Well, here ya go; it's not as good as it could be, but I guess it will do. Also, can you guess what it's alluding to? I bet you can, I bet. It almost sayz it plain out.
"Okay guys; we're here." Dojo landed with a rather loud thump. Once all were off him, he shrank down back to his original size and started to rub his back, "I don't think I could do a trip like that again. Geesh; one of you must weigh a metric ton."
"Hey!" Sirius shouted, "I'm under … five hundred…. pounds…uh."
"Did I say it was you?" the dragon snapped.
"No, but it sounded like you were…"
"Anyway, the shen gon wu should be somewhere over there." Dojo pointed to a vast plain.
"Um… where are we?" Jack asked.
"If my GPA is right," Kimiko stated, "Then we should be in… New Mexico."
"New Mexico? A big desert; a desert in which Dojo pointed in a general direction to the shen gon wu, which, I suppose, we are to walk to, in a big, vast desert where there're said to be aliens, to which Dojo is making us walk, IN A DESERT OF SAND AND A BIG, FAT STAR CALLED THE SUN THAT MAKES IT HOT?"
Dojo yawned. "Your point is?"
"My point is that your making us walk when you can just fly us to the spot?"
Dojo tapped a small claw on his chin, "Yeah, pretty much."
Omi blinked, "Why?"
"To advance a plot in which the author is trying to unfold."
"Ooooh…what is an 'author'?"
"Listen, Dojo," Sirius interjected, "We are is a rather huge desert, as Jack said, so why don't you just take us a little bit closer?"
The dragon began scratching his armpit, "No; I can't. The author won't allow it, as I said before. We need to find something on the way; plus, I sort of lost where exactly the wu is, so I can't really fly there. I can't even fly remotely close to it; all I know is that it's in a radius of at least two hundred miles at that tree," Dojo pointed to a rather dead tree, petrified from the years.
"WHAT!?" Jack scowled, "You 'lost' the vibe?! My Decto-bot never lost it, Wuya never lost it, what makes YOU loose it?"
"Plot Devices."
"'Plot Devices'? This is the real world, not some story or book!"
"Listen, all I sense is that we must find something while on the way to the EMO Belt. It's very important too, so stop arguing and lets start walkin'. It might take a few hours to scan a radius of two hundred miles. We do have Wuya and Hannibal Bean against us remember? Who knows what those two are up to."
"You mean you sensed another object around here?" Raimoundo pointed out. "Another shen gon wu?"
"No," the dragon scratched his chin. "It has this weird wave to it; nothing like a wu wave. It's hard to describe, but it's sort of like this numbing sensation, slightly, in the back of your head. Shen gon wu is more on an itch on the front of the lobe. That's how it is."
Jack sighed and looked about the landscape. "Well, what should we do? Spilt up? Stick together, what?"
"I think we shouldn't spilt up," Sirius spoke. "Who knows how long it may take. We might be out here for hours; we could get lost very easily here and not be found for days. We also don't have any water rations—"
"I can take care of that!" Omi chirped.
"Yes, but we still shouldn't spilt."
"What if we had walkie-talkies or somethin'?" Clay suggested. "We can check on each other every so often."
"But, what if it get broke and your stranded?" asked Sirius.
Kimiko sighed, "Is your dad always this worried Jack?"
"Nah, he's really rather a dare devil at most. I don't know what's got 'im spooked."
"He's spooked?"
"Yeah; you can tell it when his hand shakes."
Indeed, Sirius's hands where shaking. The man crossed his arms, hiding his hands, and kept continuing to argue.
"Maybe you should ask him what's wrong, Jack," the girl suggested.
"I guess so." Jack spoke up, "Father, what's wrong?"
"What do you mean 'what's wrong'?" Sirius choked, slightly crackled and high pitched.
"You're spooked, Dad, it's not that hard to figure out."
The man shifted his eyes, readjusted his arms, and stood straighter, "If you must know, it's because…" he paused for a moment.
"Because…" Kimiko ushered.
"Because of…." Sirius leaned to Jack and Kimiko, "…Of aliens…"
"Of what?!" Jack scoffed. "Father, aliens are not in New Mexico!"
"Tell that to Roswell."
The boy growled slightly. "These 'aliens' are a fiction of imagination! Sure, there may be some life out there in the universe other than us, but there are no aliens in New Mexico. It was all a hoax; the heat in this place would make the sane mad, that's how it was done: by having heat fry people's brains, then show some alien proof."
"But what about adductions?" Sirius skittered.
"Acid trips," Jack said plainly and began to walk towards the petrified tree.
Dojo tapped his chin, "He's got a point there, Siri."
"Oh, shut up, you legless lizard!" the man barged and trotted to Jack.
"Jeesh, talk about getting your panties in a bunch," the dragon huffed; he slithered over to Clay, whom he climbed and took refuge under the hat that, that cowboy constantly wears, almost as much as his boots, which all Clay fans know, he wears to bed. Enough about the possible foot fungus, to the father/son pair!
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"Jack," Sirius stared wide-eyed, "It's true, I swear!" He looked around and whispered into the boy's ear, "I saw one once!"
Jack stopped and stared at his father, "You got to be kidding me." He started walked again.
"It's TRUE!" Sirius wailed. "I DID!"
"Right, riiight!" Jack said, a few yards away from the tree. "And pigs fly!"
"I saw that once too; it was on the island of the Airawingsnout. Very nice place, people too; slop isn't very tasty though."
Jack kept walking and stared at the tree, "Dad, for once in your lif—AAAAAAH!" The ground split underneath the boy, caving under his weight. "SINK HOLE!" Jack tried backing up, but the ground fell beneath him, and he fell into the abyss below.
"JACK!" Sirius shouted. The hole continued to grow, making the ground beneath the father's feet crack. "RUN!" The man turned quickly, but the ground beneath him crumbled away, dropping him backwards into the rather oddly deep hole.
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"Get your fat ass off me!"
"Get your skinny butt from under me!"
"Ow…my head…"
Sirius grunted, hearing the elder boys whine. Sitting in the pitch black, listening to some teenagers argue isn't really the most ideal thing an over fifteen-hundred-year-old father can do at the moment. The darkness prevented anyone from doing anything, or at least until Kimiko was found, if at all, alive.
"Listen hear! I didn't fall on ya on purpose, ya know Raimoundo!"
"I start to wonder, cow ASS!"
"Must we be swearin' now?"
"YES!"
"Uh…" Jack moaned.
"WILL YOU THREE SHUT UP!?" Sirius screamed. "WE HAVE OTHER IMPORTANT THINGS TO FIGURE NO THAN IF SOMEONE FELL ON SOMEONE ON PURPOSE OR NOT!!!"
Immediate silence followed.
"Good, now, lets try, even in pitch darkness, to find out Kimiko and Omi, shall we?" Sirius pushed himself off the ground and onto his feet. "Oh…My legs are all wobbly. Okay, now…. Jack, do you have any flashlights on you, in a small perchance?
"Uh…no," his son answered, somewhere in a reasonable distance to his right.
"Okay then, what about those robot things that you build?"
"…I didn't bring them…"
Raimoundo mocked. "Jack Spicer not having any robots? THE WORLD HAS SURELY GONE TO AN END!"
"Shut up! After you destroyed my last one, and since I joined the temple, I haven't had the time, money, equipment, or materials to make my Jack-bots!"
The Brazilian scoffed to himself. Sirius could tell that Rai, and maybe Clay, were on his left a few feet away.
"Okay, no arguing," Sirius commanded, "We have to find Kimiko so that we can get this place lighten up, eh?" He slowly tapped the ground with his foot in front of him, making sure that there was solid ground. "I'm gonna try to find all of you; lets start with Clay and Raimoundo…you guys are in the same place, right?"
"More or less," Clay answered.
"Alright then; Marco Polo anyone?" Sirius said, slowly making his way to the cowboy's voice. "Marco."
"Uh…Polo…" Raimoundo said.
"Macro," tap, tap, tap…
"Polo-lo-lo-loooo…hehe."
"You're having fun, aren't cha, coconut?" tap-aty-tap.
"Meh, I've had better."
"Yeah, I could imagine." Tip, tip, tapping.
"GAH!"
Sirius bumped into Raimoundo. "Ah…" the man stated, covering Raimoundo's face with his reasonable sized hands. "I found…a hairy basketball shaped thing…"
"Tat's ny ead!"
"Oh, sorry…Clay?" Sirius felt a hand on his arm.
"I'm here."
"Goody, now, Jack?"
Silence.
"Jaaaack…answer me."
More silence.
"Jacky, this isn't funny…" Sirius gulped. These were the days he wished he had night vision, that would be really cool…oh, and helpful. "Boys, stay close. Who knows what things might be in here…"
"Oh, yeeeaaah," Rai snickered, "Like aliens or monsters."
Sirius gulped; aliens were the last thing he wanted to here about. Grabbing both of the boy's arms, he slowly made progress of crossing the hole.
"This is as tedious as watchin' dried paint dry."
"Shut up, Clay. It's hard enough as it is without your sayings."
"Sorry, Mr. Spicer."
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Two hours later…
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"Siiiirrrrriiioooouuuusss…!!!" Raimoundo whined, "Did we find Jack, Kimiko, or Omi yeeeeeeeet?"
"No; it's sort of hard when I've been dragging you for the last hour and fifty-five minuets," Sirius scowled, not that you could see it.
"I have a short attentions span… … …do we have any cooooooookeeeeeeeeeiiiieeeessssssssssssssssssssssssss?"
"No…"
"Milk?"
"No."
"Chocolate-bubblegum brainfreezy?"
"No!"
"Liquid Burrito?"
"NO! NO! NONONONONONONOOOOO! …and NO!" Sirius screamed. "WE DON'T HAVE ANY FOOD! NOW SHUT YOU FUCKING HOLE UP!"
"Okey dokey…"
Sirius was at the end of his rope with. That. KID. Thoughts plagued him, like so many lotuses or whatever. The man was thinking homicidal and maniac thoughts; so…many…evil… thoughts! He was having a headache from it. Thinking is dangerous business anyway.
Sirius stepped forward and some rocks shifted. Now, when you think about a rock shifting, that's no big deal, but it was this time, because the rocks shifted, causing the rock our trio was standing on to slide down into an oddly green light.
"NOOOO! WHAT ABOUT THE BRAINFREEEZY!?" Raimoundo cried as he plummeted, yet again, into another conveniently placed sinkhole.
"NO BRAINFREEZIES" Sirius screamed at Rai, as he followed the boy down.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Clay screeched, as his nails dig into the rock, slowing his progression immensely, it seems. Just as his boot slid pass the hole, he was suddenly leveled. Confused and disoriented, Clay looked around for Sirius, Raimoundo, and the green light; all he saw was bleak, bleak, taco smelling darkness.
"Wait…taco smelling?" Clay asked himself, sitting on the rock and looking into the darkness.
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Sirius woke to déjà-vu:
"Get your fat ass off me!"
"Get your skinny butt from under me!"
"Wait…where are we?" Sirius asked.
"Mr. Spicer, don't cha remember?" Clay asked.
"Maybe the fall knocked his head," Raimoundo suggested.
"I remember falling down a sink hole, then falling down another hole—"
"Sir, we only fell down one hole."
"Yeah, he's right; only one hole."
Sirius strained his eyes in the dark, "Where's Jack?"
"Over here…ow…" Jack answered, from the left.
The man blinked; was that all a dream from the fall? He wondered. Then, an idea struck him: aliens…
He was stuck in one of his memories; he had to be. A memory in which the aliens messed with!
"Aliens…" he said with a hiss.
"What was that, Mr. Spicer?" questioned Clay.
"Nothing, nothing…alien version of Clay…"
"What did you say, Dad?" Jack asked.
"Nothing!"
"No," Raimoundo disagreed, "You said 'alien version of Clay'—"
"NO I DIDN'T! YOU SICK, SICK FREEEEEEEEKS!" Sirius scrambled to his feet. "YOU'RE ALL FIGMENTS OF MY MEMORY! ALLLL OOOOOFFFFF YOOOOOOOOOOOS!!!!" His hand scanned the darkness; you could see the foam dripping from his mouth, if there was light. "GET OUT OF MY BRAIN, YOU SICK, SICK FUCKS!!!!"
Sirius began to run.
"Mr. Spicer!" Clay said, fading into the distance. "Don't leave…"
"MAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAA!" Sirius laffed; "YOU'LL NEVER GET ME!!!!"
He kept running, it seemed. Running and running for hours, minuets, a second, you couldn't tell; he was just running. The ground seemed devoid of rocks, smooth, like a paved walk way. The aliens had used a memory of his, but must have messed up the cave dwellings. He laughed a maniacal laff and ran faster. Proof that he wasn't crazy! The thought divulged him, opened him to a new world. "I'M NOT CRAZY! UFOS REALLY DO COME ON TUESDAYS!"
Crash!Sirius slammed into a wall. Falling backwards, he saw stars; when he straightened out his vision, he gaped. The green light, coming from the cracks he made in the wall! They were the same light he saw before! "OH HAPPY DAY!" the man shouted, jumping from the ground to his feet. "THE SPOOKY GREEN LIGHT!" He began to feel the cracks, figuring out how to make them bigger. He slammed his body against the wall, making the cracks slightly bigger. He grin psychotically, digging his fingers into a larger crack and opening it wider and wider—
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Sirius opened his eyes. His head was pulsing; a major headache. He looked around his new surroundings, finding a room lightened by the green light, which the source was no were to be found. The walls looked like natural rock, "still in a cave with green light on them" walls.
"He's awake!"
"Jack?"
Jack's happy face appeared in front of Sirius's. "Yeah; thank goodness you're awake. We thought those nasty bumps got to you."
"Jack!" Sirius screamed grabbing the boy's shoulders. "THE ALIENS HAVE THEM! TUESDAY! BRAINFREEZIES!!!"
"You spoke too soon Jack," Rai commented. "Seems the bumps did get to him."
The man looked at Rai, "Yoo! You and your stupid short attention span!" Sirius seemed to foam at the mouth, "YOU'RE AN IIIIIIDDDDDDJJJJJIIIIT!"
"We already knew that, Dad," Jack tried to sooth the man, "We already knew…"
"YOO MADE ME THINK HOMICIDAL AND MANIAC-TIC THOUGHT OF EBOOOOOL!!!"
"Dad, calm down."
Sirius looked back at Jack, "JACK! WE'RE CAPTURED BY ALIENS!"
"No, Dad, no; we're captured by Wuya and Hannibal; close, but no cigar."
"Han…Hannibal…?"
"Yes, Dad," Jack patted the man's head, "We're caught in a plot to take over the world."
"Just like a moose…"
"Yeeaaah…" the boy humored, eyes wide, "Like a moose."
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Sirius fell asleep by Raimoundo; Jack was left awake, thinking.
Where could Kimiko be? Is she hurt? Did she eat Cheeseball? We'd be all happy if she ate Cheeseball…
Jack flopped onto his back and looked up the ceiling. The green light annoyed him very much so. The green like made him think of spinach; It should be spelt spin-ache, Jack thought. It's a pain in the hole.
That there is funny; you know WHY? Because spinach is GOOD for the hole.
Jack kept looking up at the ceiling, not knowing what else to do.
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Meanwhile…
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Chase Young was staring at a lemon wedge. "Why do they find you so good…?"
He picked it up and looked real close at it; then, he suddenly squeezes it, sending lemon juice into his eye. "GAAAAH! LEMONS ARE EVIL!"
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Back to de Jack…
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Finding it hard to concentrate on anything sane, Jack let his mine wander. His thoughts were all about…milk and the spilling of it, strange. It was green space milk, though, which TOTALLY makes sense.
Jack was at the peak of discomfort and boredom, which is a dumb board that people hit you with to make nothing interesting and make you experience apathy; the hitting is what made him discomfort. The boredom made his heart sink and the space milk spill over and over again in his mind. But, after the fifth spill, the green milk began to make different shapes of spill patterns, more or less concerning Kimiko and one of several bunches of bananas, which an alien was eating; Jack, however, concentrated on the Kimiko one, no matter how interesting the way that alien was eating bananas. Kimiko raced through his head; she raced through his veins, and she raced through his heart and the very narrow of his bones. It was like being on crack (not that I've tried it….I'm being serious here; drugs are bad), but it wasn't crack, it was Kimiko; like, Kimiko-crack. Crack of Kimiko, Ode Cracimko, Kimack, and other such words of "crack" and "Kimiko".
He was worried sick about her; Jack's Little Windmill, the Mill of de Wind That Belongs to Jack, Smoochy, and other such pet names.
"Kimi-poo, where are you?"
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