Al's Adventure by al_the_chia |  |
"There was once a peaceful village located in Neopia, a tiny town where Chias
made up the surplus population. It was called Furgleton. In Furgleton, you would
find many Chias bustling about the streets. Chias are industrial pets when put
together. Nearby Furgleton, a forest existed. It was called Lupe Forest because
it was inhabited by Lupes. Lupe packs dwelled in the forest, and most loved
to pick on the Chias of Furgleton whenever they wandered into the forest.
There was one Chia who managed to get picked on a lot, an eccentric little
blue Chia, with owlish glasses and a high IQ. His name was Alexander T. Chia,
or Al, as he preferred. Al had an unusual interest in Lupes. No one knew why.
Maybe it was that he loved the danger of working with them. Maybe it was a childhood
trauma that warped his mind. Maybe he had nothing better to do. Whatever it
was, he spent most of his time reading up on Lupes. He was a famous Lupologist,
and you could ask him almost anything about Lupes, and he knew it. He still
yearned for knowledge that the books couldn't provide, so he constantly wandered
into the forest, trying to observe some of the Lupe packs that went by. Of course,
those expeditions never ended well. He kept on trying though, and went to extremes
to just watch the Lupes for a good five minutes."
One day, Al, tired of spending his time getting bruised, decided to go on a
vacation. "I can relax and read Arts and Crafts with Lupes on a Maraquan
Cruise..." Al thought. He grabbed his suitcase and started packing. "Yes, a
Maraquan Cruise! Maraqua is a nice, quiet, peaceful place! I'll visit there!"
After stocking a hefty supply of Chia belts, T-shirts, and other necessities,
Al set off for the Neopian Cruise Line, Fluffy, his Cobrall, following behind.
"I'd like a ticket to Maraqua please!" He smiled at the gloomy looking Acara
at the front desk.
"Whatever." The Acara handed him a ticket, and he hopped onboard, a cheery
look on his face.
"Maraqua! Here I come!"
The Acara waved, gloomily responding: "Whatever."
Al sat on the deck, sipping a lemonade and smiling. "Ah... I deserved a vacation..."
Al sighed, adjusting his clip-on sunglasses. Suddenly, the loudspeaker boomed.
"We are now directly over Maraqua. Please fasten your seat..." she was cut
short. Suddenly, the water began to churn.
"Wha-?" Al was violently thrown off the ship as a huge storm suddenly came
out of nowhere.
"AHHHHH!!!" Al gurgled as he was swept under the swirling water. He fought
the waves as hard as he could, but to no avail.
"OH PIFFLE!!" he bellowed, before hitting his head and passing out...
Al woke up quite a while later. "Piffle piffle piffle..." he cursed, rubbing
his head. He looked around.
"Hey, where am I?" he wondered. There was a vast jungle and a sandy beach,
and out of nowhere, drums were beating.
"Hey, this is weird..." Al looked around warily. Suddenly, he saw it! "Techo
Mountain!! I'm on Mystery Island! I'm..." Al paused, a spear brushing his hair
before sticking in a palm tree behind him. "I'm going to be leaving now..."
Al screamed and fled, the drums suddenly getting louder before bursting out
of the jungle came... "LUPES!!" Al cried. These weren't just any
Lupes, you see. These were the Humuhumunukunukaupua Lupes of the Northern shores
of Mystery Island, one of the most dangerous Lupe packs around. They wore nose
rings and Kougra pelts, with wild, bushy hair and a ear piercing howl, dashing
through the jungle and chasing down prey. They were cannibals and carnivores,
and were so wild it was said they'd kill their own mothers once they are old
enough. And low and behold, fifteen of these bloodthirsty beasts were now chasing
Al, throwing spears and shooting arrows. Al would have been glad to study them
in different circumstances. "WOW!! THE ACTUAL HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKAUPUA TRIBE!! "
Al screamed, an arrow sticking in the ground behind him. "WHAT A GREAT OPPORTUNITY!!"
Suddenly, he tripped over a carefully concealed wire into a deep pit. "OH PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFLEEEE!!!"
he screeched, landing with a thud on the bottom.
Al looked up after his hard fall. Fifteen heads grinned, yellow teeth, bushy
yellow and red fur, and decorative war paints all seemingly glowing in the dark
pit. Al shuddered as they threw down a rope...
Al stretched his bound arms out, desperately reaching out, grunting with effort,
until finally pressing the record button on his ever handy waterproof crash-proof
tape recorder on his belt. He was tied to a totem in the middle of a ring of
fire, the Lupes laughing and dancing around him. "These primitive creatures
seem to be performing some kind of ceremony..." Al whispered.
"They're dancing around the victim, giggling, seeming as though they are in
celebration. Now they are sharpening knives. It seems as though they are preparing
some kind of feast... Now they are dragging the victim out of the fire, and
onto a large, decorative table. I'm amazed at what looks like a giant Lupe god
statue. These primitive creatures are now talking..." Al pauses to listen to
the chant at this point...
"Ugga Wugga Bugga!! Ugga Wugga Bugga!!" The Lupes chanted, dancing around the
stunned Al.
"Yes, it appears as though they are sacrificing me to this god of theirs, Ugga
Wugga Bugga, a giant Lupe idol decorated with Pteri feathers and red paints."
Al wished he could use his handy dandy camera right now. "Now they are decorating
the victim with war paints and a barbaric headdress..." Al noted, writing it
down quickly as the Lupes dressed him. "Aha, it seems as though their leader
is performing a sacred ceremony right now..." The Lupe sprinkled some spices
over him, licking his chops. "Now apparently, they are going to put me under
a large... obelisk, it looks like?" He looked up, a heavy piece of rock dangling
from a rope above his head. "Yes, they are going to crush their victim..." Al
noted, a Lupe sawing away at the rope. "Yes, I guess after they're done, they'll
devour the remains. I see now." Al looked around. "Let's see... Yes, it looks
like Chia pancakes..." Al laughed slightly, looking at his impending doom.
Just then, out of nowhere, zooming from a nearby tree, came... "Fluffy?" Al
watched as his faithful PetPet swung down, screeching. He slammed into the head
Lupe, knocking him off the platform. "AIIIIEEEE!!" the Lupe cried. He landed
against the idol statue. It started to shake, shudder, then it fell over with
a dull thud. There was a brief silence. Then, the ground started to shake. The
Humuhumunukunukaupua were screaming, fleeing as the ground split in half, swallowing
their homes. Fluffy wrapped around Al's leg and dragged him off. "BUT I WANT
TO SEE THE END OF THE CEREMONY!!" Al cried, as the whole bit of island crumbled
into the ocean.
Al sat in a rowboat, miserable. "Well Fluffy, great! Out of the frying pan
into the fire!" he retorted as a Jetsam circled their boat. "Now tell me Fluffy,
now what?" Fluffy seemed to shrug as they continued to float away from Mystery
Island. It looks like it's going to be a looong trip...
And so, Alexander T. Chia the First and his companion, Fluffy, set sail. Should
you see them while your sailing the sea, why not give him a hand?
The End |
