This chapter is a bit more understandable, conceptually, than my last
chapter. I think that I got a little better at writing in the six
months it took me to write this. I just hope that I can focus well
enough to get my next chapter done in a more permissable amount of
time. ENJOY! ^_^
A 'Shroomy Fanfic Story
By: Daniel Oliver
CHAPTER TWO!!
The Great Yearning - For Plot; For Sanity; For ArbyFish
Serena and Molly walked down the streets of the Japanese city
where they lived. Serena's hair still had an almost unnoticeably
small splotch of green in it. Molly's hair was still as red as ever.
They, as well as everyone around them were still speaking English,
like always. This, of course, was a personal affront to the
historians, politicians, and linguists, who had put so much work into
studying and practicing for the time when they would hold diplomatic
meetings with Japan.
The purpose of the two girl's autopedestrianation was to find
a place where they could fill their stomachs and make them stop the
electro-chemical signals that were being sent to their brain, which
caused them to feel the sensation known as 'hunger.'
"So..." Molly said, turning to Serena.
"MNNnnnYEEEEss," Serena responded, "whad'ja want?"
"Where do you think we should go?" Molly said, looking away
from Serena and motioning about at the selection that they had.
They were apparently in some sort of 'restaurant' district.
Serena scanned each of the signs and buildings with a cold,
squinty stare, like the stare of one trying to pierce their enemy's
heart with their eyes.
She spied a sign that caught her attention.
"More than all you can eat..." she said, her eyes brightening.
She put her hands on her hips and stuck out her chest, "AHA! A
CHALLENGE!" She raised an eyebrow and gave the establishment a
quizzical look.
Serena made a quick sweep of her hand, starting with her palm
up, fingers pointed at Molly, and finishing with it pointing towards
the restaurant.
["Come, Patsy," the blonde girl said and galloped off, taking
the lead, Molly in second... oh, but wait, here comes Lita catching
up and taking third place... boy, oh, boy, are we in for a race
here folks... there goes Lita, whizzing past Molly, and nipping at
Serena's heels... And now, ladies and gentlemen, Mina's
picking up her pace, starting to... whoap... Lita has been tripped by
Serena, I'm not sure if that's legal, but... oh, and there goes Mina,
whizzing past Molly... Molly had a good start, but she can't compete
with... uh-oh... Lita has gotten up again, and boy does she look mad,
Lita's not gonna let Serena get away with that... but it might be too
late, because the finish line is just around the bend... It's Serena
in First, Mina close behind in second, Lita closing in third, and
Molly dropping back in forth..... here it is, ladies and gentlemen,
they're coming around to the last stretch... Serena's looking
worried... there it is... this is going to be close... AND IT'S......
IT'S!!!!]
"NO RUNNING!" Ms. Haruna, who happened to be passing by, yelled
at the group.
The galloping group all stopped running suddenly and hung their
heads in shame, "Yes, Ms. Haruna..." they said in unison, looking
and sounding rather downtrodden.
[Oh, and it's Ms. Haruna by a...]
"AND NO ANNOUNCING!!" she yelled at the omni-unpresent
announcer.
[Yes, Ms. Haruna...]
The group walked over to the restaurant.
-
In front of the restaurant...
"This is kind of expensive," Lita said, noting advertized
prices of the meals per plate and the 'more than all you can eat'
buffet, "are you sure you got the dough?"
"Yeah," Mina reinstated, "are you sure you got enough clams?"
"Yeah," Molly said between heaving breaths, walking up to the
group as they stood, looking at the place of alimentary nourishment,
"it'd take a lot of bucks to eat at this place."
"Have no fear, my loyal companions..." Serena said, then
whistled. In response to the whistle, a herd of male deer galloped
up to the front of the building, towing a batch of un-baked shellfish
cookies, "I have friends far and near,
If the camera starts to leer,
I will stick a spear,
In his ear,
You hear,
Peer?"
Lita and Mina looked at each other.
Mina made a circling motion with one finger pointed to her
temple... the temple on her head (she didn't go insane and buy Raye's
or anything... not yet, anyway)
'Now that's an idea,' Serena stood awhile and thought, but the
thought process was disturbed (in more ways than one) by the others'
forceful pushing of her into the restaurant. (Not pushing her in_to_
the restaurant, like 'whoops watch out for that...')
*BAM* *WACK* *THUD* *CRUNCH* (baka, Baka, BAKA, stay on subject or
I beat you absurdly!)
AHEM... anyway...
-
Inside the restaurant...
A little bell on the door tinkled as the girls entered the
building.
"Oh," Host Kalipso said, "Custard... er... customers."
He took out a large mallet and clocked himself over the head
with it.
"Can I help you?" the host offered.
"Are you a brain surgeon?" Serena countered.
"Yes." Host Kalipso stated simply.
"Oh, well then..." Serena seemed surprised, "that will have to
wait till later. Do you have a table for four?"
"Oh, yes we have all sorts of tables," Host Kalipso turned to
the room where everyone else was eating, "tables for six, tables for
two, oak tables, pine tables... so what can I put you down for?"
"She said a table for four..." Lita cracked her knuckles,
beginning to get hungrily anxious.
"Oak or Pine?"
"Pine."
"Painted or weather coated?"
"Painted."
"Titanium dioxide or lead-based?"
"Titanium dioxide."
"Flatulence or non-flatulence?"
"Non... please..."
"Smoking or chain smoking?"
"WHAT?"
"Just kidding... now how many of you will be having the
buffet?" the host went on. (and on and on and on...)
"OOOHH!" Serena raised her hand, "ME! ME!"
"Okay, one?" the host counted.
They nodded in agreement, then were led to their table.
-
At the table...
"None of you have any hidden tentacles or anything... do you?"
ye ol' hoster asked, making the eating experience, _ohhh_ so much
more agonizing.
"NO!" they all shouted.
"Okay, enjhhhoy yer dinner..." he finally left.
"I thought it was lunch..." Molly wondered, taking a seat, (not
actually _taking_ it, but sitting...)
*SNAP* *BAM* *WACK* *POW* (BAKA, baka, baka, stay on subject or I
flog you incessantly!)
Lita and Mina sat down too, while Serena skipped off to the
buffet.
"Hmmmm..." Mina looked over the menu.
"Hmmmm..." Lita agreed, flipping through the pages.
"Hey!" Molly shouted after looking at the menu.
"Waiter!" she yelled, trying to get the attention of a person
behind her.
"What seems to be the throttle... er... trouble?" Waiter
Kalipso turned around, revealing his mustached face. He then took
Molly's arm and began to gnaw on it.
"HEY!" Molly shouted, taking her arm back, "what's wrong with
you?"
While his head was bent down in the gnawing position, Molly
noticed an almost unnoticeably small, purple splotch in the waiter's
hair.
"What's wrong?" the waiter squinted one eye, "what's right?
what's left?"
"Hey, I thought you were the host?" Mina pointed out.
"No..." waiter Kalipso replied, looking around nervously and
adjusting his mustache, "That was my twin cousin... Murray."
"Oh," the girls looked at each other.
"So, what _was_ the trouble?" waiter Kalipso tried to get the
conversation over with so he could get back to his other duties.
"It's this menu..." Lita said, holding up the guide to food
selection.
The waiter took the menu and looked through it.
"Seems fine to me..." he said and tore out a sheet from the
middle. He crumpled it up and plopped it in his mouth. "tastes
fine..." he chewed it some, "nice texture..." he smacked his lips.
"It's blank!" Molly yelled at him.
"What..." he flipped the menu over a couple of times, "oh,
yes, yes... this is our breakfast menu... we open at high noon...
naturally, we wouldn't have anything available for breakfast."
"Then why do you even have a menu for breakfast... and why
did Murray give it to us?" Mina argued.
"Well, you see, it's a discourtesy that we extend to all of
our patrons... do you patronize my business... do you?" the man
continued, placing his hands menacingly on the table and giving
each of the three a dirty look.
-
At the buffet court...
Oh, the mountains of food... the oceans of soup... the plains
of salad... the hillsides of cheese... the peaks of meat, and the
valleys of dinner rolls... the rivers of softdrinks, and the fjords
of desserts.
In a room about size of a football field, and as high as a
giraffe's eye, there sat a geographical smorgasbord of fine cuisine.
There were ladders provided for easier access to the top of the
piles. Surprisingly, she was alone in the room.
"That good for starters," Serena said, looking up at the view.
She looked for anyone else that might have been dining, "Anyone here?
Good, more for me."
There was probably enough food to feed a couple of armies,
maybe even a medium-sized country.
Serena set to work, she didn't bother going back to the table
and sitting down, she just chowed down right there.
Her hands and mouth were a blur as she consumed the entire
salad bar, then moved on to the soup. She stopped on the way to
grab a straw from the soft drink area, then continued on. When
she reached the soups, (each being in a ten-gallon drum) she sucked
each of dozens of them dry. Serena didn't lose any momentum as she
went to the main-course buffet. She didn't seem to be getting any
larger, either.
She grabbed the larger foods first: whole turkeys, sides of
ham, full racks of ribs, etc. She then ate the entirety of the
smaller stuff.
The blonde girl with the almost unnoticeably small, green
splotch in her hair then went back to the fountain drinks and
drained them.
"Ooooo..." the girl said while staring at the parfait cliffs,
"icecream..." She sprinted toward them and took a running-dive
into it. When she had finished, she licked herself clean and started
to purr.
"Hehehe... that was good," she said, visually scanning the
area, "now what's for lunch?"
-
At the table...
"NO, WE DO NOT WANT TO TALK TO MR. BANANA HEAD..." Lita
yelled at the waiter who held in his arms a monkey, "WE WANT
_FOOD!_"
"How about the buffet... can we just have that?" Mina
suggested.
"Oh, fine," he released the monkey, "I'll show you to it."
The monkey ran off to the kitchen, where he was employed.
"Right this way..." Mr. Kalipso spun around, walked down the
hall, and through a doorway.
There was a scream from the buffet room.
Mina, Lita, and Molly gave each other puzzled looks, then ran
to see what was going on.
As they rounded the corner, they were pushed aside by the
waiter running out. The group's heads twirled as he breezed by,
then they continued to the room.
-
In the food court...
Armageddon... desolation... wasteland... topography leveled
flat... pounded to dust... the author of destruction: a single,
hungry girl.
The air conditioner blew a breeze that swept up a few plastic
wrappers across the floor, making them seem as though they were
tumbleweeds in a barren desert.
"Um... Serena?" Mina tried to locate her companion,
"SEREEEENAAAA!" Her voice echoed throughout the room. The girls
looked around.
"Hup..." Serena fell from a ladder and grazed one of the
buffet tables, spilling pots and pans onto the floor.
A few seconds passed.
"Whelp... what's all this then?" the fallen girl popped up from
behind the buffet, wearing a colander on her head and speaking in a
British military accent. She ran up to the group and pointed behind
her, desperately. "Cabbage crates'r comin' across the saline!" she
made a smooth, arced motion with her finger.
The waiter and the host ran into the room. The host made a
high-pitched scream.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Host Kalipso yelled, his face a turning
to a confused scowl.
"Pet bilge rats have overrun the wheat field!" Serena
replied, making a over viewing motion with her hand at the buffet.
"I'm sorry... I don't understand your banter..." the waiter
said.
"Oh..." she said, "I said 'I've eaten all the plums that were
in the icebox, and which you were probably saving for breakfast,
forgive me, but they were _so_ inviting... so sweet, and so cold.'"
"You ate *sniff* the entire buffet..." Host Kalipso said as he
started to cry.
"Well, then it's obviously not _more_ that all you can eat."
Serena rebutted.
"It's _more_ than all _I_ could eat..." Waiter Kalipso said,
pointing in the first person to himself.
"Therefore, it's more than all _you_ could eat..." Host
Kalipso confronted, pointing in the second person to the waiter.
"No... it's more than all _he_ could eat..." Serena countered,
pointing in the third person to the waiter.
A dinner roll clacked on top of a plate that was placed on top
of a wide podium. The podium had a heat-lamp on it, and sitting on
a comfy chair inside the podium was Judge Kalipso.
"Order... ORDER... this is a court-room, not a circus." the
judge sat up in his chair, then sat back as the room settled.
"A court-room?" Lita piped up.
"Yes," Host Kalipso began to think, rubbing his chin, "a food
court."
"Bring forth the accused!" the judge said.
The waiter and the host dragged Serena up to a chair that was
placed in front of the desk-pulpit-buffet-table-thingy. The other
lights went off and the heat lamp on the judge's desk was pointed at
Serena, emersing her in an a bright, warm glow, and making her the
brightest object in the room. She could still see the other people
dimly in the shadows, though. Serena also noticed little brown
seal-like creatures that were standing on their tails in the
darkness.
"You have been charged with eating _more_ than all you can
eat..." the judge stated, looking at a paper. He then looked up and
said, "HOW DO YOU PLEAD?"
Serena sat awhile.
"Well, that depends..." Serena said and put a hand to her chin,
while crossing her legs, "I try not to, usually... but if I had to,
I would probably choose the 'on my knees' approach. Unless they were
very nice people... then I would stand up and have a fine cup of
herbal tea. What do you mean by 'plead' anyway? I suppose I could
have heard it wrong and you actually meant 'pleat.' Then I would
pleat by making sure the creases are just right and iron them in,
use a light starch, and keep it in a cool, dry place..." Serena used
her hands to animate the little details, "like Antarctica... ever
been there? It's the driest place on earth, hardy a drop of rain
there in centuries... lots of penguins, though..."
"SILENCE!!!!!!" the judge yelled, getting out of his chair and
pointing his dinner roll menacingly at the spotlighted girl.
"HUNGRY... OR NOT-HUNGRY?!"
"Hungry, your contra-majesticness." Serena said, fixing her
posture in the chair and waving her head dramatically.
"Just as I thought..." Host Murray started to accuse,
approaching Serena, "Liar! Deceiver! Admit it, you're STUFFED, FULL,
PORKED OUT!"
"I will do no such thing..." Serena folded her arms in
defiance.
~~~
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
"Luna..." Raye said to the cat clinging to the ceiling, "I want
you to come down now... okay?"
The black cat shivered slightly in response.
Amy walked into the room.
"How's she doing?" the blue haired girl said.
"I don't know..." Raye shrugged, "I called a vet and made an
appointment for a house call."
"Had trouble prying her off of the ceiling?" Amy inferred,
looking up at the cat.
"Yeah..." Raye looked upward.
*Ding-dong* the doorbell rang.
Raye and Amy looked at each other, puzzled.
*Ding-dong* it rang again.
"Do you _have_ a doorbell?" Ami asked Raye.
"I didn't think so." the dark-haired priestess responded.
*ERRRROOOOOGA*
*Quack-quack-quack*
*'This is C.B.S.'*
*MmOOOOOO*
*BAAAAAh*
*SPEEEEEEEEEERRRRROW... KA-BOOOOOOM!*
*'I'll be back'*
*o/Dun-dun duh duh dah dah dAAAAAAAH da-duh duh-da duh-dun
daaaaaah dun-duh daaaaaah\o* (name that tune! I'll give you a clue,
it has something to do with England)
*'I'm not a crook.'*
A few notes from the Jeopardy theme song toned through the
air.
Raye walked up to the door.
*MACHINE GUN FIRE*
*NUCLEAR EXPLOSION*
*'You've got mail'*
*o/Hello, my baby... hello my honey...\o*
Raye opened the door to find a man with a megaphone that had
a _whole_ lot of buttons on it. He was swinging it around madly and
hitting it against trees, walls, himself, and everything else that
was around him.
"What are you doing, Dave?" it said, "would you like me to sing
you a song?"
The man threw it on the ground and starting jumping on it.
"o/Daaaaayzeeeee... daaaayzeeee... teellll meee yoourrr..." the
megaphone started to slow down as larger bits of its insides became
smaller bits of its outsides.
The man pulled out a gun.
*BLAM-BLAM-BLAM*
Raye turned away and plugged her ears as the shots tore into
the 'sensitive' electronics.
The noise finally stopped.
Ami ran to the door.
The man stood there with the gun pointed at the machine,
threatening to finish it off if it had anything more to say.
"What was that?" Ami asked.
Raye shrugged, then referred Ami to the guy by tilting her head
in his direction.
"Um... hello?" Raye stepped out, through the doorway.
"Huh? Oh," the man shook himself out of his kill-joy(as in the
joy of killing) phase, threw the gun into a near-by bush, and grabbed
his medical bag, "good afternoon... I'm Veterinarian... Kalipso...
you called about a cat?"
"Yeah," the raven-haired girl replied, "Come on in."
Raye led the way, Vet Kalipso following. Ami waited inside the
door until they passed, then she took up the rear.
As the veterinarian came through the door, he had to duck to
get in, when he did, Raye noticed an almost unnoticeably small, white
splotch in his light-brown hair.
They walked in, and took a position under the cat.
"Hmmmmm..." The vet pondered, "Looks fine to me."
"She's stuck to the ceiling!" Raye informed, shaking a hand
up at the cat.
"And... so..." the veterinarian rolled his eyes upward and
his hand in front of him, "You're trying to tell me that this is...
abnormal?"
"YES IT'S ABNORMAL!" Raye yelled back at him, "WHAT PLANET ARE
YOU FROM?!"
Vet Kalipso was about to tell them exactly where he, or a least
part of him, was from, but he was interrupted by Ami.
"Can you just get her down from there?" the blue-haired girl
tried to initiate a course of action that would lead to some measure
of productivity.
"Oh, sure," Vet K. said, turning to go to his car, "just let
me get some... 'medical' equipment..."
Raye turned to Ami.
Ami shrugged in response.
The waited for a few seconds.
*BZZZZRrrrr* *BBzzrrr-BZZZZZZZZZZZRRRRRRR*
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Vet K. burst back in through the door,
wielding a chainsaw, and wearing a ski mask.
The girls jumped in surprise and alarm.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!" the veterinarian continued, his eyes
wide and wild, showing that he took delight in the ability to destroy
things.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU PSYCHO?" Raye yelled at him,
unrecoiling, and taking a more offensive stance.
(I think most of their stances are 'offensive,' but much more
so when they're transformed. She _does_ have the longest skirt,
normally, except when they wear pants, and...)
{*BAM* *WACK* *BIFF* 'I TELL YOU 'STAY ON SUBJECT', but _no_
you go and have aside with readers! Now, in name of all that is
deranged and mental... I KILL YOU!!!' *SLAP!* *COW!* *BEEF!* *SLUG!*
*CRACK!* *SLAM!* *CRUNCH!*}
(UM... OW... yea... ouch... sure...)
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAaaaHAHAHA..." the man was continuing, but
stopped, "oh... sorry... only way to get cat down... chainsaw... heh-
heh."
He grabbed a ladder that was behind him and dragged it
underneath the cat.
"You carry a chainsaw and a ladder around with you?" Ami asked.
"Yeah," he responded, "for house calls... cats stuck in trees,
hamsters caught in air ducts, lumberjacks... ya know." he stepped up
the ladder and readied his chainsaw.
"WAIT!" Raye shouted.
"Yes?" the vet looked down at Serena.
"If you miss, wont you hurt Luna?" Raye pleaded for the cat's
safety.
"Uhn..." he shrugged his shoulders, "probably."
*BZZZZZZRRRRRRRRR* *SAAAAAAAAWWWWWW*
Woodchips flew as the veterinarian cut a circle around the
fettered feline. The circle fell with Luna still clinging to it.
Raye caught it.
(I still think it would have been funnier if the temple fell
down around them, and the circle was left hanging in the air, but
I have to keep reminding myself that this is a 'SAILOR MOON'
continuity, not a 'BUGS BUNNY' cartoo...)
{'YOU PAY FOR INSOLENCE! I TELL YOU ONCE, I TELL YOU SEXTILLION
TIMES!!! NO PERSONAL ASIDES OR I OBLITERATE YOU!!!'}
(HA! I'm immune to your silly pummeling, jughead... um...
what's that?)
{'Ronald Ray Gun!}
{*WELL,*}
(AAAARRRRG!)
{*WELL,*}
(AAAAARRGGGGG!)
{'Teach you to talk to readers!'}
~~~
"HUNGRY!" Serena yelled back at Murray.
"NOT HUNGRY!" Murray rebuked.
"Order," the judge yelled, "ORDER!"
"Yes, I would like a plain dinner roll." Murray held up his
index finger.
*KLONK* the judge threw his 'gavel' at Murray.
The lights flipped on without warning, which made them all
worry.
The ones in the background sure wished he would hurry.
"Look, there everyone, it's plane, it's a bird!"
one of them pointed, but knew t'was absurd.
A mutated figure appeared from the dark,
Who looked for a signal, a symbol, or mark,
That would show her the focus,
Of her hocus pocus,
And locate the insolent lark.
"No! It's a daimon equipped with a pump,
that will drain the food out from us, making us jump."
Murray said this while making his stand,
and as the daimon stretched forth her strange hand.
"Yes, daimon, go," Eudial then stated,
"Failure will surely not be tolerated!"
"Which one again?" the daimon took count,
"the one with the hair, or the one that is stout?"
"Who do you call the stout one? Not me!
No moreso than you, or than she or than he,"
"Daimon, take that one, the one with the hair.
The one that ate so much-much more than a bear.
Yes, anyone that could eat that much to start,
will definitely be the one with pure heart!"
Eudial made this remark rather stark,
By taking her gun out to shoot like a shark.
For the gun that she toted,
Would get her promoted,
If only she knew that which why,
Her plans had all failed,
And left her assailed,
With the girls and with that 'Tux Guy.'
Serena, Molly, Lita, Mina, Waiter Kalipso, and Host Kalipso all
leaped back in surprise as the daimon landed on a table in front of
them after taking a single bound.
The daimon raised her arm, revealing a black star in her
armpit, which she pointed at Serena.
"EEEEEEWWWW, stinky," Serena said, holding her nose, "somebody
didn't use deodorant."
The daimon put her arm down, looking embarrassed.
"DAIMON!" Eudial shouted, "don't listen to her! She's just
trying to throw you off!"
"Hmmm... now there's an idea..." Serena pondered, then ran up
to the mutated stomach pump, which was in the process of re-lifting
it's arm, and deftly pushed it off of the table.
The Daimon fell to the ground with a heavy thud. Eudial
cringed, more because of the daimon's stupidity than for it's pain.
Serena got up onto the table, made a pose of triumph, then
said, "Ha! Your silly efforts ar-*WAh*-*Omph*" and was pushed off of
the table by the daimon.
"DAIMON!" the daimon got back on the table and made it's
speech. (Even though it is rather hard to make a speech with only
one word in you vocabulary. [Not that other daimons have one-word
vocabularies, just this one]) It stood there, pondering what to say
next. It never had a chance to think about anything in particular in
its short existence. "Hmmm... Daimon," it finally decided,
"Dai-*splat*" and was pushed off of the table again.
"Stop trying to make speeches and get on with it!" Eudial
yelled at the stomach pump monster.
"DAIMON!" the creature said, popping up from its prone
position on the floor. It lifted its arm once more, exposing the
black star in its armpit.
"Serena!" Lita, who had been strangely silent until now,
yelled.
"Watch out!" Mina, who had also withheld her statements,
yelled, warning Serena of the seemingly obvious attack that was
pending.
A translucent, black beam of energy shot out of the star in
the daimon's armpit and borrowed into Serena's chest.
Serena stood there with a puzzled look on her face.
"Is that the best you can do?" she said, looking down at
the place where the beam connected with her chest, "If you're looking
for a pure heart, you wont find it there."
The daimon made a disappointed face.
"Daimon..." it began to search for a slightly different
spot, "DAIMON?"
Serena looked down and then up again.
"You really aren't getting this, are you?" The blonde-haired
girl asked the mutated stomach pump.
"Daimon," the daimon shrugged its shoulders. After all, this
was the daimon's first time ever doing anything of the sort.
Serena sighed.
"Okay," She said, "here's what'cha do..."
"Serena," Lita said cautioningly, "what are you doing?"
"Quiet," Serena snapped back at her, "can't you see I'm with
a student?"
Lita took a step back and was silent again.
"As I was about to say before I was interrupted," Serena
continued, "you have to search around for it a bit. Try and find
something that feels as though it is out of place, but part of me."
"Daimon..." the daimon complied, searching around for anything
that fit that description, "DAIMON," and finding something."
"Right," Serena encouraged, "now _RIP_ it out of me! C'mon
you can do it, just _TEAR_ that sucker from my body!"
"DAIMON!" it said and started pulling on whatever it had a
hold of.
"NO! WAIT!" Mina and Lita both stepped forward again, "STOP!"
"You two!" Serena began to castigate them, "Go sit in the-
*OMPH*"
Serena almost had the wind knocked out of her as the daimon
finally retrieved its prize.
Eudial gasped, sucking saliva down her windpipe.
"*hack*-*cough* that's not a pure *cough* heart!"
Eudial coughed out, almost choking on her own spit.
What the daimon had fished out had, in fact, been Willywug.
"'Ello," it said, taking a look around and nodding to everyone,
"EY! Where's 'abberjug?"
Eudial took out her bazooka-gun-pure-heart-ripper-outer-
thingy(tm), aimed it at Serena, and fired.
"Ack!" Serena said as the energy ball from the gun ripped out
a different object.
"Oh, man," The Red-haired 'witch' said, slapping a hand to her
face and mushing it around.
"Hup," Willywug said, then did a couple of flips, jumped, and
snatched Habberjug out of the air. They did a few more flips and
turns, then finally they both landed, Habberjug on top of Willywug's
head.
"Tadaaa!" they both said in unison.
Host Kalipso and Waiter Kalipso, who were both, by some weird
coincidence, named Murray, applauded the two Grey seal-like
creature's performance.
"Oh, well," Habberjug started.
"Thank you," they both finished.
"Forget it," Eudial rolled her eyes, "Daimon, get them,"
"Daimon?" the daimon questioned ignorantly.
"I don't care," Eudial fumed, "just do something, anything,
dance the can-can if you want to. I'm leaving." With a screech of
her tires, she drove off through the hole she made when she came in.
The daimon shrugged its shoulders and began to lift its legs
alternately.
Mina and Lita ran up to Serena, who was a little dazed.
"I think that we should transform," Lita whispered in Serena's
ear.
"Why?" Serena questioned, furling her eyebrows, "I kinda like
it."
"Serena," Lita pressed, not being able to find much else to
say.
"Fine," the funkily fluffed female ferocied.
Mina went over to the three Murrays.
"Um, could you two turn around for a bit?" she asked
politely.
"Sure," they shrugged their shoulders then looked in the
opposite direction.
"Thanks," Mina said and rejoined Lita and Serena.
The daimon continued it's dance while the girls took their
transformation stances.
"JUPITER STAR POWER," Lita said, starting to transform.
"VENUS STAR POWER," Mina said, also starting to transform.
"MARIACHI FUERZA," Serena said,
"MAKE UP!" Lita and Mina finished.
Their transformations ensued, abra-kadabra *poof* they're
done.
"FABRICANT-ARRIBA!" Serena said differently, but somehow the
same.
Serena's transformation started. Hamster wheels spun in the
background with their name-sake animals inside them trying
frantically to get nowhere. Serena glowed bright green and a guitar
appeared in her hands. She looked to her left, paused for effect,
then struck a chord on the guitar three times in quick succession.
With the chord, there appeared the traditional mariachi pants. Serena
looked to her right, paused for effect again, and struck a higher
chord in the same manner as the first. A serape appeared, draped over
her shoulders. The partially transformed mariachi faced forward and
struck another triplet chord, followed by three slower chords going
up and three chords going back down. Her transformation finished off
with a sombrero on her head, a mustache, and a mariachi band which
appeared behind her, playing a Mexican hat dance.
Sailor Jupiter and Sailor Venus looked on in disbelief.
The daimon stopped can-canning and stared bemusedly.
"HOLA!" Serena greeted everyone as the band continued to play,
"Soy Marina Mariachi. Bombas de estomago son solo por los infermos.
No puedo te permito desagua la comida de estes personas! Con
nuestros trompetas," she turned around and swept her arm towards the
band, "y mi guitarra..." she turned back around and held up her
guitar, "en el nombre de la luna... YO TE CASTIGARE!"
Little subtitles appeared at her feet:
*- Hello! I am Sailor Mariachi.
Stomach pumps are only for the sick.
I can't permit you to drain the food from these people!
With our trumpets, and my guitar...
in the name of the moon...
I WILL PUNISH YOU! -*
The daimon applauded.
"DAIMON!" it said, entertained.
"Ay, asi quiere mas?" Serena said to the daimon.
*- Oh, so you want more? -*
The daimon read the subtitles and nodded its head vigorously.
"Umm... Serena?" Sailor Jupiter, who was thoroughly confused,
tried yet again to get Serena's attention.
"No hablas mi nombre real en frente de los ni~nos!" Serena
snapped back at her.
*- Don't use my real name in front of the children! -*
Habberjug and Willywug looked down at the subtitles.
"EY!" Habberjug spoke for himself and Willywug, "We're fully
grown!"
Willywug nodded in agreement.
"Sentanse en el rinco'n!" Serena spat.
*- Sit in the corner! -*
"Will not 'appen!" Habberjug expectorated.
"We's got roights!" Willywug phlegmed.
"The court rules that you DO NOT," Judge Kalipso found it a
good time to speak up, "take them away!"
Host and Waiter Kalipso snatched one each and escorted them
out of the room.
"Serena," Venus started up, "why don't you do something about
the Daimon?"
"Pienso que es mono!" Serena said, tilting her head to the side
in an adoring manner.
*- I think that it's a monkey! -*
Serena looked down at the subtitle and kicked it.
*- I think that it's cute! -*
Serena nodded her head.
"Daimon," the daimon beamed gleefully.
"Ay, Fui vando te dar un repeticion,"
*- Oh, I was going to give you an encore, -*
She turned around to the band and signaled them to start.
The band started up a nice Mexican ballad and Sailor Mariachi
began to sing.
0/ El corazon en mi cabaaaaa-aasaaaaaa,
Es en fueeee-goooooo!
Y es matarando mi aspiradooooo-ooraaaaa,
Para desenchufar tu pe-rrooo,
Ay-ay-ay-aaaaaay,
Mi vida es pasta tomateeee,
No tengo una sombrero por cubriendo mi hipopotamo,
Por estoy sangrando interioooooridaaaaaaaad, \O
*- The heart in my head,
Is on fire,
And is killing my vacuum cleaner,
for to un-plug your dog,
Oh-oh-oh-oh
My life is tomato paste,
I do not have a hat to cover my hippopotamus,
For I am bleeding internally, -*
There was a great, thundering applause from the audience.
Sailor Mariachi began to bow repeatedly as the unseen audience
continued clapping. Some plants in the audience threw flowers.
"Daimon?" the daimon seemed somehow unpleased.
"Que?" Sailor Mariachi furled her brow, "No te gusta?"
*- What? It didn't please you? -*
The daimon shook its head.
"NO TE GUSTA MI CANTANDO?!" Sailor Mariachi began to get angry.
*- YOU DON'T LIKE MY SINGING?! -*
The daimon shook its head again, but more slowly this time,
anticipating a bad response.
"BANDA," Serena yelled to the band, not turning around, "TOMA
CINCO!"
*- BAND, TAKE FIVE! -*
The band disappeared.
"Disrespeta mi musica," Sailor Mariachi's face turned red,
"Y TE MATO!"
*- Disrespect my music, AND I KILL YOU! -*
The daimon fidgeted nervously.
"NOW, SAILOR M-er....... Mariachi," Sailor Venus piped up.
"SI!" Sailor Mariachi responded, nodding and brandishing her
guitar.
*- Yes! -*
Sailor Mariachi's cinematic attack sequence began with the moon
appearing and being covered with hot sauce. It then went on to show
Sailor Mariachi spinning her guitar around, preparing to let her attack
go.
"Luna... Mariachi... Superpotente... GUERRA INDIGESTION!"
Sailor Mariachi pointed the guitar at the daimon, who was crouched
into a little ball of fear.
*- Moon... Mariachi... Superpotent... INDIGESTION WAR!" -*
Hot sauce poured from the air onto a surprised Sailor Mariachi.
In the confusion, everyone but Serena and the daimon sneaked
out of the room.
"Ay, carumba! No es correcto!" Sailor Mariachi said, looking at
all the hot sauce that she was covered in.
*- Oh, carumba! That's not right! -*
~~~
Meanwhile, back at the temple of doom...
"Hey-ah-ho-ah-hey-ah-ho-ah..." the chanting continued.
"Mumomjibum-mumomjibum!" the poor victim staggered out as the
evil priest began to tear the heart out of his living victim.
"Hey-ah-ho-ah-hey-ah-ho-ah..."
"WOULD YOU TURN THAT OFF!" Raye yelled at the veterinarian, who
was watching his favorite movie on a little portable television.
"Oh," he said, pleadingly, "but this is the best part!"
"NOW!" she screamed loudly.
"Fine," Vet Kalipso acquiesced and turned off the T.V., "but
you can't make me like it."
"I don't want you to like it!" Raye braised in response, "I
want you to help the cat!"
(braise... hmm... isn't that when you dump something in a
bucket of lard before you fry it? I AM THE QUEEN, AND I DECLARE FROM
THIS DAY FORWARD THAT THERE SHALL BE, IN MY KINGDOM, LARD-CAKES FOR
BREAKFAST, LUNCH, AND FRUITCAKE! AAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAAAAA!)
{BONK!}
(Ow)
"I," quoth the veterinarian, "really don't see anything wrong
with your cat."
The cat was now sitting on the little circle of ceiling that
had been snipped from the semi-solid structure. She shivered slightly
and started slouching suddenly, staring somewhere off in space.
Mrs. Mars mopped up Murray by his mandible, making the mumbling
man march towards the cat menacingly. Ami Looked on semi-
indifferently.
"AWWw, cuh uooo pwees wet ngo ov moiy moufh?" Murray said as
Raye seized his upper jaw and dragged him up to the cat.
When they got to the cat, Murray almost didn't notice the
totally noticeable green streak that was running down Luna's back.
Murray sprang up, grabbed the cat and held her up by both hands
in front of himself.
"My little thermo-nuclear cherry-bomb!" Murray said to Luna
lovingly, then hugged her, "I know what's wrong with you!"
The cat shivered some more and mumbled slightly.
"You just need a little purgative, yes-you-dooo-yes-you-dooo!"
he kissed the cat on the cheek and set her down gingerly. Murray
turned to Raye and Ami, "You got any syrup of ipecac or Jane Fonda
exercise tapes?"
"Well, I have a few..." Ami started, but was interrupted by
Raye.
"We keep plenty of ipecac in the back," Raye leaned toward a
room, "I'm not sure why, though." Raye went into the previously
indicated room.
Murray picked up the cat again, "We'll get you all better, yes
we will!"
~~~
"HA-HA," Sailor Mariachi yelled, "Su mochilla esta mas grande
que mio!"
*- Ha-ha, your backpack is bigger than mine! -*
Ms. Mumbling Mariachi wasn't wearing a backpack.
"Back... pack?" the daimon said slowly and carefully, looking
over its shoulder.
"Tequila, ahora!" Sailor Mariachi yelled at an unseen stage
hand.
*- Tequila, now! -*
An arm reached in front of her, holding a bottle. She took
the bottle gingerly, tried to drink from it, and got nothing.
"Hey!" Sailor Mariachi raised the bottle to eye level, "donde
esta mi taquila?"
*- Hey! Where's my tequila? -*
The worm that was in the bottle wriggled up to the side and
looked at Ms. Mariachi drunkenly.
"La gusano bebo'la todo!"
*- The worm drank it all! -*
"Mira a el," the transformed Serena said, smiling and tapping
the glass, "esta sonreiendose a mi."
*- Look at him, he's smiling at me. -*
Something snapped inside of the daimon's head suddenly, and one
of its eyes went squinty. It took a hose that was on the side of her
stomach-pump backpack and pointed it at Sailor Mariachi. She looked
up at the daimon.
"Ay, asi esta listo a peleando?" she said, throwing the bottle
over her shoulder, and readying her guitar.
*- Oh, so you're ready to fight? -*
The daimon gave a mad, toothy grin and nodded its head
vigorously.
"Okay," she shrugged her shoulders "preparase morir."
*- Okay, prepare to die. -*
"AaaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHH!" the daimon ran at her with the stomach
pump nozzle in hand, yelling.
Sailor Mariachi stepped to the side, took the daimon by the waist
with both hands, and threw the stomach pump monster gracefully up
into the air like a ballerina. It didn't land so gracefully, however.
"DAAAIMOOOOOOON*THUMP**OMPH*" it said onomatopoeiadically, as
it hit the floor. The daimon was a bit stunned, but it managed to
stand up, dizzily.
"Now!" Mina poked her head around the corner of the doorway,
"Sailor, um..." she looked in her mind for the right name,
"Mariachi!" Mina yelled and ducked back into the other room.
"SI." Serena responded calmly, strumming a G-cord slowly and
gently. "Banda, su descanso fue terminado!"
*- Yes. Band, your rest has ended! -*
The band appeared once more.
"eeEEE-he-he-hee!" a guy made a kind of high-pitched, whiny
sound as the band began to play a nameless Mexican tune.
Sailor Mariachi held up a hand, shushing the music.
"Di'me numero do'ce," she said slyly, squinting her eyes a
little.
*- Give me number 12. -*
The band gasped and looked at each other in disbelief.
"Pero... pero..." a young man in the front stepped forward.
*- But... but... -*
"NO 'PERO'S! Di'me numero do'ce," Serena yelled, but then got
quiet again.
*- NO BUTS! Give me number 12. -*
The adolescent boy stepped back, and the band straightened its
ranks. Someone tapped three beats on a music stand with a director's
baton. They stared playing the William Tell overture.
"LUNA... MARIACHI... FRIJOLES LOCOS!!!!!!!" Serena played her
guitar(as well as possible, considering the type of music) and began
her attack. Suddenly, gigantic Mexican jumping beans rode in on
horse-back, firing their pistolas in the air and yelling.
*- Moon... Mariachi... CRAZY BEANS!!!!!!! -*
"Yehaw-yipa-yipa-yehaw-ARIBA-yeeeehaw!" they rode up in front
of the daimon and dismounted. They put their guns away and pulled out
bags of jellybeans. They took handfuls of beans out of the bags and
began to stuff them down the daimon's throat, continuing to yell.
The daimon gagged. It took the stomach pump hose and tried to
pump the jellybeans out of its own stomach. When it got most of the
jellybeans out, a Mexican jumping bean quickly removed the hose and
made it eat more, starting the process over again.
"ALTO! ALTO!" the daimon whined between gaggings.
*- STOP! STOP! -*
The Mexican jumping beans discontinued their rampage and stood
back away from the daimon.
"Ahwdlow ehwanoh?" the damon covered her mouth and said.
*- Ahwh heeh haneh? -*
"Que?" one of the beans questioned.
*- What? -*
"Hablo Espanol?" the stomach pump creature repeated with its
mouth uncovered.
*- I speak Spanish? -*
"SI!" Serena stated somewhat stoicly, as a Spanish-speaking
salesman should.
*- Yes! -*
~~~
Meanwhile, back at Raye's temple(of doom)...
Raye read the label on the ipecac.
*** WARNING: do not use ipecac on cats without the consent of a
feline physician or poison specialist ****
Raye stopped and thought for a little bit about why they needed
to be that specific on a warning label, then shrugged and went on.
"Here you go," Raye handed the bottle to Vet Kalipso.
The veterinarian looked at the bottle, it was a half-pint, glass
bottle. He turned it around a few times, examining the syrupy
extract of the Cephaelis Ipecacuanha plant. He opened it up,
smelled it, tasted a little, it was made of nice, stomach upsetting
alkaloids. Finally, the pet-doctor announced, "This might do,"
Amy stared on in a sort of apathetic interest as Mr. Kalipso
began to administer the ipecac to the cat.
The tall man with the almost totally unnoticeably white splotch
in his hair kneeled down near the cat and turned it over onto its back.
He grabbed a funnel from his bag, and stuck it in-between the
catatonic cat's carnivorous chewers. Taking the bottle firmly in one
hand and the lid firmly in the other, he twisted one free from the
other. He held the bottle a few feet above the funnel and began to
pour it out, letting a long stream of syrup flow down into the cat's
stomach. He didn't really need the funnel, but it was there in case
he missed.
A fourth of the bottle was drained.
"Umm... ahem..." Raye cleared her throat in an attempt to get
the Veterinarian's attention, "A-A-A-HEM!" she moved closer, a third
of the bottle now empty.
"What?" Vet Kalipso responded, finally.
"Don't you think that's a little too much?" Raye hadn't had
much experience with ipecac, but she new that a half a bottle of
any drug was probably too much, especially for a cat.
Three fourths of the bottle were down the cat.
"Probably," the veterinarian shrugged.
It was too late to stop him, though. The bottle was expended
and tossed to the side. Doc Kalipso took the funnel out of the cat's
mouth, laid her on her stomach, sat down, and waited.
After a few moments, Luna began to stir.
(What? Is she baking a cake? Or brownies? OHHH! I like brownies!)
{BONK!}
(Ow.)
A big, white seal, at least twice the size of Luna, slowly crept
out of her mouth, looking very depressed.
Raye looked at Amy, then Amy looked at Raye. They both looked
at what came out of the cat.
"That tasted soooooo depressing," he said, looking up at
everyone with his sad eyes. As he it had been traumatized by a
lampshade when he was very young.
Suddenly, an unknown young girl burst into the room that and
took Mylar lovingly in her arms.
"Ohhhh, you're so cute," she said, hugging him tightly, "I'm
gonna to take you to Wyoming!"
The fluffy, white seal squirmed and tried to get away in
futility.
"NOOhuh-huh-huhhOOOOOo!!!" Mylar, which was his name, yelled
brokenly in supreme displeasure at the idea, "NOT _WYOMING_!!!"
The two went out the door as the rest of the ones who weren't
involved in the inside joke were left staring on.
Luna seemed a little more comfortable now, her eyes were
closed, and her breathing wasn't so shallow, but she still wasn't
there yet. She shivered a little bit and there was still a green
streak down her back.
"We're going to need something else," the vet figured.
~~~
"Por que hablo espanol?" the daimon said as more subtitles
appeared at their feet.
*- Why I speak Spanish? -*
"Stupid subtitles," Janitor Kalipso mumbled to himself as he
swept some letters into a garbage bag, "Always left to clean up
afterward... everybody think they just disappear... read them and
go away, but no... Murray clean up subtitles till next Tuesday." He
continued sweeping, but his sentences became unintelligible grumbles.
"Tal vez no hablamos en subtitulo, por pobrecita Murray,"
Serena suggested.
*- Maybe we shouldn't speak in subtitle, for poor little
Murray, -*
"Oh, no me gusta armado caballeros," the daimon whined, hopping
a little and stamping her feet a couple of times in a sort of
small tantrum.
"Get over it," Sailor Mariachi said, her words not quite
matching her lips.
"Hey," the daimon spoke, but what came out wasn't a high,
mousey voice. Instead, it was the low voice of James Earl Jones.
"Eww... they didn't get my voice right at all!"
"Sounds pretty good to me!" Serena smiled and gave a quick nod
of her head.
"At least they got _your_ voice mostly right," the daimon said,
taking her neck by one hand and trying futilely to message the dubbed
voice out.
"Right-O!" Serena snapped back into the mood she was in before
the dubbing conversation began, "Where were we?" Serena asked this
just as the daimon punched herself in the throat. It seemed like a
really stupid thing to do, but it worked, sort of.
"I believe we were trying to hurt each other," Ms. Stomach pump
daimon replied, her voice now being like that of a mouse being slowly
crushed by a large anvil. She took the pumper-hose from the side of
her backpack and readied it.
"And I was winning," Serena added.
"Nuh-uh, can't prove it!" the daimon yelled in a whiny manner,
making a pitifully angry stand.
Serena gave a smile and a look that one gives when they know
that they are in complete control of a situation. With a snap of her
fingers, Serena summoned the beans once more to aid her in the
dispatching of an adversary. As the beans ran forward, the daimon
waved her hands in front of herself.
"No, NO! NOT AGAIN!" she screamed, then cringed and stepped
backwards, "I give up! Call them off!"
The beans held off a bit.
"Okay, but you'll have to swear complete obedience to my
commands, make full restitution for your evil deeds..." Serena
paused to search her mind for one last thing, "and change your name
to 'Chiisai Kebukai Neko'."
"Okay, I'll do it!" Chiisai pleaded, "but... the name?"
Serena glanced at the beans, which the beans knew was an order
to press forward.
"Fine! I love the name! It's great! MAKE 'EM STOP!" the daimon
was on the verge of tears.
Serena snapped her fingers once more and the beans disappeared.
The daimon ran up to Serena and hugged her legs.
"Oh, thankyouthankyou-thank-you-thank-you!" she hugged Serena's
lower limbs lovingly.
"We'll call you 'Fluffy' for short," Serena's smile changed to
a warm one as she patted the little monstrosity on the head.
Serena walked to the dining area with the daimon still attached
to her leg. When she arrived, she found the group: Sailor Venus,
Sailor Jupiter, Waiter Kalipso, Host Kalipso, Judge Kalipso,
Habberjug and Willywug, all playing poker.
"Go fish!" Habberjug said to Willywug.
Willywug picked up a card from the deck.
"Gin!" Willywug yelled and put his cards down on the table.
"How may times do I have to tell you?" Judge Kalipso said to
the two, "That isn't how you play poker!"
"It may not be how YEW play poka'" Habberjug retaliated.
Serena was a bit miffed that she had to do all the work.
"Well, I'm a bit miffed!" Serena said, walking up to do the table
"I had to do do all the work while you sat in here and played poker!"
"Blackjack!" Willywug yelled, turning one of his cards over.
He was oblivious to do the conversation going on.
"You sound a bit miffed," Host Kalipso said, "did we leave you
too much work to do do?"
"Nevermind," Serena said, and Waddled off toward Raye's temple.
She could smell plot emanating from that direction.
~~~
Doc Kalipso tried everything from plungers to do vacuum cleaners,
but nothing seemed to do be able to do suck out the remaining substance
that was in Luna's stomach.
"Well, I'm not sure what to do do," Vet Kalipso said, peering down
the cat's throat, "That sure is some stubborn stuff that your cat
swallowed. If only I had my stomach pump!"
"What happened to do your stomach pump?"
"It grew legs this morning and walked off." Vet Kalipso said,
sadly. He shook his head. "I really liked that stomach pump."
"Are you going to do have to do..." Raye was about to do ask if he was
going to do have to do cut her open, but she glanced at the chainsaw that
the veterinarian had used earlier and decided not to do bring it up,
"Call another doctor?"
"No," Vet Kalipso replied, "I'm the man when it comes to do cats."
Raye wasn't totally convinced of that.
There came a scraping sound from outside, like something being
dragged across the ground while it's attached to do someone's leg.
Amy looked outside and found some sort of Mexican person in a
big hat coming towards the temple with a daimon attached to do her leg.
"Hey, Raye," Amy shouted back inside. "There's someone strange
outside."
Raye came to do the door, peeked out, and stared in confusion.
Vet Kalipso also came to do the door, but instead of finding
confusion, he found something that he'd been looking for.
"My stomach pump!" he said gleefully, and ran to do the daimon
that was clinging to do Sailor Mariachi's leg. He hugged the daimon and
pried it off of the leg to do which it had clung.
"Huh?" the daimon let out in surprise as it was lifted into the
air.
*- Que? -* A stray subtitle found its way into the scene.
Sailor Mariachi frowned at it and kicked it quickly into a bush.
Raye and Amy walked out towards Sailor Mariachi as Mr. Kalipso
ran back inside with the daimon.
"Who are you?" Raye asked to do 'el Mexicano Marinero Soldado de
Amor, Justico, y Otras Cosas'.
"I am..." Sailor Mariachi snapped her fingers and reverted to do
'normal' Serena, "Serena!"
(Is she doing some sort of Q impression?)
{*BONK*}
This, of course, surprised all that were present.
(Yup, all two of 'em)
{*BONK*}
(Well, I'm surprised!)
{**BONK**)
(Would you quit that?)
{No... ***BONK***}
"Serena, what's with the Mexican outfit?" Raye asked.
"Don'tcha like it?" Serena returned, "It strikes fear into the
hearts of all who would oppose me!"
Raye wasn't totally convinced of a lot of things lately, and
this was one of them.
"What is going on with you?" Raye wanted to do make some measure
of sense from Serena's actions over the past few days, "Have you been
smokin' hash?"
"No, I'd never do anything of the sort!" Serena was a little
offended.
"Have you been licking toads?" Raye continued.
"Only on Wednesdays!" Serena said with a confidence that one
argues with when someone has found a horrible secret. "Aaaany way, I
um... We have to do go inside now." Serena ran inside.
Raye and Amy followed.
(Amy sure is quiet!)
{Unlike some people! You no talk now! People trying to do read!}
(*WAP*)
{ERRR... *BONK*}
(*WAP*)
{*BONK*}
Inside, they found Vet Kalipso hooking up Luna to do the Daimon's
stomach pump pack. Luna was too out of it to do care, and the daimon was
too traumatized to do resist, so Kalipso man went happily about his
business.
"You ran away just as I needed you the most!" Vet Kalipso said
to do the stomach pump, "I forgive you this time, but don't let it
become a habit!" The veterinarian shook a disappointed finger at the
stomach pump and made a few final adjustments.
"What'cha doin'?" Serena asked.
"I'm fixing your cat," Murray responded and flipped the start
switch.
"Oh," Serena said and watched as the stomach pump began to do
work. The machine vibrated slightly and hummed. The green stripe down
Luna's back began to do disappear, going up from the rear. As the stripe
got smaller, the pump emitted signs of strain. It vibrated more
furiously and the humming lowered in pitch.
"Murray! It-needs... more... power!" Serena said to do Vet
Kalipso.
"I can't give 'er any morrrre!" Vet Kalipso, in a flustered
moment, hit the stomach pump with a hammer.
The stomach pump revved with a jolt of power and sucked the
object from Luna's stomach with a *plomp*. The green stripe was gone
and whatever was in Luna was now in the stomach pump.
"Good little stomach pump!" Vet Kalipso said and rubbed it's
belly, "Yes you are! Yesyouare!"
"So... what?" Raye asked, "Is Luna all better now?"
Murray stopped playing with the stomach pump like a puppy and
went over to do examine the cat. He opened her eyelids, straightened her
legs, stood her up, and peaked the corners of her mouth into a smile.
Luna still didn't look too happy.
"Yep!" Murray said, happily(you did know his name was Murray,
didn't you?), "All better!"
The whatever that was in the stomach pump knocked three times
on the top of the pack part.
Everybody except Serena and Murray looked at each other in
surprise. Serena leaned up close to do the stomach pump repository case.
"Who's there?" Serena asked.
"ArbyFish!" a muffled reply came from inside.
"ArbyFish who?" Serena queried.
"ArbyFish an' a can'a beans! Now open up!" it said
impatiently.
Serena released the latch that held the container closed.
"'ELLO!" and Arby, the ArbyFish, popped out and thus began the
rampage of the Sailor Moon universe!
"Who are you? What are you? Where did you come from? How did
you get inside Serena, and then inside Luna? When did this all
happen?" Amy finally spoke up to do the ArbyFish.
"Well ya see..." Arby began.
****End Chapter 2****
MOHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!
Coming next chapter...
Arby's explanation
BatterSpoon anyone?
Luna's metamorphasis?
Murrays, Murrays, and more Murrays!
As always, C&C would be appreciated.
Email: wjoliver@u.arizona.edu