The Princely Pet Chronicles: Part 2

by prince_scorch

"My, my! Lots of wood!" Yihungiat seized a thin piece. He began to light the branch. The blaze from his mouth licked at the rod and the place lit up. They shaded their eyes with their hooves (and hands/claws/whatever). Jeremandrew pointed to a shelf. "The house's owner's items!" Yihungiat saw a silver paintbrush.

"I wanna look like Sisqorchio!"

"Huh?" said Jeremandrew as he raised his eyebrow.

"He sang the Wrong Song. He's wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong-wrong! That NeoPet is real stupid, buh-dum-buh…"

"Oh, yah…" Jeremandrew cut him off.

They were marching upstairs the next instant. After some more exploration they unearthed a theatre.

"Wow! These peeps have personal zoos, personal fountains, and personal theatres, too. Personal junk drives me batty," said Yihungiat.

He went backstage and leaned on the door. His arms slid down and pushed the handle. The door popped open and the blue Scorchio dropped into a hole in the dressing room floor. Jeremandrew's girlfriend, Onaella, galloped onto the scene next to Jeremandrew. She began to pull him away. He finally gave in and had to depart from the haunted house. Yihungiat fell onto a chair in an underground place. He saw a line on some parchment in front of him.

"Sign here," Yihungiat read.

He dipped a pen in ink and scribbled down: Yihungiat Dragonartel. The hideous creature from upstairs appeared.

"Attention, soooooooouljah! You have just enrolled to be in the Scary Army, ya flea-bitten maggot! I am Drill Sergeant Monstre! We'll go to the Battledome a few days from now and destroy the Coconut army!"

Yihungiat raised his eyebrow, but was dragged to a training place underground. Drill Sgt. Monstre told him he was supposed to do the obstacles, etc., and then dissed him badly. He jumped into the catapult. He shot the rope with flame and burnt through it. The catapult slung him through the air. He clutched a bar in the air which was suspended from a jungle gym and swung around it. Yihungiat looked like a blue spinning blur. He zipped into the air onto the jungle gym and fell through it. Except he did it graciously. It was an astounding thing to watch! Well, anyway, he landed in a colossal hamster wheel. He drove his elbow into the side of the wheel. It began to bowl through the scene. Then, Scorch's most prized pet (Writer's Note: Sorry to the rest of my pets!) scurried towards the front. The wheel, uh…wheeled…forward. Then he turned it around. He zipped across the ground and the wheel shook. Drill Sgt. Monstre's jaw dropped as the tremendous hamster wheel came towards him.

The wheel's speed was quite unusual. Yihungiat was kicked out. He headed up the stairs to the basement.

"That was like H-E-Double Hockey Sticks," he mumbled.

A voice muttered, "It was."

Yihungiat ran around the house screaming. He felt a tug on his scales.

"You are Beelzebub's minion!"

The small bat who had been tugging on him slapped him upside the head. "Ow," he whined, "that hurts. Why diddya do that?"

The rap in the head gave him a feeble headache. He whirled around. "Lucif--" He stopped. "HIHONEOAWAY491 DRAGONARTEL! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOIN' HERE?!?!?!?!"

Hihoneoaway (his nickname) glowered at him. "Saving you!"

"Whatcha talkin' about?

"The spirits who live here."

"What about 'em?"

"They think pickles taste like German tourist's brains." (Writer's Note: Nothing against Germans. My family's from Germany.)

Yihungiat raised his eyebrow. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I dunno. It's fun saying that."

"Oh, shut up, ignoramus."

"I laugh at your incompetence with disrespecting people. Ha, ha."

"I laugh at your strength status, which is pathetic, your defence status, which is defenceless, and your…stuff…movement…hardly-moves-boy!"

"Well, Jeremandrew's the smartest! He's clever."

"I'll go get some books."

*INTERMISSION*

Yihungiat went down to the basement and got some books. He opened them up and heard a roar. He jumped. He flipped through the book and stopped at the end. He saw an electric device attached to the inside of the back cover. He shut the book, then opened it again. Another roar. He continued to open and close the book. It made music. HHNA491 (another nickname) started scat-singing. "Boom, chicka boom, dang dang, ricka sticka." It echoed through the haunted house. A ghost flew around making "boo" sounds. It made doo-wop music.

"Nice vamp…" Yihungiat mumbled.

"I'm courageous, I am brave, I can walk into a room full of evil and wave. I am bright, I am smart, I am cool, some think I rule, every single day, in every single way, I'm a hero, ask anyone, they'll tell ya right away! Sooooooooooooooo, I'm nice, I'm confident, I'm daring, and for every sad/hurt person I'm caring. I'm adventurous and all that jazz. Gotta leave right now, see ya later, razz!" Yihungiat let out a loud sloppy raspberry, then ran away. He unintentionally hit the wall. It shook and the house fell over. The ghost was a sheet on a fan prong. A real haunted house loomed ahead.

The End