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In the greatest battles, it's always those who you least
expect to be of any help whatsoever who are the real heroes. For when Shankly
was nearly on top of them, it was Jamez who turned the tide...er, dung.
Jamez was playing hackey-sack with Six,
his Blue Shoyru (Yes, during the war.), and accidentally kicked the hackey-sack
to Shankly's Secret Weapon. The padlock on it broke, and its wooden doors swung
open. A huge wave of dung swept toward the entrance of the Hidden Tower, blocking
Mr. Shankly from it when he was almost inside.
"Leb388!" Megz suddenly gasped. "Are you
thinking what I'm thinking?"
Leb388 nodded, and Megz tossed her a can
of cleaning fluid. Quickly, they set to work spraying the dung, and they flung
it toward Shankly and his army.
Remarkably, cleaning fluid mixed with dung
has a strange effect. It makes those with a spell put on them revert back to
their original form. For Shankly's army, it erased the mind-controlling spell
Shankly had put on them to make them believe in Dungism, and they became regular
Neopians again. Those who had been hit with the dung became normal and started
to fling dung at the remaining contaminated members of the army to free them.
"All faeries, use your magic on the dung!"
Fyora commanded. "Leave no Neopian unhit!"
All the faeries put the curse-eraser spell
on the dung and, even though it hurt their self-esteem, started flinging it
at the opposing army.
Jhudora finally stepped up to help Shankly.
She threw exploding Shrunken Skull Marbles at the Anti-Dungists, and wore a
Rainbow Swirly Thing around her neck like a necklace that protected her from
being hit by the dung.
"Leb388, can you take out that Rainbow
Swirly Thing Jhudora has with a radish or something?" Megz asked.
"No problem," she replied, aiming a radish
with her bow. It hit Jhudora's Rainbow Swirly thing with perfect accuracy and
shattered it.
Suddenly, everyone started throwing dung
at Jhudora. Mortified, she ran from the battle screaming, "My hair! My beautiful
green and purple hair!"
Finally, when the last member of Shankly's
army was turned back into normal or had run, Shankly was defeated. He stood
up and declared, "You may have beaten me once, but--"
"I shall save you, Mr. Shankly!" al_the_chia
cried, rushing forward. Suddenly, he was hit by a well-aimed radish and was
knocked unconscious.
Everyone stared at leb388. "What?" she
asked. "He was in my way."
Shankly looked at Al. "Uh, anyways--I will
return! The Dung god never surrenders!" He disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Everyone started cheering. Suddenly there
was a flash, and Megz, leb388, and Jamez found themselves in some sort of lobby.
"Where are we?" Megz asked.
"I have no clue. I'm just glad that we
got rid of the Dung god," leb388 laughed. "To think, three kids and some faeries
defeated him with his own dung! But who's going to do the Times now?"
"Eh." Megz shrugged.
Jamez picked up his hackey-sack ball and
started playing with Six, his Shoyru, who also suddenly appeared in the lobby.
Leb388 snapped her fingers. "I've got it!
Let's make Poptart do the Times! She already does the Editorial."
"ARE YOU NUTS?" Megz exclaimed. "She'll
delay it every week!"
"Mwahahahahaha!"
"Um, who said that?" leb388 asked nervously,
looking around for the person who was maniacally laughing.
Megz and leb388 looked at Jamez and Six,
who were by now happily playing hackey-sack, and they shrugged.
"It was I!" A person stepped out from the
shadows. It was Number 6, the creator of Neopets. "Thank you for participating
in that little alpha test. Unfortunately, you have won. No matter! It was an
erroneous program anyway."
"You mean--this was a game?" Jamez asked,
kicking the hackey-sack. "And stop stealing my pet's names."
"Yeah," Six replied, elbowing the hackey-sack
back to Jamez.
"Oh, no. Our names are similar, yet entirely
different. As for the 'game'...well, yes, you could call it that," Number 6
grinned. "But the test-run failed. You Neopians are more powerful than we thought
you were."
"Of course," Megz replied.
"So that was it?" leb388 gasped. "This
war, Shankly being the Dung god, and everything else was just made up?"
"Technically, all of Neopets is a fantasy
game," Number 6 said. "But, under penalty of banishment, all of you must swear
to secrecy--never will you reveal what happened in the past few days to another
Neopian, Faerie, or Neopet. Everyone else had their memories erased. Mr. Shankly
will still be doing the Times every week. And you must return your weapons."
"You mean...." leb388 looked at her Radish
Bow. "You can take the Crystal Boomerang, but I've grown attached to this!"
"Sorry, but it won't be of any use to you
once you get back to Neopia," Number 6 replied.
The trio slowly handed over their Battledome
weapons, and after they promised never to reveal the "program," another flash
sent them back to Neopia Central.
"That sure was weird," Megz said with a
sigh. "Want to get some Borovan, guys?"
"Count me in," Jamez and Six chorused.
"Just a second--I need to mail something."
Leb388 walked over to a NeoMailbox. "It's for the Times. Since I can send in
a submission now, I don't want it to be late." She slipped in the submission
in the mail slot and walked back to Megz. "I'm sure glad that whole dung this
is over."
A pair of familiar glasses glowed in the
dark, and a pair of eyes behind the glasses peered from the mail slot "Or is
it... mwahahaha! Um, can someone help me out of here?"
The End
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