|
Untitled Document
*Jingle* *Jingle*
"Money for the poor," begged a Christmas Kougra
in an ugly patched brown T-shirt to a robot Kacheek. "Money for the poor!"
"Yeah," said a Mutant Buzz in the same clothes,
aiming an Alien Aisha Ray Gun at the Kacheek, "or else we'll blast you into
oblivion!"
"EEK!" screamed the robot Kacheek. "Run for
your lives! Call the cops! HELP!"
"You know, Zemblo," said the Christmas Kougra,
turning to the mutant Buzz, "You really must stop doing that!"
"Doing what?" asked Zemblo, the mutant Buzz.
"Trying to stay alive, Saenchoe? This is how life works in Neopia! People earn
Neopoints, and we steal them! Fair and square!"
"We must make a new approach at this whole life
thing," said Saenchoe.
"How?" asked Zemblo. "We live on a lunch table
in the Grundo Café! We're beggars! Without this ray gun, we'd be dead! And everyone
knows there is only one approach to shooting! You aim, then you press the trigger!"
"I mean getting a job!" said Saenchoe. "Look
at this sign!" He pointed at a sign that hung on one of the rusty walls of the
VirtuPets Space Station.
"Wow," said Zemblo. "It's a sign!"
"Read it, nincompoop!" said Saenchoe.
"Fine," said Zemblo. "Space pirates needed. Call
1-888-SLOTH. Why on earth would I want to be a space pirate?"
"You could get that Asparagus Ray Gun you always
wanted!" exclaimed Saenchoe. "And besides, the job is what you like doing best!
Pushing people around and shooting them with ray guns!"
"What are we waiting for?" asked Zemblo, "Let's
steal 25 Neopoints so we can use a pay phone!"
***
"Are you sure this is the right place?" asked Saenchoe, shivering.
"What a wuss!" said Zemblo.
"Yes," said a smooth voice behind them. "HE has
been awaiting your arrival!"
"EEK!" screamed Saenchoe as he jumped around
to see a mutant Grundo.
"Careful not to wet your self!" said Zemblo.
They followed the mutant Grundo into a chamber, and I think it's obvious whom
they saw...
***
"Ugh!" complained Zemblo. "That, by far, is the NASTIEST thing I've ever seen!"
"Uh, excuse me," said Saenchoe, looking rather
wheezy, "uh, is their somewhere, like a toilet where I can, yah know... BLEH!
Never mind..."
"GUARDS!" shouted Dr. Sloth. "GUARDS! Take this
slave to the torture chamber at once!"
"No," said the mutant Grundo that had guided
them there, as he was dragged out of the "chamber." "NO!!! Please! I'm a newbie
around here! Give me some slack! NO!!!"
"Sheesh, can't anyone get any privacy around
here!" moaned Sloth. "Sure, he's a newbie, but he should at least know the difference
between the bathroom and my office!"
"Are those your..." said Saenchoe, looking quite
uncomfortable. "BLEH!"
"Somebody get the custodian in here!" shouted
Dr. Sloth.
***
"Uh, that's better," said Sloth, "In my suit, ready for another day of evil!
So, what are you two idiots doing here?"
"Uh, we came here to apply for the job," said
Saenchoe, feeling slightly better.
"Uh, go see my book-keeper," said Sloth.
"We should?" asked Zemblo.
"You should what?" asked Sloth.
"Go see your bookkeeper!" said Saenchoe.
"Who should?" asked Sloth.
"We should!" yelled Zemblo, getting impatient.
"Who are you?" asked Sloth, spinning around in
his chair like a child.
"The Neopets who are applying for the job of
space pirates, who you asked to see the BOOKKEEPER!" shouted Saenchoe.
"What bookkeeper?" asked Sloth.
"That's it!" shouted Zemblo, pulling out his
Alien Aisha Ray Gun. "I oughtta..."
"Ooh," said Sloth, "I like this guy! Guide them
to their new ship!" A slave mutant Grundo dragged them off out of the chamber...
***
"You call his a ship?!" said Saenchoe, disappointed. "It's a piece of scrap!"
"Sorry," said the mutant Grundo. "It's all we
currently have. The great Dr. Sloth thought it was carrying high-tech weapons
to the Defenders of Neopia and ordered us to abduct it."
"You mean this ship is filled with some of the
most advanced weapons in Neopia?" asked Zemblo. "It's a dream come true!"
"Actually, no," said the Grundo, "It really was
bringing a load of plushies to the toy shop from Virtupets Toys Co."
"No time to waste," shouted Sloth. "Go, go, GO!"
"But, wait..." murmured Saenchoe, just before
the door was slammed. "Prepare for take off," said another Grundo slave from
inside a tower, "3... 2... 1... BLAST OFF!"
About a minute later, inside the ship, Saenchoe
and Zemblo were scrambled up at the back of the ship covered in plushies.
"That was really a here's-your-hat-what's-your-hurry
situation," said Saenchoe, rubbing his head, "He didn't even tell us are first
mission!" All a sudden, the screen on the dashboard started getting static.
"It's Sloth!" said Saenchoe, as the static started
to go off.
"Anyway," said Sloth, "Now that you're out there,
I'll tell you your mission. I want you to take over Darigan for me."
"WHAT?!?" shouted Zemblo, "Take over DARIGAN?!?"
"Yes, I'm starting you off with easy missions,"
said Sloth, as if it was a piece of cake, "Anyway, I want to take full control
over Darigan so I will be able to control their army. Over half of Neopia's
strong fighters are apart of that army! If I could take lead, I will finally
be able to start my reign over Neopia!"
"Easy?" said Saenchoe.
"Sorry," said Sloth, "I have to go. That Chicken
Cordon Bleu sandwich is calling out my name!"
"We're approaching, Zemblo!" said Saenchoe, "So
that's what the 'Citadel of Darigan' looks like."
"I bet they've got TONS of ray guns in storage
there!" exclaimed Zemblo, jumping up and down like he has to go to the bathroom.
"Will you take your mind off guns for a while!"
said Saenchoe, watching Zemblo jump with glee, "First we need to think about
how we're going to take over Darigan!"
***
In the Darigan Castle, they approached two growling Draconian Skeiths with
ferocious Drackonacks on leashes.
"Uh," said Zemblo, pondering, "Look! A Spyder!"
"EEK!" "Where! Where! Is it on me?" they screamed.
Then they ran away like little girls.
"Well that takes care of that," said Zemblo,
proudly with his chin up. As they entered the castle, a Draconian Grarrl approached
them.
"Oh they're here!" it said, cheerfully, sort
or squeaky, maybe even sort of pathetic, "He has been waiting for you! Come
in! Come in!" Zemblo and Saenchoe just looked at each other.
"Let's just follow the feminine Grarrl," said
Saenchoe, "This might be a good start. He--er, I think he-will most likely lead
us to Lord Darigan."
"Lord Darigan?!?"
As they approached the two gigantic doors leading
to the throne room, the Draconian Grarrl joyfully skipped up behind them.
He opened the doors and squeakily said, "Wa-la!
Your two little slaves are here! Now excuse me while I go have some tea! Hee-hee!"
"Slaves?!?" yelled Zemblo, "We're no ones..."
"Quiet, Zemblo," whispered Saenchoe, "Just go
along with it. And technically, we're Sloth's slaves..."
"No were his..." Zemblo almost finished, but
all a sudden the emperor started mumbling.
"Aw-hawv-nee-owg-i-taws!" said the emperor with
a swollen mouth.
"Whatty-whatty-what-what?" said Zemblo, confused.
"Grr," he said, with his fists tight. Then he
took a notebook from behind his chair and started writing. Then he ripped the
piece of paper off and he gave it to them. It said:
I said I have Neogitus, you nincompoops!
Bring me a Medicinal toothbrush NOW!!!
"Okay, er, where do you keep the medical supplies?"
asked Saenchoe.
"Wa dawn't," said the Lord.
"We taunt?" asked Saenchoe.
"No, he said we want," replied Zemblo.
"No but that doesn't make sense either... Maybe
it's..." said Zemblo, when Lord Darigan stuffed another note in his face. It
read:
Just hurry and go to Meridell
to get some before I EAT YOU!!!
Saenchoe and Zemblo were about to scurry out
when his Moehog guard came up to him with another note. He then took the note
and read it.
"The great lord says, 'You fools!" read the Moehog, "You can't go
down to Meridell from Darigan without disguise! You'd last about as long as
those skeletons in the corner lasted against me!'"
"Well for one," started Zemblo, "How do you suggest
we go down there then, your evilness, and for two, that really depends how strong
those Neopets were." The emperor handed his guard another note.
"The great lord says, 'For one," started the
Moehog, simply dress as a great Meridell hero..." Then another guard grabbed
the armor off of two skeletons. "And for two," he continued, "Those skeletons
belonged to foolish Newbies who pets were level ONE! Now take your rusty lame
little useless ship down there and get me some medicine!"
In the Meridell market, there was much misery.
People looked tired, beat, and weak. As they left the medicine shop, Zemblo
said, "Let's hurry up and get out of this stinky place!"
"Were not done yet," said Zemblo.
"Are you blind?!?" said Zemblo, "We have the
stinkin' toothbrush! Now let's get out of here!"
"We have to make everything perfect! This is
for one of the great lords of Neopia!" said Saenchoe.
"You're starting to sound like you really are
his slave!" said Zemblo, getting impatient.
"Look, the emperor was probably thinking he was
going to get the best workers around!" explained Saenchoe, "Let's keep him believing
that! That way he won't expect a thing! Now what can we use to add a little
touch of royalty..."
"Fine," said Zemblo, "I have a plan. Just follow
me to the ship!"
***
In the ship, Zemblo was digging through a pile of plushies.
"No... No... Yes! This will do fine!"
"What are you babbling on about now?" asked Saenchoe.
"Oh, I just found a little get-well gift to add
to the toothbrush!" said Zemblo.
"Well, what is it?" asked Saenchoe. "Oh," he
said, "Just a expensive Cybunny Plushie I found at the back of this so called,
'rusty lame little useless ship.'"
"Zemblo, we're talking about one of the most
fierce and evil Neopians around" said Saenchoe, "and you plan on giving him
a Cybunny plushie? He'll hate it!"
"Ah, who cares," said Zemblo, as if it was nothing,
"He'll know we tried!"
"Ah, I suppose your right," said Saenchoe, finally
coming to an agreement, "As long as it's rare and expensive..."
***
On the Citadel of Darigan, they slowly walked up to Lord Darigan, holding his
swollen cheeks.
"Awh, it's finawly har!" he mumble, "It tawk
ya longe enawf."
"Yes," said Saenchoe, with a cheery smile, "Not
only that, but we got you an extra surprise!"
"Ooh, wot is it, an expawnsive hawden tawer itawm?"
he said, clapping his hands.
"Er, no... But we did get you a rare, expensive..."
said Zemblo, almost finishing his sentence.
"A wot? A wot?" he kept on asking, "I dawn't
hawvn't owe day."
"A magnificent CYBUNNY PLUSHIE!!!" said Saenchoe,
acting as if it was the greatest item in the world. There was a great moment
of silence through the room. Then all a sudden...
"EEE! EEE! HELP ME! CYBUNNY! PUSH THE RED BUTTON!"
screamed Lord Darigan. Then tens, maybe even HUNDREDS of Darigan Elementals
came charging in, then got in a circle around the Cybunny Plushie, ready to
attack.
"Careful," said Lord Darigan, shivering at the
tip of his chair, "It's a feisty one!" Then, all of the Elementals started jumping
on the Cybunny and attacking it. When the cloud of dust cleared, the Cybunny
plushie was nowhere to be found, but the Elementals looked as if they had been
through the war again. They all slowly walked out one door with all there aches
and bruises.
"THAT'S IT!" shouted the Lord, "I've almost had
it with you slaves! Now get your butts out of here!"
"Think of it this way, sir," said Saenchoe, "It
appears you screamed so much you mouths no longer swollen!"
"Oh, your right," he said, "But still, GET OUT
NOW!!!"
"Who ever knew Draconians were so scared of
Cybunnies!" said Zemblo.
"Yes..." said Saenchoe, concentrating on something, "And I think everything
is adding up how we're going to rule Darigan! Come on! We need to go plushie
hunting again..."
***
Later on, Saenchoe and Zemblo were walking down the hallway to the throne room
with something "special" for the lord. On their way, they wouldn't stop blabbering
things to each other, since they were so happy.
"You rule!"
"No, it's all you, man."
"We don't even need Sloth anymore!" Was what
they were saying, so full of themselves. Then they heard his footprints walking
up to them around the corner.
"Shh," said Saenchoe, "He's coming!" He walked
across the corner and...
*poof!* *sprinkle!* *pow!* *puff!*
"Aha!"
"Victory is ours!"
"We rule Darigan at last!" Were things they shouted.
They had turned him into the red Cybunny with a Magical Plushie! They looked
down at him, but he didn't look scared. He just looked mad.
"Your FIRED!" he shouted.
"HA! We never did work for you, Lord Dar--no,
I mean your 'powderpuff-ness!'"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?" he said, "I'm
not Lord Darigan! I came to check up on you Newbies! I'M DR. SLOTH! MUTANT SLAVES,
GET THEM!!!" They ran straight to the docking bay, ran into the ship, and just
barely got away.
"Where to now, brother?" asked Zemblo.
"I heard the Pant Devil is hiring an army of
wedgiers!" said Saechoe, acting like nothing just happened.
"I'm there!" replied Zemblo, ready to have some
fun.
***
"Ah, to have my mouth back," said Lord Darigan, feeling his gums, "I wonder
where those to meddling slaves are..." All a sudden, the feminine Draconian
Grarrl hopped through to door again, this time with an Aisha and a Mutant Chia.
"Hee-hee-hee!" giggled the Grarrl, "Good news,
sir! The REAL slaves are here now! Now excuse me, it's time for tea!"
"No..." he said quietly, "NO... NO!!! It's happening
all over again! I'm DOOMED!!!" He ran screaming out of the room.
"I don't know about you, but so far, I think
Darigan is just plain weird, Semblo," said the Aisha turning to the mutant Chia.
"I agree, Zaenchoe," said the Mutant Chia.
The End
| 
