Oops. Almost missed this one.

    *Vroom!* A bearded black guy with mirrored shades in a corvette
drove by, rolled down his window, and handed him a pamphlet. "Crystal
girl-finder not workin'? Radio Shack has what ya need, man!" He
reached over and twisted a lit cigarette butt into Nephrite's
forehead, laughing hysterically.

    *Hiss* "WAIT! WHAT ARE--"

Now that was just plain evil. :)

    The youma general paused, finding that he had very strong
feelings for the girl. Why? He barely knew her; she was nice and all,
but why would he be putting his life on the line for her?! He had a
position to protect, and anyone else was just a barrier to his
success!

He's hoping for free nookie, of course.

    [Nephrite, we're holding your girlfriend in the rent-a-space
lots on Kabuki Street, find us if you can!]

    There was also a small map of the city with a big X drawn on
a specific block.

The Youma's probablu  used a map of the wrong city.

    As the last firecracker went off, Raye, Serena, and Grandpa
Hino stopped chanting and dancing around Jadeite, who was tied
upside-down above the Sacred Fire by her feet and somewhat bruised
from the giant trout they had been swinging at her.

Knew it.

    "You still possessed?!" Grandpa Hino asked, brandishing his
fish like a club. The trout blinked a couple of times, opening and
closing its mouth to see if it was back in water yet.

True. Using dead fish is quite ineffectual.

    Grandpa Hino grabbed the rope from the pulley-system and let
the blonde down, straight into the middle of the fire.

Heh.

    Jadeite gagged, recalling everything they'd jammed in her mouth.
"I think I'm going to throw up!"

    Raye gasped and her eyes went wide. "Bad Juju! Projectile vomit
is a sign of possession!"

And of having drank Red Bull.

    Raye shook her head. "No, we still need to keep an eye on you
to make sure you don't get repossessed."

    "What do I look like?! An automobile?!"

Grandpa Hino: Well I know I'd sure like to give you a ride. Hehehe

    Raye thought about it, too. "Hmm, Jade needs to relax for a
little while. It needs to be somewhere calm; somewhere fun."

    "Like where?" Jadeite felt a sense of foreboding.

Ah, she's learning, then.

    "Yeah, you should go to the Mall,"

Should that be capitalized?

    Going shopping for clothes with a pair of teenage girls wasn't
number one on Jadeite's 'fun things to do' list.

I know I'd rather join the Dead Moon Circus.

---

    Trees, buildings, billboards, and feral chickens rushed by at
a phenomenal rate.

As long as there are no rabid hamsters, things should be fine.

    It read:

    [Oops! Sorry, Snuggle-cakes. We drew the maps wrong. She's not
here. We're actually over HERE-->]

Called it.

    The poster had another map with _another_ big, red X on it.

    Nephrite growled in frustration, then reached over and tore the
map off the wall, only to find, scrawled on the wall in a sloppy red
acrylic:

    [Oh, and this IS a trap, by the way!!!]

Good for them. Didn't think the youmas would be smart enough for that. They
usually forget something important.

    *BLAAAM!* Through the door, Nephrite could see his car explode.

Nephrite: Why, that could have been me. Thank god for valet parking.

The light from the blast illuminated several silhouetted figures
marching toward him. Chunks of metal and red fiberglass fell to the
ground.

    Nephrite narrowed his eyes and took a step back, vanishing into
the shadows.

    The attacking youma rushed into the building, scouring every
corner of it. After a little less than a minute, he stopped.

shouldn't it be they?

    "Hey! He got away!"
    "Uh oh..."
    "What?"
    "We forgot to block teleportation this time."
    "D'oh!"

Ah ha. Thought they would forget something important.

    The discussion went on for seconds, and after what seemed like
minutes, they finally came to a conclusion:

    Drag racing. Everyone could be happy with that.

Works for me.

    'Clobbins, a Purple ArbyFish on security looked at the non-
ArbyFish in a supersonic pod-chariot on the racetrack. He pulled out
a walkie-talkie. "'Ey! We've got an interloper!"

    *Whoosh*JRRRR!*BLAM!* A dozen Purple ArbyFish nodded and pulled
out a few Mark III Phaser Rifles, aiming, firing and vaporizing poor
young Anakin.

You just had to do it, didn't you?

    Teams of three were lashed together at their tails and had to
cooperate, bouncing around in circles until a three-legged piece of
cotton walked into grasping range, whereupon the three involved had
to catch it and weave it into a green sweater, dying it from a
chemical in the local grass.

Had to do that at a carnical once, Very messy business, that.

    [In Memr'y of our 'Eritage.
     We wuz prit'y good.
     Wuzzn't we?]

Yep.

    Almost.

    Bruce rubbed his flippers together. "I must discover why
He would choose to die. For what; for whom?" He glanced around,
all shifty-eyed and stuff.

Hmm. Guess something besides giving Arby a farewell might come about from
that final scene after all. Looking forward to more. Again, looking forward
to finishing these up.

D.B. Sommer


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