"Painted Weewoo and the Maraquan Dillema" by cherishtwilight "Boss. Boss, something’s happened.”
“What is it, you nitwits?” the shuffling of feathers. A Weewoo in a suit and tie, eliminating evidence of pastry crumbs and red jam. “I’m busy.”
“Lawrence and Burlap’s come back from their job, they brought back their messages with them. Their diving suits are broken, Lawrence is completely catatonic and Burlap’s muttering things. Something about read smug, or knee lugs.”
The Boss glared at them both, silently. “Where’d they come from?”
“Maraqua, sir.”
The Boss stood silently in the quiet mess of the office, before massaging his forehead with a feather or two. “Has it not occurred to you idiots that he may’ve said ‘Slug Monster’?”
A Different Route Once upon a time, nothing happened. Not a very exciting start to a story is it? That was the problem Ned had. He wanted to write a story that would be the best thing since sliced Neggs, but he had absolutely nothing interesting to say.
700 Wishes The past few weeks had been long and hard. Her tired eyes and defeated posture earned some sympathy from the charming Shoyru, who had placed a large drink in front of the young lady, rather than the small she had ordered. The girl hadn’t even noticed.
Addressing The White Weewoo Stereotypes White Weewoos seem like perfectly loyal little creatures that want to do nothing but bring good to all of Neopia… but is that really what they are, or have we tricked ourselves into believing those big, innocent eyes? The White Weewoo’s long standing affiliation with the Neopian Times has caused some untrue stereotypes, and I am here to address them today and set the record straight once and for all, at the risk of the Weewoo’s wrath.
100 Reasons Why We Love Neopets: Celebrating NT700 We all play Neopets… but why? Everyone has their own interests and specialties, whether it be game trophies, restocking, writing, or much, much more. Curious about this question, Olly and Solo took to the boards and asked the general population.
The Gallant Return of Kathryn and Tobin: Part Five By the time we had completed the glass-bottom boat tour, it was only one o'clock, so I had two hours to kill before Daisy came over. Tobin asked if I wanted to explore the woods for snorkles that liked to root around in the undergrowth and leaf litter for truffles, but I was too mad at him.
The Legacy of the Black Pawkeet: Part Eight “Well what should we do now?” I asked Hannah as the Black Pawkeet once again pulled into the port on Krawk Island. We had made good time after rescuing her and Armin. It had only taken us a day to get back.