(As of March 2, 2006, I am taking the entire 'Angry Mob' series and editing them for the usual typos and I'm going combine all three stories into one long story. Why? Because halfway through Angry Mob Three, I realized that I was beating a dead horse. In other words, I was pushing the joke too far. So now, I'm turning the Angry Mob series into one painfully long fanfic. Mistakes will be fixed as well as some of the plot.)

Vocabulary words

Seminar- Any meeting for exchanging information and holding discussions.

Alluring- to be attractive or tempting.

Incinerator- a furnace or apparatus for burning trash, garbage, etc., to ashes.

It was a beautiful sunny day in Sunrise Springs. The birds were being annoying, the sheep were bidding on flameproof vests on E-bay, and the water was...behaving how water should behave. However, there was one thing missing. The land appeared to be vacant. Everyone was in a nearby cave talking about nothing, waiting for the lesson to begin. There were Bianca, Sheila, Sgt. Byrd, Hunter, Bentley, Agent 9, Zoe, Elora, Gnasty Gnorc, Ripto, the sorceress, and about twenty-five random characters from all the other worlds. Spyro stepped up to the podium.

"Attention everyone!" he said. Everyone became quiet. Spyro cleared his throat. "Ahem! We've only go an hour, so let's get started. Welcome to the 'Become an Angry Mob' seminar. Did you all bring your inflatable, life-size Moneybags dummies?" Everyone held his or hers up. "Good! Good!" Spyro exclaimed approvingly. "Go ahead and inflate them, and listen carefully." Spyro and everyone else inflated their dummies.

"The first thing to do is to make a fist. Draw your arm back like so, and punch as hard as you can." Spyro demonstrated and everyone else tried it out. "Good, that's it!" praised Spyro. He tapped on a chalkboard that appeared out of nowhere. He had drawn a picture of Moneybags with five or six Xs on him in different places. "These are the areas on that bear that are the most important to hit. Mark the points on your dummies and practice punching him in all these spots."

After everyone had done that for a while, Spyro called for order. "Pay attention now! Fling your dummy to the ground like this and headbash it in the head and/or stomach area. Those of you who can't headbash, pull out a club from behind your back and proceed to whack it instead."

Everyone did exactly as they were told. Spyro only had to keep Ripto from using the chainsaw once. Then they practiced lighting torches and chanting, learned the proper way of carrying pitchforks, were assigned choice weapons, and were instructed on how to walk or run in a group.

One Hour Later

All the life-size inflatable Moneybags dummies were either burned, deflated, shredded, dust, or all of the above. They simply tossed their dummies in the incinerator to clean up. "Now, do you all know the basics of being an angry mob?" Spyro asked. Everyone nodded. "Good. Now pick up your weapons of torture and follow me. Remember to chant 'get him' nice and loud." He led the way to Midnight Mountain, where Moneybags was trying to scam a few people. The bear heard the alluring sound of people chanting "GET HIM!" and looked up to see an angry mob led by Spyro.

"Um, I see you are all a little tense with my er...um... business tactics." The Angry Mob drew nearer, and Moneybags could tell they had been practicing. "What if I was to offer ten percent off coupons to all of you?" he said as he backed up. "Twenty percent off? Fifty percent off? Sixty percent off? Buy one get one free? YAAAHHHH!" Moneybags turned and ran.

"After him!" yelled Spyro. The Angry Mob chased Moneybags through Midnight Mountain, Evening Lake, and caught up to him in Frozen Altars. "Attack!" The Angry Mob grabbed the bear and proceeded to use their many dangerous weapons of torture on him. Then Hunter, Sheila, and the sorceress threw him off a cliff. A goat walked by, whistling.

Spyro jumped up in a ledge and addressed the crowd. "Congratulations, guys! You passed your first test as an angry mob! Come back tomorrow and get your diplomas."

Sure, it was cheesy and pretty corny, but was it funny? My main goal here is to make people laugh, especially if said people are having a bad day.

Before this gets mentioned, I do know that the sound of an approaching crowd of disgruntled persons is probably not going to be alluring. At the time I edited this, I thought it was funny.