in her mind that Kell-Lee had said something about her hair and the color blue in the same sentence, and didn’t figure that could be a good thing. “MY HAIR IS BLUE???”
“Wot!?” Kell-Lee asked, extremely confused. “I never said your hair was blue! I said, at least it WASN’T blue!! Anyway, I’ve already thought of a way to get the glue out of your hair, but I’m not going to tell you unless you help me get this lamp back to it’s original shape!!!!”
Allexxis glared suspiciously at Kell-lee, who had focused her attention back on the lamp.. Any plan that Kell-Lee came up with, usually entailed her doing something stupid, idiotic, or just plain crazy. Ah well, if it would get the glue out... Allexx sighed as she again started trying to piece the lamp back together, muttering under her breath something about hair, glue, and ways to hurt Kell-Lee if her hair was ruined by the glue.
The two Tombagootchis looked at each other, rolled their eyes, and comforted themselves with the knowledge that at least THEY never acted that way. They watched as the person that had gotten glue in her hair instructed her partner on precisely where the lamp should go. the Tombagootchis could barely contain their laughter as they watched Kell-Lee try to remove her hands from the lamp. It wasn’t working.
After a couple minutes of struggling, Kell-Lee said, “Hey, Al? I think we got another problem.”
“Gee, that’s brilliant!! What was your first clue? The fact that the lamp looks like it went through a blender, or the fact that your hands are stuck to it!!” Allexxis responded sarcastically.
“I just like to state the obvious, that’s all. Looks like we’ll have to take it with us.”
“WHAT???”
“Well, personally, I don’t want to be here when Nick gets home. That would be a bad thing.”
“But I don’t wan that horrendous thing with us!!”
“At least it’s not your hands it’s stuck to!!!” Kell-Lee reminded her.
Allexxis sighed and nodded her head. Kell-Lee picked up the lamp again and started to head out the door, when she noticed Allexx was writing something. “What’re you doing, Al?” Kell-Lee asked.
“Leaving a note,” Allexxis informed her partner.
“Leaving a note? Why!!?? Then Nick will know who did this!!”
“I’m not going to put our names on it, you Cheez-Wit!! See for yourself!” Allexxis held up the note she had quickly scribbled on the note-pad that had been on the counter. Kell-Lee walked over and read it aloud.
“Heya Nick! Sorry about the lamp. We’ll bring it back as soon as we can.” Even Kell-lee could barely make out the sloppy writing. “That’s good, Al. Almost perfectly indecipherable. Good. Now let’s go,” Kell-Lee said as she headed toward the door.
“Hey, Kell-Lee, did you leave the door open?”
“No, I shut it after I called you a genius. Why?”
“Because it’s open now.”
The two Raving Lunatics looked at each other in fear, both thinking the same thing at the same time: Nick was back and was going to kill them. That was why they hadn’t heard him yet, he was in a dark corner ready to leap out at them and... “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Allexxis and Kell-Lee bolted simultaneously for the door, screaming at the top of their lungs, their imaginations having taken over any logical thinkin they may have at one time possessed. Of course, Kell-Lee’s running was slowed dramatically by the lamp glued to her hands, but she still managed to keep fairly good pace with Allexx. They were out the door in not time flat, not bothering to shut it; in the elevator before you could say “vampire-chewy-toy.”
Hash and Ginjor looked at each other and just went hysterical.
“What idiots!!!” Hash said, doubled over in fits of laughter.
“They must’ve thought we were Nick!!!” Ginjor replied.
When the two little Tombagootchis had gotten their hysterical laughter reduced to mere insane giggling, they started thinking about the very important matter at hand, where they could hide that had a good view of the front door, so they could see when Nick and The Doctor came in, and of the kitchen, so they could see when The Doctor mixed the protein shake. After much debating they found the perfect hiding place... In the never-used cookie jar!!
“Perfect,” the two Tombagootchis said in unison, and climbed into their new hiding spot.
“Oh, Nick, you shouldn’t have,” Natalie said, while fingering the diamond spider pin Nick had given to her for her birthday. Nick smiled happily while holding the grocery bag.
“It’s no problem, really. You know I can afford it.”
“No, you *really* shouldn’t have,” Nat said, a little more forcefully.
As what Nat was really trying to tell him started to sink in, his thought process was interrupted by screams emanating from within the elevator. At that moment the elevator door opened to reveal two hysterical Raving Lunatics and Nick’s favorite lamp. They froze when they realized that their exit was blocked. As soon as they began to comprehend just who stood in their way of escape the screams that had reasonably subsided began again.
Nick then realized that it was his beloved spider lamp that the shorter one held. “HEY!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY LAMP!?” Nick yelled over the noise of the two before him. The screams once again died down as Allexxis and Kell-Lee took several paces back into the elevator.
“We’re, uh, well... you see, there was this lamp... and we were, uh, well...” Allexxis stuttered along.
“I believe what my partner is trying to say is that we’re with the RCMP, and we need to confiscate this lamp as evidence,” Kell-lee said, thinking quickly, hoping the Detective would buy it.
Allexx leaned over and whispered, “Since when were we RCMP?”
“Since I glued my hands to this lamp!!”
Nick looked suspiciously at the two with his lamp, then asked, “If you’re RCMP, then were are your uniforms?”
“Uh, we’re uh, undercover as burglars! We’re just checking the alarm systems in random houses, and we found that yours does not seem to be functioning properly, so we, uh, need this lamp as evidence!” Kell-Lee lied.
“Why *my* lamp?”
“Uhhhh...”
But right then Kell-Lee was saved from making up another explanation when Allexxis saw the spider pin that was in Natalie’s hand.
“Sp, spi, spi... SPIDER!!!!!!” Allexx finally screamed as she ran past Nick and outside. The three that were left standing by the elevator stared dumbfoundedly after her.
“Um, I believe what my partner is trying to say is that our horse, Spider, is double parked and we must go now! Quite quickly!!” Kell-Lee then followed Allexxis’ lead and ran past Nick and Nat and out the door.
Nat then turned to Nick and asked, “Do you know those people?”
Nick quickly assured her, “No! I have absolutely *no* idea who they are! But if you ask me, I think they’re a little young to be with the RCMP.” They then entered the elevator and went up to the loft.
When Nick opened the door to his loft he was bombarded with a less than pleasant sight. His glue collection was strewn everywhere, there was glue all over the floor and table, and his favorite lamp was now gone.
Nat pointed to something that was apparently glued to the middle of the floor. “What’s that?” she asked Nick.
Nick turned to see what Nat was pointing at. After a moment of staring, he concluded, “I think they’re a pair of shoes.”
*Five hours later*
“Well, that’s the last of it,” Nick said as he scraped the final bit of glue off of the table.
“Good,” Nat replied as she began to remove the glue from her hands. Once that was done, she turned to Nick and said, “Well, all that hard work must have made you tired. You look like you could use a protein shake.”
Nick immediately stopped what he was doing and gave a very emphatic, “I’m not *that* tired, Nat! Really, it isn’t necessary...”
“Nonsense, Nick! Of course it’s necessary!!” Nat continued as she began to pout away the groceries and make a greenish-looking protein shake for Nick.
“Can’t you at least make it red?” Nick whined.
“It’s all in the mind,” Nat told him as she handed the drink to him. She then turned back to the last of the groceries, and put the cookies she had bought herself for her birthday in the cookie jar. “There,” she said. “All done. Now drink.”
“Agh!!” Ginjor said as a fountain of cookies landed on them.
“Shut-up!” hissed Hash.
“But my head hurts!” Ginjor cried.
“More than your head’s gonna be hurting if you don’t shut-up!”
After a moment of icy glares, Ginjor realized what had been dumped on top of them. “COOKIES!!!” she squealed in delight, as she started to chow down. Hash gave her a quizzical look until what she had said sank into his rather thick skull. Then he, too, began to feast.
“Oh, come on, Nick! It isn’t *that* bad!!” Nat lectured as she set down her milkshake.
“Oh yeah!? Well, *you* don’t have to drink it, do you??” Nick said, in typical angst-fashion.
“Well, *excuse* me!! You don’t *have* to drink it!! but it’s just time out of *my* life that you’re wasting!!! If you don’t want to become mortal again, that’s fine with me!! But don’t you go wasting my life, trying to decide what you want!!!”
“Nat, I didn’t mean it that way!”
“Good. Then drink!”
Nick muttered something under his breath about the evils of protein shakes, glared at his drink, then looked at the clock. Realization dawned on the detective’s face as he hurriedly set down the protein shake and went over to his stereo and turned the radio on.
“Good evening, gentle listeners,” the Nightcrawler’s familiar voice came over the radio waves.
“Ah, Nick! Why do we have to listen to this!” Nat asked.
“Because, Nat” Nick said, giving the ultimate excuse. Nick then sat down on the couch to listen to the night’s monologue. Nat then came over to sit next to him, leaving her forgotten milkshake next to Nick’s protein drink. With both of their backs turned toward the counter, neither one saw the little pink head that poked up out of the cookie jar.
Hash poked his head out of the cookie jar to take a look around. Things had gotten abruptly quiet, and he was wondering what was happening. His gaze traveled around the room until it fell on the detective and the coroner who were sitting together on the couch. He pulled his head back down into the cookie jar to talk to Ginjor. “Come on! Let’s go! We can slip the No-Angst Powder into that Detective’s drink and get out of here without them seeing us!” Ginjor groaned as she tried to get up, then flopped back down. “What’s your problem?” Hash asked.
“I think I’m gonna be sick!” moaned Ginjor, looking around the now empty cookie jar.
“Oh, no! Not in here and on me you’re not!! Now come on!!”
Hash then helped Ginjor get out of the cookie jar, however clumsily, followed by himself. they then made their way over to the two drinks sitting on the counter.
“Which one’s Nick’s?” Hash asked.
“Uhng...” Ginjor said as she pointed to the drink that Nick had been holding.”
“Are you sure?” Hash questioned.
“Ung-huh,” Ginjor replied.
“Well, since you’re usually wrong, I’ll put it in the other drink. And since I’m usually right, then that should be the correct drink to put the powder in,” Hash reasoned.
The two Tombagootchis managed to put all of the No-Angst Powder into Nat’s milkshake, surprisingly without much difficulty. They then sneaked out the loft door, and took the stairs out of the building.
“See!! I *told* you one can never know when something may come in handy!” Kell-Lee bragged to her partner as she used one of the fudgesicle wrappers to finish removing the glue from her hands.
Allexxis ignored Kell-Lee’s comment, and said, “Alright then, Ms. I-Know-It-All, what do we do with the lamp?”
Kell-Lee froze, then looked as Allexxis, “What lamp?” Allexxis and Kell-lee then gave the lamp a brief glance, shrugged, got up and left.
Well, that's all I have of that. I really don't know if it had much of a point. Umm, maybe Al and Kell-Lee would end up saving the world from the Tombagootchis after many adventures, or something like that. A bit like the first, only not. Anyway, you can just use your imagination if this thing never gets done. :p
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