Sorry for not updating.

Theres my physical problems, and my mental problems, and sugar, Rammstein, Phineas and Ferb, Laichzeit, Ich Hasse Sie Meine Leibe, Taboo!, Ashes to Ashes, Grimmsville, Grey Goo Genie, and numerous other things I'm not getting into.

But, don't fret with that crap! Enjoy the story!

Evil Flippy smiled slyly. "Why, I overheard you guys talking about me."

"Didn't your mother tell you it's not polite to eavesdrop on a private conversation!" Splendid bellows.

"Oh, I'm sorry Splendid, I don't have a mother and soon, I won't have a father either." He smirks.

Skippy peers from behind Shifty's leg and speaks up "We-I mean they, wil, err, won't let you suc-c-ceed." Shifty rolls his eyes and sighs. He's right, but the fur-ball needs to shut-up!, he thought.

"Skippy's right, you'lll never suceed in your plans in your life!" Cro-Marmot adds. Evil Flippy's smile widens from ear to ear. He bares his teeth, and laughs. Splendid drops to the ground, and Cro-Marmot's muscles shrink in size. Evil swaggers forward, hands behind his back.

"Then again, who said that this real?" he smirks, unsheathing a booie knife, smiling evily.

Mole turns on his heel and shouts, "Retreat and regroup!" They all begin running, leaving Flippy in the dust. Evil just slipped a blindfold over his eyes, and walked forward.

"The Blind child will follow his mother's scent." He whispers to himself.

Shifty leaps onto a wall, not knowing where, or to whom he was heading towards. He toppled over the ledge, but felt no ground. He opened his eyes, and he was falling, into a dark, inky blackness. He was finally face planted into a checkerboard floor.

Laying, bleeding on the ground, he struggled to lift his head off the floor. He looked around, and gasped in shock. The air around them was a horrid orange, blue clouds dotted it. Horses with eyeballs for heads danced around a river of silver, pink bunnies hopped around the checkerboard floor, nibbling gently on invisible grass. He expected a demented Willy Wonka, a Chesire Cat, or at the very least, a trigger happy albino kid. Instead, it was Lifty and a pair of disembodied hands and mouth, wallowing in the silver water. The mouth turns to face him, and a hand taps lightly on Lifty's shoulder. He looks up, and frowns. Standing up, the hands, smile, and Lifty cross the stream. Shifty rolls his eyes, and trudges through the mud-like floor. He reaches the banks of the stream, and he frowns. Ok, dumbass, I should either A) cross the stream and plain-out run for my lie, B) Apologize and get his help, and defeat mean and green,C) jump on a Eyeball-Horse and get the hell outta' here!, He thinks. He walks across the stream, ears flat against his head, and clears his throat. Lifty raises an eyebrow and asks, "Yes, Brother dearest?"

"Tubby-Ti-I mean Lifty, I want to apologize to you for torturing the girl of your dreams. I also apologize for those immature pranks, jokes, and rumors. I especially apoloigize for calling you a redneck when you wanted to take a shower in a public restroom." He croaks, stubbornly pushing each word out his mouth. Lifty smiles. Shifty moans, annoyed to the point of insanity "...and I'm sorry for trying to circumcise you. Your plans to nuke the moon aren't stupid. Lifty is the awesomest racoon ever. Better than Michael Jackson or Myself." Lifty smirks, content with what his brother said.

"So what else where you gonna say?" he asks, laying his head on the wet linoleum.

"Green and Mean is here, in Dreamland!" Lifty shot to his feet, gasping.

"You mean pwned us at Christmas, GREEN&MEAN!?!?" He shreiks. Shifty nods. The Smile and Hands flail around, in a worried state. Shifty looks at the Smile, then at Lifty. "Oh, that's Mime. He is alot more talkative here than outside!" Mime nods.

An ominous sound rings through the land. Everything with ears (The doornobs included), pays attention. Soft chinks, and scrapes could be heard on the wall. Evil was scaling down the wall. Shifty looks around, frightened as hell. "Mime, get those beasts and fight off Green for us, Lifty, I'll inform you on the way to Safety. The fate of the world is in my theiving, sticky hands."

Lifty shakes his head, and whispers under his breath, "We're fucked!" Shifty grabs Lifty's hand and they run off into the distance. Mime, and a band of Eyeball-horses, Pink Bunnies, and menagery of the weird, ready to fight for their lives. The soldier drops from the sky and lands infront of them, coated in shimmering red blood. He looks up at the mock army, and laughs.

"Easy pickings"

Interesting...

Sorry for the cliff hanger.

Deadliving is run on Cereal, Pomegranates, Candy, and English Muffins.

We just ran out of that.

That, and I'm ending the chapter there to build up anxiety.

Although, in my case, anxiety is bad!

MimesWorld is strange, and if you were wondering about my references; Superjail, Alice in Wonderland, tTTG.

They almost fit the CRAZAYNESS!

Reveiw is all I have to say now.