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The Air Faerie flew over the dense city of Neopia Central
carrying her precious cargo: a white Aisha named Yoko, a mutant Kacheek named
Gioacchino, and a red Eyrie named Jon. She landed with a soft thump on the cobbled
street in front of 63994, Neopia Avenue, Neopia Central.
"Thank you, Miss Air Faerie!" said Yoko.
"You're always welcome," she smiled. She then
turned to Gioacchino. "Now, no more comments about the Faeries," she said.
Gioacchino nodded, glumly. "Thank you, Miss
Air Faerie," he said, rather forcefully.
She smiled and slowly became a wisp of air again,
which disappeared into the evening sky.
The three slowly walked up to the doorstep of
their brick house. "Wow, this feels weird," Yoko finally said. "It's like...
coming home, after a great journey."
"That's because we ARE coming home after a great
journey, Captain Obvious," muttered Gioacchino.
Jon rapped on the door loudly, which seemed
to have started a chain reaction throughout the house. Yelps and screams echoed
throughout the house. Finally, after a long wait, the door flung open. A very
frazzled-looking girl stood, glaring at them all.
"Well? Come to sell me another extended warranty
package? Or maybe the two-by-two-by-two extension with an extra petpet if you
buy more than three?" she growled.
Jon exchanged confused glances with Gioacchino.
Yoko stood up, her eyes watering. "Don't you
recognize us, mommy?"
"Don't you 'mom' me! I've had enough! My name's
Erika!" she hissed. "If I hear one more, "Mom, can I borrow..." or "Mommy, I
swear it wasn't me..." I'm going to..."
"Mom, it's us! It's me, Yoko! And Jon! And Gioacchino!"
she whined.
"Yoko?" asked Erika. "My little Yoko?"
Yoko nodded, as did Gioacchino and Jon.
Erika seemed to glow. She scooped up the three
in her arms, hugging them as tightly as possible. Jon gasped for air. Gioacchino
said something very rude, but luckily for him, it came out very muffled.
Erika dropped them after a minute. "Where WERE
you three? I was so worried... and lonely..."
"Well... it all started way back when you sent
us to AstronomyDog and Tchaol's house, and then Gioacchin--" started Yoko.
Jon rolled his eyes. "We'll tell you tomorrow."
Erika nodded. "Fair enough."
A pink Lenny had appeared at Erika's feet. It
squawked loudly. "Oh, shut up, will you, Nolan?"
"Nolan?" asked Gioacchino.
"Umm," started Erika, looking down at her feet.
"I was so lonely after you three hadn't come back after a week, that I decided
that I would get some new pets. So I went to the Adoption Agency, and the stupid
Uni tricked me into taking almost ALL of them home..."
"How many are there?" asked Jon, curiously,
as a desert Kougra appeared from behind.
"Forty-seven," Erika mumbled.
"FORTY-SEVEN?!" screamed Gioacchino. "Forty-seven?
We're gone for a week and you adopt forty-seven pets?!"
"I was lonely! And your petpet didn't object,
I'll have you know!" hissed Erika, as a Mongmong appeared from behind. It squeaked,
and flew at Gioacchino.
Gioacchino ripped it off his face. "That's because
Maestoso and most other Mongmongs couldn't say 'no' if their life depended on
it! This one especially, he came from the shallow end of the gene pool..."
Erika looked at her feet again. "I'm sorry."
Yoko went up to her. "It's okay, mommy! I'm
going to like having all these new brothers and sisters!"
Erika shook her head. "They're a handful. I
can't control them."
Jon stepped forward. "Why don't you just send
them back to the pound?"
Erika looked at her, wide-eyed. "No! That would
be so mean... I'd feel horrible for the rest of my life if we did that! I mean...
it's cruel."
The four sat went to the living room and sat
down to think. They were followed by the pink Lenny known as Nolan, a strawberry
Tuskaninny named Bert, a desert Kougra named Leontyne, a brown Grundo called
Jane, and a red Bruce called Calvin.
"What can we do?" mumbled Erika, leaning back
in her chair, and as they sat in thought, the rest of the adopted pets filed
into the living room and made a nuisance of themselves by tearing the curtains,
ripping up the books, and flipping through the television stations at an alarming
rate.
"NO! Stop it! That's so annoying!" Erika cried,
trying to pry the remote out of the paws of Leontyne.
Jon suddenly perked up. "I have an idea! What's
the name of your friend... the one with AstronomyDog and Tchaol?"
"Astrophysicist. Why?"
Jon grinned.
Two hours later, Erika, Jon, Gioacchino, and
Yoko sat down their totally empty living room. "Aah, this is the life," she
said, leaning back in her chair, and picking up the remote control and turning
on the television.
"Welcome back to the Saturday night marathon
of Daze of our Lives!" the television chirped. "Coming up next, the pivotal
episode #394860: Sierra and Clay's high school reunion!"
"Aah, the good ol' days," agreed Jon. "I wonder
how Astrophysicist is doing over there on Rainbow Avenue..."
Meanwhile, in a house on the other side of Neopia
Central...
"I SAID NO!" screamed Astrophysicist. "Don't
touch that! That's my 1st place prize-winning rocket from my elementary school
science fair! AstronomyDog! Tchaol! HELP!"
Tchaol the Christmas Gelert and AstronomyDog
the starry Gelert were wrestling Nolan the pink Lenny over the remote. Nolan
wrestled himself out of Tchaol's grip and flew up on top of the television.
He started to run through the channels at a light speed rate.
"NO! Stop it! That's SO ANNOYING!" yelled AstronomyDog.
Nolan cackled maliciously.
A large boom came from the kitchen, and gusts
of purple smoke issued out from the kitchen into the hall. A rather-frazzled
looking Astrophysicist came in from the kitchen. "Well, there goes my science
project," she muttered.
AstronomyDog toddled in from the living room.
"Who ever sent the big box to us reading, 'CAUTION! FRAGILE! Jet packs among
other interesting geeky science objects directly from the Neopian Space Station!'
is going to be in so much trouble once we get our paws on them," growled AstronomyDog.
Tchaol nodded in agreement.
Astrophysicist wiped her brow. "Well, we'll
just have to get rid of them," she said.
"Let's send them to the pound!" offered Tchaol.
"No!" cried Astrophysicist. "That's cruel! Heartless!
There's forty-seven too many to go to the pound! I would feel just horrible,"
she said.
A crash came from the living room. A broken
wing from a handmade model of the Neopian Space Station rolled into the hallway.
Astrophysicist looked at it sadly, and Tchaol
and AstronomyDog didn't speak. Through gritted teeth, Astrophysicist broke the
silence. "Well, maybe... I've been meaning to have a chat with ol' Dr_Death,
anyway..."
Tchaol and AstronomyDog cheered.
The End
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