| He can make any dish with prunes. Prune cake, prune roast,
prune-flavored ice cream… The guy is a nut for prunes. He says they're good for
all of us members of the Shadow Alliance, but he really has no idea… Whenever
he serves one of his 10-course prune meals, there's a line for the bathroom that
stretches out the door!
He even has his own "prune garden" next to his
kitchen, or, as he prefers, his 'galley'. A weird one, I tell you, and a shame
that he is the one who is supposed to "own" me. He's a Pirate Krawk named Outlast,
and I happen to be a Pepito named Triano. I have been forced to live with people
like him because my owner couldn't find a real place for me, not that she's
much of an owner.
My group and I have been fighting for petpet
freedom and to take over Neopia for a while now, with no success. Though, that
does not mean we have stopped, nor does it mean that we have replaced Outlast
with a better cook. He is, actually, a wonderful cook when he's not using prunes,
even though he, unfortunately, does so often. No, no, not often… Every day!
Alas, it seemed as if these prunes were doing
nothing but our members' terrifying torture (save Guide who loves the prunes).
Though, Outlast insists that his prunes have some super-prune power…
***
It was a quiet day at dusk. Outlast was out in his Prune Garden, as usual,
with his tormentor, Chaelia (another Pirate Krawk), stalking silently after,
with Darkwise's stolen Attack Fork in hand. Rhinopox (an Island Tonu) was out
with Atkiera and Gavdrael (an Island Kougra and black Scorchio), while I was
at home with only Mareni and Capone (a Green Doglefox and a Christmas Meepit),
and the occasional visitor from our guild.
It was a very restful day, indeed. There was
no work to be done or plots to be plotted. Only relaxation. I was thinking wistfully
of a certain Bluna when I heard a yell from outside.
"I've done it! I've done it!" Outlast cried.
Meanwhile, I could also hear Chaelia screaming the roof loose.
Capone, Mareni and I rushed outside where Chaelia
nearly ran into us, waving Darkwise's Attack Fork in the air, trying to bat
some dark blue blobs from the air. She rushed inside, and would not answer me
when I asked what was wrong. I dodged the flying blue blobs and hurried as fast
as I could towards the cheering Outlast.
"What have you done, you fool?" I demanded.
"I've done it, Triano! My prunes… They can fly!"
he yelled, jumping in the air and laughing like a maniac.
Sure enough, when I focused on one of the flying
blue blobs, a dried prune with black wings appeared.
"You have got to be kidding me," Capone said
in disbelief, her jaw nearly dragged on the ground.
Mareni shook his head with a distasteful frown.
"What good are these? So they can fly, who cares?"
I grinned mischievously, "Oh, I think they could
be useful… Oh, yes…"
***
It took plenty of coaxing to force Chaelia to get into the Battledome with
an arsenal of flying prunes, but she finally agreed. We had slung her over Rhinopox's
back, and she struggled constantly in our rope binds, trying to scream through
her gag.
Outlast was having a field day.
"Aw! Is Chaelia-Waelia afraid of the ickle prunie-woonies?"
he snickered.
Chaelia could only glare death at him.
When we finally arrived, we immediately set
off for the Quick Fight area, where we met, believe it or not, my enemy, the
pretty boy Myyth.
He blinked in surprise when he saw his opponent.
"Chaelia?"
She hissed like a cornered Aisha and released
the prunes, her anger unleashed. He fell to the ground like a sack of waterlogged
Meridell potatoes.
Swiftly, we tied and gagged him. I laughed maniacally
the entire time. Imagine! I thought excitedly, Myyth!
It went on like that for some time. Battledome
Newbies to Battledome gurus fell to the might of the dried prunes. All bound
and gagged for the jail cells up above the Shadow Alliance NeoHome for Mareni
to brainwash later. Their petpets were also taken to be stashed in the petpet
garden on the first floor where petpets could run freely.
It seemed we were taking over Neopia right then
and there when the unthinkable occurred. The disgusting little Eyrie, DenorAiDevlin,
ate our prunes! Just as the prune infirmary advanced on him, he grinned like
the evil demon he was, opened his beak and ate each and every last prune!
Outlast, with a sad cry, leapt forward and tried
to topple the Eyrie, but was too late. His flying prunes were devoured.
We were then forced to trudge back to the NeoHome,
hauling our unconscious victims behind us, Outlast sobbing loudly at the loss
of his prunes. Unfortunately, the Chia Police had been notified by none other
than Devlin. With all the bodies we had, there was no possible way to hide them
all or to run with them. Stumbling through the trees of the Haunted Woods, we
vainly tried to avoid them.
Thankfully, we succeeded as our NeoHome was
in sight. We were free! …And that was when the ugly face of Shaylir appeared
before us.
"I… Want... My... Pets… NOW!" she growled, looking
truly menacing.
Rhino nudged up, grinning happily. "Shaylir!"
he bellowed.
The Menacing Demon was immediately bright and
cheery as she patted and crooned to Rhino.
Before she could notice, we tried to pull the
bodies away. But, of course, knowing my luck, she saw.
"Triano!" she scolded.
Of course, as my luck goes, that was enough
time for the Chia Police to catch up to us.
So, not only did we lose the chance to make
Myyth no longer a threat, but also any other hopes of having hundred of loyal
minions. And I'm in prison until Gryphon bails me out.
Ah, well, on the bright side… Outlast has many
more flying prunes in the making… As well as some other prune-ish things I haven't
heard of yet. Including the unusual "Prune Mobile."
I told you the guy was a nut for prunes.
The End
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