Fan:Mythran Mayhem

Mythran Mayhem

Theme:	LEGO Universe
Author:	Samlooploop
Completion Status:	Complete

Chapter 1

Barry: Oh boy! I've finally graduated from college with a degree in Minifigure culture! Today I begin my job at the Minifigure Contact Center.... I'll probably get a desk job, but it will pay well either way.
*Barry walks into a room with a sign on it that says, "The Bossman" on it. Inside, a very imposing looking Mythran with black shades is going over some papers on his desk.*
The Bossman: Welcome, Barry. We've been expecting you. Please, have a seat.
Barry sits down in a small chair directly in front of his desk. Suddenly, The Bossman slams his fist on a big red button on his desk, and the whole room changes dramatically! The lights go out, and are replaced with a low green glow as the walls flip to show racks of dusty books and very techy-looking computers
Barry: Um..........
The Bossman: Don't be frightened, Barry. You have been selected by random draw to replace our best agent- you will now be known only as Agent... Milkshake.
Barry: .....Milkshake?......
The Bossman: It was the first thing that came to mind. As I said, you will replace our best agent. He was- *looks at a piece of paper briefly* OH, um, that's classified. *Puts paper into a small dustbin with a lid next to his desk. A muffled "BOOM" came from it as a small puff of smoke rose from under the lid*
The Bossman: Welcome to the team. You are now an agent of M.P.A., the Minifigure Protection Agency. Our mission is to protect minifigures from anything, anyone, and themselves. You may have heard of some of our more famous agents: Elementron, Figmenta, and others of their rank. Some are still in service, while others are not. However, you are a rookie and will not be teaming up with any of them.
Barry: Aww.
The Bossman: No "aww"s! Or "if"s "and"s or "but"s! You've taken the news fairly well. Better than our last guy. He- *looks at a piece of paper* OH, that's classified. *shoves it into the dustbin, creating the same results as last time* Are you ready to meet the team, Agent Milkshake?
Barry: Um, well, I'm still a bit confu-
The Bossman: Good, follow me!
Barry: ...... Okay........
*Both get up and walk through another door to the right, which has a sign that says, "Team Tuna" on it. Inside, the walls are pink, and three Mythrans are playing a video game. None of them look up at the arrival of Bossman and Barry*
The Bossman: ON YOUR FEET YOU LAZY BUMS!!!
*Much to Barry's surprise, they do not respond immediately*
Mythran #1: Just a sec Boss, we've almost gotten to the end of this level.... Just a little longer...
Mythran #2: Almost... almost... almost to the high score....
Mythran#3: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I HAVE TO WIN!!! YOU CAN'T HAVE THE HIGH SCORE!!!! I'M THE HIGH SCORE HOLDER!!!!!! DON'T!!!!!!!!! NONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!!
Mythran #2: Ahh, the sweet taste of victory. Okay, we're done.
Mythran #3: NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU BEAT ME BY THREE TINY POINTS!!!!!!
Mythran #1: I don't know how I put up with you guys.
The Bossman: ALRIGHT, that's enough!! Turn off that thing and come meet the latest team member! Everyone, this is Agent Milkshake!
Mythran #1: Hey, Milkshake. The name's Agent Bubble.
Mythran#2: I'm Agent SodaPop!
Mythran#3: Nooooo....... my high score.......... Hmm? Oh right, I'm Agent Phone..... *sniff*
Barry: .... Hi...... What's up with the wacko names?.....
Agent Bubble: Uh-oh.
he Bossman: DO NOT INSULT MY NAME CHOICES!!!!! IF YOU WEREN'T NEW HERE YOU WOULD BE IN DETENTION RIGHT NOW!!!!! AND YOU DON'T WANNA BE IN DETENTION AROUND HERE!!!!!
Barry: Ow, my ears... sorry.....
The Bossman: Good. Now, why don't you all get to know each other while I go file some paperwork. You are all now known only as Team... Tuna! You will all be deployed in Nimbus Station tomorrow to test how well you all work together. *Walks back out into his office*
Agent SodaPop: Welcome to the team. Around the Bossman you have to call me Agent SodaPop, but when he's not looking you can call me Spencer. That's Phil, but he's still too upset about the high score thing to talk I think.
Agent Phone/Phil: I've held that score for years, and now to be beaten by three points! Ohhhhhh............... *sniff*
Agent Bubble: I'm Opal. Welcome to Team Tuna. Want to play some videos games with us?
Barry: Actually, I'm still kind of confused, so could anyone tell me what I'm doing here?
Agent Bubble/Opal: No idea. Want to play?
Barry: Oh. Well sure! What games do you guys have?
Agent SodaPop/Spencer: Only Attack of the Hungry Mungrys. But it's a really good game!
Agent Phone/Phil: I MUST GET MY HIGH SCORE BACK!!!*Picks up a controller and begins pressing buttons frantically*
Agent Bubble/Opal: Yup, this is my team. Kind of embarrassing.
Barry: *Picks up controller* This might not be so bad after all!

Chapter 2

*Phil, Spencer, Opal and Barry have all fallen asleep on their beds, and have slept in quite late, much to The Bossman's displeasure*
The Bossman: ON YOUR FEET YOU LAZY BUMS!!! TODAY IS YOUR FIRST MISSION, SO DON'T LOLLYGAG!!!
Spencer: *Yawn* Is that really how you spell "lollygag"?
The Bossman: I don't know. Take it up with the author.
Barry: So, what's our first mission again?
The Bossman: Nimbus Station.
Barry: ...... and?
The Bossman: Didn't the rest of you tell him what the job was like?!
Opal: Um.... no.
Phil: No, we were too busy playing Attack of the Hungry Mungrys to do that. Some of us have priorities you know! AND I still haven't gotten my high score back!!! Ugh, it makes me want to cry just THINKING about it!!! *Blows nose and gets all teary-eyed*
The Bossman: ARRGGHH!!! FINE, I'll tell him!! Agent Milkshake, as an agent of M.P.A., you are part of a four fig team. Two of you are on the ground and two are at the computers. You are supposed to patrol on your designated chunk and hold up the law when needed! Sort of like the FBI, only with cooler code names. Plus, you aren't supposed to show yourself to the public unless authorized by your commanding officer. We have these devices, dubbed R.C.D.T.M.Y.I.I.. That stands for- *looks at piece of paper quickly* OH, er, that would be classified. *Leaves room hastily, and a muffled boom is heard while his is gone. He comes back with a very pleased look on his face* Ahem. Where were we?
Opal: The R.C.D.T.M.Y.I.I. things.
The Bossman: Right! I knew that- it was a test to see if you were paying attention, like I do! Thank you, Agent Bubbles. Right, the R.C.D.T.M.Y.I.I.s. They are devices we have made that can make you both invisible and intangible, so as to better hide. However, the battery has a very short notice, so always, ALWAYS, AALLWWAAYYSS, AAAALLLLLLLLWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAYYYYYYSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!, remember to charge them fully after and before use. Get it, got it, good. So, have you all decided who is going to be on ground patrol and who is going to be tech support?
Opal: Nope. BUT, we can do it right now!! Really fast!! So that you won't put us in detention!!! Because we don't like detention!!! *turns around* Who want's what?
Spencer, Phil, Barry and Opal: I CALL TECH SUPPORT!!
The Bossman: *facepalm* Must I do EVERYTHING!? Agent Milkshake and Agent Bubbles, ground support. Agent Sodapop and Agent Phone, tech support.
Opal and Barry: Aww.
Spencer and Phil: Yay!!!
Phil: WAIT, HOLD EVERYTHING!!! ARE YOU SAYING I HAVE TO WORK WITH SPE- er, Agent Sodapop?
The Bossman: Yes.
Phil: NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO0OOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Bossman: No NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO0OOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!s allowed! Now, everyone grab your gear and lets MOVE OUT!!!
Opal:...........What gear?
Spencer: Maybe he means our box of donuts....
The Bossman: Oh. You don't have your gear yet. My bad. In that case, THIS WAY!!!! *Marches out through a door that wasn't there before with a sign saying "Work Room! (yay.)" on it*

Chapter 3

Barry: .......How long have we been frozen?
The Bossman: I didn't notice any time pass.
Opal: Must've been a time warp.
Spencer: TIME WARP!!! I LOVE IT!!!! AHAHAHA!!!!!
Phil: *Sniff* I got that high score on the time warp level...*sniffle* Anybody got a spare tissue?
Spencer: Here you go buddy. *Hands him a tissue*
Phil: *Takes tissue* Thanks....
The Bossman: No time for sentimentality!!! We need to get you all your gear!
Opal: Sentimentality?
The Bossman: I told you, take it up with the author.
*They all walk through the door that says "Work Room (yay.)" on it. Inside it's very dark, musty, and chock-full of jumbled mess*
The Bossman: Let's see, there's got to be some spare R.C.D.T.M.Y.I.I.s in here...
Barry: Ooo, what's this? *Puts on Iron Man looking helmet and listens for a second* Who's Marvis?
The Bossman: OH, er, that would be classified. (Yanks helmet off and goes running back into his office. Another muffled boom is heard before he comes back* Ah, there's the R.C.D.T.M.Y.I.I.s! *Holds up two small wristwatches* Agent Milkshake and Agent Bubbles, put these on. Their your lifeline out there in the field. Now follow me again.

Chapter 4

(Author's note: The Bossman will be shortened to T.B. from now on.)

T.B., Barry, Opal, Spencer, and Phil all go though a door that says "Storage Room (Watch your step)" on it. Inside it glows a low green, and it's covered in monitors, keyboards, mice, (both alive and for computers) and lots, lots, lots of wires)
Opal: Is that a MOUSE?!
T.B.: ...Maybe.
Opal: EEK!!!
T.B.: No EEK!!!s allowed! Now, Agent Sodapop and Agent Phone, this will be the Tech Support Room/Base/Whatchamacallit. AKA, the Work Room.
Barry: Then why is the Work Room sign on the other door?
T.B.: They got switched when-*Looks at piece of paper* OH er, that would be classified. *Runs out the room to shove the paper in his dustbin*
Phil: I don't know what it is with the Bossman and his dustbin.
Spencer: Probably classified.
T.B. comes back* Alright now, Agents Bubble and Milkshake, step on these here circles. Once your down there, activate your R.C.D.T.M.Y.I.I.s with that button, so no one sees you, and the communicators will kick in and I can brief you two.
Opal and Barry stand on two small circle right next to each other
Opal & Barry: Ready!
Barry: Say, what ARE we ready for exactly-
T.B.: BEAM 'EM DOWN, SCOTTY!!
Opal: Say what?!
*Opal and Barry disappear*
Spencer: AWESOME.
Phil: Reminds me of the level I first played....

Chapter 5

*Opal and Barry appear next to Mardolf the Orange in the empty Brick Annex*
Barry: Wow, that felt WEIRD.
Opal: Where'd my lipstick go? I thought I had it here for sure...
Barry: Must not have gotten beamed down with us.
Opal: Rats.
Mardolf: Hmm, your first time being beamed, young Mythrans?
Opal: How did YOU know that? I thought the MPA was a secret organization....
Mardolf: Heh, it is! Agent Scotty, at your service. I've been with the MPA for 123 years, 3 months, 5 weeks, 8 days, 20 hours, 19 minutes, and 80 seconds. You two are Agent Milkshake and Agent Bubbles, yes?
Barry: Yes, but how did you know that?
Mardolf: Scotty knows many things.
Opal: Wait, we still need to do our R.... R.C.... whatever they're called.
*Opal and Barry activate their whatchamacallit/wristwatch/thingamadooies. They instantly dissapear from sight.*
Mardolf: Don't forget, the left button opens up your comunicater to base, and the right button sends a message to me to beam you a coffee.
Barry: Gotcha. Well, Agent Bubbles, lets go to uphold the law!!
Opal: Roger that! *Presses left button* We're beamed and ready to uphold the law, Bossman!
T.B.: That would be classified!
Opal: .... why?
T.B.: No reason. The author said I was going to say it sometime, can't let the readers down you know.
Barry: Whatever. We are Mythrans! And we shall uphold the law! TO THE PLAZA!!!!
*PLAZA!!!! echoes acroos NS, scattering birds*
Mardolf: You know that those things don't disguise your voice...
Barry: Oh.
Opal: Oh well. Lets go see what the good citizens of this peaceful world are up to! I hope there's a cookie exchange.

Chapter 6

*Opal and Barry leave Brick Annex and stop next to the Assembly Vendor as the look into the middle of the Plaza. It's not a pretty sight. Two groups of minifigs stood apart from each other, one side holdling up a Ninja flag and the other side holding a pirate flag. It's verbal warfare!*
Ninja Side: NINJA ARE WAY COOLER THAN PIRATES!!!!!!
Pirate Side: PIRATES ARE MORE AWESOME!!!!!!
Ninja Advocate #1: WELL NINJA ARE MORE AGILE!!!
Pirate Matey #8: WELL PIRATES ARE UP FRONT ABOUT THINGS, NOT LIKE COWARDS!!!
Onlooker: Oooh, burn.....
Ninja Advocate #6: WE ARE NOT COWARDS!!!!
Pirate Matey #4: WE HAVE COOLER MUSIC!!!!
Ninja Advocate #1: HA! YOU CALL THAT ART?
Pirate Matey #7: WELL IT'S BETTER THAN THAT TREE YOU LIVE IN!!!!!
Ninja Advocate #9: WELL WE HEARD YOUR GREAT BIG SHIP GOT STUCK IN A LITTLE TEENY TREE!!!!
Pirate Matey #1: ONLY 'CUZ OUR CAP'N HAD THE GUTS TO TAKE ON A KRAKEN!!! WE HEARD YOUR GREAT NUMB CHUCK IS SCARED OF BIRDS!!!!
Ninja Advocate #3: HE IS NOT!!! HE CAN DO KUNG-FU!!!! CAN YOU?
*Opal and Barry look at each other*
Barry: *Whisper*I know kung-fu.
Opal: *Whisper* You do?- er, We have to stop this! Soon it'll become a full on battle! Call tech support?
Barry: Naw, we can handle this!
Opal: ...Alright, you tell me what you think we should do.
Barry: Hmmm... I always think better when playing music! *Pulls out ukilalee and starts strumming*
Barry: *No longer whispering* I'd think like to meet a laa-maa! A lama pajama ping-pong kangarooooo!!
Ninja Advocate #1: Is that- music?
Ninja & Pirates: Yeah, music, who's playing?
Pirate Matey #8: Hey, there's a FLOATING UKILALEE next to Medric Steamvalve!!!!
Opal: Uh-oh.

Chapter 7

*Ninjas and pirates are running towards the (to them) floating ukulele*
Opal: Um, gotta go, see you later! *Footsteps are heard running back to Brick Annex*
*Ninjas and pirates arrive at Barry*
Ninja #9: I've never seen a floating ukulele before! You don't think it's a MAGICAL ukulele, do you?! *Collective gasp*
Barry: *thinking* Well I can't blow my cover and say I'm a Mythran, they'll ask me to spawn things! I never paid much attention in spawn class... Cough cough, well, er, yes, sure I am. What to hear me play another song?
Pirate #5: Yes!! It'll make up for the cookie exchange that got cancelled today.
Barry: Okay, hmm, let's see... *Starts strumming* I think I'd really like to meet a ko-alaaa!! A koala-teddy bear- marsupialllllll!!!!
Ninja #3: Eh. I prefer haiku.
Barry: I can do haiku. Ahem! Haiku is easy, but sometimes it doesn't make sense. Hippopotamus.
Pirate #1: Haiku? Fooshy, we want a tune we can dance to!!! What was the one about wearing kung-fu pajamas with ding-dongs?
Barry: Uh, Okay. *Starts strumming again* I think I'd really like to meet a laa-maaa!!! A lama-pajama-ping-pong kangaroooooo!!!!
Ninja #8: Ick! Haiku!!
Pirate #8: Cameo song with ding-dongs!!!
Onlooker: *Finally pushes to the front of the crowd* Haiku? Songs? I just want someone to sign my cast... It'll make me feel *special... Say! A floating ukulele!!! Sign my cast? *Points at encased foot*

Chapter 8

Barry: Sign your cast? Sorry... no hands....
Onlooker: Hmm, you've got a point.
Pirate#5: I'll sign your cast! It'll make me feel special too! *Pulls out pen and signs Onlooker's foot*
Onlooker: Yeah, well, thanks, but that was my new designer shoe... my cast is on the other foot...
Pirate#5: Oops.
Ninja#7: We want haiku!
Pirate#2: O magical ukulele of awesomeness, please sing us another ditty!
Ninjas: Haiku!!!
Pirates: Songs!!!!
Barry: Here, How about I sing haiku?
*The crowd grumbles, then agrees*
Barry: Okay, here, erm... *Starts strumming* Wookies are fuuuuurrrrryyyyy, Koalas are furry toooooo...... I really love cooookiiieeeesss......
Ninja#6: That's not much of a hakiu...

Chapter 9

Barry: Hey, give me a break here, I'm coming up with it on the spot.
Onlooker: And I've got a spot on my new SHOE.
Pirate#5: That's my signature.
Ninja#7: THIS is haiku. *Ahem* Flowers so bright so small, delicate soft petals each, blossom in the spring.
*Applause from ninjas*
Pirate#4: ....That's three seconds of my life I'll never get back.
The Bossman: CUT!! Okay, great job, now all of you stop your acting and let the author go take her coffee break. She's short on time today, events have come on quicker than expected and tomorrow we will resume shooting. *Minifigs wearing headphones come in and start moving the building props(which are just cardboard cut-outs), make-up people start tackling pirates and ninjas with those cheek-puffy-things, and some backstage hands start trying to find Barry*
Barry: Shh! Remember, I'm not Barry, I'm a magical ukulele, not a Mythran trying desperately to quell the uprising of ninja/pirate wars!
*Right...*
Pirate#4: ....That's three seconds of my life I'll never get back.
Barry: Okay, now, since I am magical and in all ways superior to you lower beings, and since I sang you songs and haiku, you must all grant me a wish.
Onlooker: I thought it was the other way around, you grant us three wishes.
Barry: Nonsense! Those are the lamp guys. Ukuleles are very, very selfish!! All of you stop fighting, and we'll call it even. If not, I want three gallons of double chocolate chip ice cream on top of my very own statue, carved in the likeness of yours truly, but it needs to be edible and cranberry flavored so I can eat it with the ice cream, then after that I want another statue of me just like the other one, only no ice cream, and it needs to be made of jello so I can eat that too. And a pony to boot.
Ninja#3: We'll stop fighting.
Pirate#9: Yeah.
Onlooker: *Sigh* It was so entertaining.
Barry: Great! Now, I need to go. Goodbye!! *Runs back to Brick Annex*
Mardolf: Well done, Agent Milkshake. Crisis averted.
Barry: Thank you. Opal! Where did you go?
Opal: To a cookie exchange at Starbase 3001.
The Bossman: *Over intercom* This is the Bossman, come in Agents Milkshake and Bubbles. How are you doing?
Barry: Juuuuuust greeeeaaaat........
Spencer: *Over intercom* We've been watching you on the big screen. Do you really want to meet a lama?
Barry: No.
Phil: *Over intercom* So you lied?
Barry: Ye-never mind! Call in Tech Support next time. Lesson learned.

Chapter 10

Barry: What do you mean chapter ten?
*I mean chapter ten.*
Opal: It's what, the middle of the night?!?! No filming! It's off to bed for you, young lady!
*But, but, the readers!*
Phil: They can't read right now. They're all in their beds, slumbering away, dreaming nice pleasent dreams full of chocolate and toys and getting high scores back, and revenge by way of thumbstick, mouse and keyboard, challenging Spencer to one on one duels...
Spencer: Oh yikes. Getting the high score might not have been so wise.
The Bossman: *wearing night cap* *Yawn* Go to bed, I'm sleeeepyyyyy.... wait... that should be classified....
*Oh, fine! I'll go to bed. But the readers are going to revolt, mark my words!*
Phil: They can't right now. They're all in their beds, slumbering away, dreaming nice pleasen-
Barry: We've heard it before. Speaking of which, why aren't we in bed?
Phil: I'm playing Attack of the Hungry Mungrys.
Opal: I'm polishing my nails. And after that I'm going to watch them dry.
Spencer: I'm trying to make a world record for how long I can stand on my head.
*These characters are getting out of control...*

Chapter 11

Barry: Well, it seems fairly quiet in Nimbus Station today. Let's check in with tech support. *Over intercom* Spencer, Phil, anywhere we need to go?
Phil: Nope.
Spencer: All the minifigures are behaving like the good little minions they are.
Opal: So we can take a coffee break?
Spencer: Sure. I've been taking a coffee break all day. Over and out. *Cuts channel*
Opal: Nice. *Presses button on watch for Agent Scotty to beam her a coffee*
Barry: Lets's go to the racetrack!!
*Opal and Barry arrive at the race track* *Minifigures are putting their cars on the track thingy and starting a race*
Opal: Yikes, this coffee is hot. *Puts it down on the track thingy, and it disappears* MY COFFEE!!! *Touches where the coffee was and disappears too*
Barry: LEMME TRY!!! *Touches where the coffee was* *Appears on the race track ten yards in front of several cars and next to Opal, who is sipping on her coffee*
Opal: Well, if we turn off our R.C.D.T.M.Y.I.I.s, they will be able to see us and they will swerve away not to hit us once they start.
Barry: Right. The worst thing that can happen now is that all the raw Imagination on the track will overload our R.C.D.T.M.Y.I.I.s and we'll be stuck like this, but I'm sure that won't happen.
*Sparks fizzle on their R.C.D.T.M.Y.I.I.s, the on/off button pops off and they crumble into dust*
Barry: IT'S ALL A CONSPIRACY!!!!!
*The race starts, and all the cars race at them*
Opal and Barry: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Barry jumps and lands splat on the windshield of one car, while Opal leaps to the side and avoids the mad drivers* *However, her coffee is run over*
Opal: MY COFFEE!!!!
Barry: AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! *Yelling into the glass at the driver who is staring right through him.* *He is listening to his IBrick and cannot hear him*
Driver: That's funny, the glass is fogging up.

Chapter 12

Recap Narrator That Was Just Hired: Previously, on Mythran Mayhem; Barry and Opal are stuck in Vertigo Loop, and while Opal is semi-safe- yet without coffee- Barry is invisible, clinging onto the windshield of the leading car!
Barry: YOOOUUU'REEE NOOOOT HEEELPIIIINNNGGG!!!!!!!
Recap Narrator That Was Just Hired: I was just hired to help the readers, not you. Sorry. As the narrator, I'm not supposed to get involved.
Barry: RAAAATS.
Diver #1: That foggy spot is going to get annoying. Oh goody, the big ramp!!
Barry: OOOHHH NOOOOEESS, THEEE BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG RAAAAMP!!!!!!
*Both go off the ramp and Barry falls off the windshield*
Barry: *Falling towards the empty hole leading down into space between the ramp and the track* AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! *Lands on the windshield of the car in second place and looks at the driver* OOOPAAALL??!!!?!?!
'Opal: *Is listening to One Direction in headphones* Hey, the glass is fogging up. I hate it when it does that, my ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE bright pink mini cooper should be spotless, at all times.
Barry: BRIIIGHT PIIINK MIIINIII COOOOOOOOPEERRR?!?!?!?
*They land on the track, and Barry falls off again. Opal zooms ahead, and the car in third place comes over the ramp*
Barry: WHY ME?! *Jumps, and lands on the windshield, again, as though he couldn't jump anywhere else, or as if his existence was under the control of a crazy kid who probably ate too much sugar*
Driver #2: The glass if fogging up!!! That just won't do at all! My car MUST ABSOLUTELY BE SPOTLESS AT ALL TIMES!!!!
Barry: DEJA-VUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!
Driver #2: I need to get that foggy spot off. *Pulls over in the middle of the race and gets out of car. Barry falls of the window and sits next to the car* Hey, there's a coffee stain on my tire! I'll clean that up... *takes the next half hour cleaning, then finishes the already finished race with Barry clinging to the trunk*
*40 minutes later Barry and Opal are in the Race Place*
Barry: I'm never racing again.
Opal: *Snicker* You, you were- heeheehee, on my windshield, *snort* and made the, th-the glass foggy, an- HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Barry: Oh yeah? It's funny?
Opal: YES, YES IT IS, AAAHHHH-HHAAAAAA-HAAA!!!!
Velocity Lane: All this standing is taking a toll on me... sometimes I hear people laughing at me....
Spencer: *Over intercom* Uhhh... was there a distress signal you guys sent in earlier?...
Barry: Yes. Yes there was. But nevermind now, it's too late.
Phil: GASP!! You, you smashed?! HELP, I'M TALKING TO A GHOST!!!!
Opal: *Is turning purple from suppressed laughter*
Barry: Opal is next if you don't come to your senses.
Spencer: *looks at big screen* Ohh, good, you're not dead. But that is a strange color you're turning, Opal... wait... purple?.... MAELSTROM INFECTION!!!!!!!
Opal: *Can't hold it any longer* HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Barry: I need coffee. Scotty? *Coffee appears in his hand* Thanks.
Phil: Spencer, I think we got something wrong here....

Chapter 13

*In tech support...*
Spencer: This is so boring, we just sit here all day staring at multiple screens till our eyes feel awful while Barry and Opal are out there having fun.
Phil: It's not boring, I get to play Attack of the Hungry Mungrys all day long!
Spencer: Well I think it's boring. I wish something cool would happen.
*Goat walks in on it's hind legs and looks around*
Spencer: Good enough for me! Awww, aren't you the cutest little goat??? So FLUFFY!!
Phil: How did that get past security?
Goat: *In monotone voice* My name is Roger, not 'the cutest little goat'.
Phil: It speaks?!?!
Spencer: ADORABLE!!!! Say, 'Hi, Uncle Spencer'!!!
Roger: Why....
Spencer: 'Cause you're so cute, and you would be even cuter if you said my name with the word uncle in front of it!
TB: *Walks in* How did that thing get past security?
Roger: I'm hungry.
*Five minutes later*
*Chewed up wires everywhere* *Roger is standing up with eyes half closed, slowly and blissfully chewing away at Phil's transmitter* Phil is staring down at him with a blank expression*
Phil: Bad goat.
Roger: But I was hungry.
Spencer: Of course you were, who's a fluffy goat? Who's a fluffy goat? That's right, you are! Yes, you are!
Roger: I find your attitude disturbing.
The Bossman: I want that unnaturally-standing-and-talking-walking-bottomless-stomach out of here.
Phil: Roger that!
Roger: Hmm? You want me to eat that? Okay... *Eats Phil's new designer shoe*
Phil: HE'S WORSE THAN HUNGRY MUNGRY!!!!!
Roger: *munch munch gulp* Who is Hungry Mungry?
Phil: The star of my favorite video game. *Points to XStud*
Roger: None may rival my eating prowess. It must be destroyed. *Ambles over to the XStud*
Phil: NO!! DON'T DO IT!!! I HAVEN'T GOTTEN MY HIGH SCORE BACK YEEEEEET!!!!!!!!
Roger: *Bites XStud, but gets severely electrocuted* *Fur is now standing on end and makes him look like a giant puffball*
Spencer: OH MY GOODNESS!!!

Chapter 14

Quick Scene Recap Device: To refresh your memory, Spencer, Phil, and The Bossman, are staring dumbfounded at a goat who just got put on Santa's Naughty List. He has just taken a bite out of Phil's XStud, and is now electrocuted, with all his fur standing on end and resembles a puffball with teeny hooves sticking out and teeny horns sticking out of a mass of fur. He resumes speaking in a monotone voice. This is not a recording.
Roger: Oooowww.
Phil: MY POOR XSTUD!!
Spencer': THE POOR GOAT!!!
TB: Get it outoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutout!!!!
*Roger stumbles out, feeling very discombobulated, and somehow manages to make it through the storage room, through the Team Tuna Room, through the Bossman's room, and into the foyer, were a secretary is going through mail at her desk*
Secretary: Junk mail, bill, junk mail, oooo, a package from my Aunt Ruth! *Opens* A weather kit! Just what I've always wanted! *Pulls a full sized lightning rod out of the extremely tiny box, along with an umbrella, several types of thermometers, and a 749 page book* *Looks behind herself and sees Roger tottering towards her* AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! A PUFFBALL WITH LEGS AND HORNS!!!!!! *Drops all the mail*
*Roger comes a little too close to the lightning rod, and all the electricity in his fur shoots out at it* *Everything is white for two seconds..... three seconds... five.... electricity is still transfering..... eight.... ah, there we go, now we can see again*
*The lightning rod is all shiny, and the occasional spark will run through it* *Roger's fur is flat against him and his eyes are crossed* *The secretary fled at four seconds, and the door is still swinging*
Roger: Ooooooooooowwwwwwwww.

And that is how the Shortsword of Lightning was invented. Roger the goat was never seen again, because just then the security cameras shorted out (as well as half the city) but there are rumors he got a job with a talking cow and ferret as a police officer.

Chapter 15

Barry: I hate it when she uses that excuse. Oh, we're on... *slicks hair back*
Opal: You're so vain.
Barry: You're the one who paints her nails each night and watches them dry, so they 'Don't peel'.
Opal: It's a valid reason!
Spencer: *Over intercom* Houston, we have a problem!
Barry: My name's not Houston...
Spencer: Surely you didn't take that literally?
Opal: My name's not Surely...
Phil: Oh, cut it out all of you. We have a situation down at Red Blocks! What appears to be a fight going on between two minifigure, and about a dozen cheering them on! And worse: neither of the fighters see the late breakfast Johnny Thunder left out! They're in danger of slipping on banana peels and some old moldy-looking waffles covered in corny syrup!
Opal: Corny syrup?!?! Yuck, what were the flavor-people thinking?!
Phil: No, not that type of corny, the corny as in cheesy, cheap-
Opal: CHEESY SYRUP?!?! OOoooohhh, that's even worse!
Barry: I never did take to cheap syrup. Only the expensive type is good.
Spencer: JUST GET OVER THERE AND BREAK 'EM UP!!!
Opal: Fine, fine, but I'm going to have a word with the syrup company...

Will the Mythran Agents break up the fight? Will Barry get his hair right? Will syrup ever be the same again? All these questions and more will be answered in the next installment of, Mythran Mayhem!!!!

Chapter 16

Chap-At-A-Glance Device: To get you caught up if you missed the latest episode: Hair-Houston and Surely- Syrup- Hopeless Co-workers- oh yeah, and they have to go break up the fight at Red Blocks.
Barry: Let's go save those minifigures from the iron clutches of Johnny Thunder's late breakfast! Let us traverse the worlds, if need be, to rescue those who are ignorant of their peril, even if it must take us to the ends of the universe, even if it takes us 'til we're old and grey, if only, if only to save them in the most heroic way, and our last words will be, 'So far, we, traveled, so very far, with only a sliver of hope ye would be rescued, and can someone get that moldy waffle off my nose... so far from home'...
Opal: Uh.... It's literally just around the corner. I can hear the minifigures chanting from here.
Barry: Oh.
*They walk around the corner. Right where Johnny Thunder usually is, a large crowd had gathered and are yelling incoherently* *Johnny Thunder is, not there, but the remains of his breakfast were flung about*
Opal: I can't hear what they're shouting....
Barry: Sounds like... PVPF.... What does that stand for?
Opal: Purplish Vipers Packing Fanny-packs? Popcorn Violently Prancing the Foxtrot?
Spencer: *Over intercom* Painful Visor Pressing on my Forehead? Petting Vintage Poofy Fur?

Chapter 17

*Our "heroes" continue down the list of possibilities...*
Barry: Pacific Version Packing Fun? Pickled Vikings Punching Feet?
Phil: *Over intercom* Pink Vortexes Parting Faces? Poisonous Vest of Partying Fun?
Opal: Purple Vegetables Perspiring Food? Pet Veterinarian Personal Ferret?
Spencer: *Over intercom* Pillow Vanilla Pickle Fluffy? Puking Ventilation-shaft Pending Family?
Barry: ......For some reason none of those sound quite right.
Opal: Here, I've got an idea. *Taps on the shoulder of a bored looking minifigure apart from the crowd* *Of course, her R.C.D.T.M.Y.I.I is on, so she cannot see her*
BoredLookingMinifigure(Let's call her BLM): AHH! Wait, no one is there.... is there a GHOST haunting me? *To herself* No no, that's impossible, ghosts don't exist, I must be sleep deprived-
Opal: Hi.
BLM: Oh yeah, I'm sleep deprived, that bush is striking up a conversation with me.
Opal: No, I am.
BLM: .....Are you my conscious?
Opal: Yeah. Sure. We'll work with that. Now, could you refresh my- your- our, memory, what does PVPF stand for?
BLM: PVPF? I thought you- er, I- or we, knew that. Player Versus Player Finals... you know, the ones we lost in.
Opal: OH, oh yeah. ...You don't think anyone will get hurt, do you? Er, do I? Do we?
BLM: Pfft, are you kidding me, me? NF gear can't touch NF members. Sorta just goes through each other like phantoms. Don't you know this from when we were PvPing?
Opal: Er, well, no, you see, I was taking a little nap right then.
BLM: Oh. That explains why I lost. No common sense.
Opal: Well, I'm getting tired again, I won't keep you any longer; I'll just be taking a nap again.
BLM: Strange, you'd never talk to me before when I asked if you were listening. It's been a while since you visited you know, last time in Advant Gardens we had a good long chat with the buffaloes? They were good debaters when it came to the matter of sandwiches...
After Opal manages to get out of a akward conversation with BLM, she regroups with Barry*
Opal: PVPF stands for Player Versus Player Finals. It's perfectly fine.
Barry: Oh. Man, I was really hoping for the Pickled Vortexes Perspiring Fluffy... or whatever it was....
Spencer: *Over intercom* Ho hum then, false alarm. Phil, what do you have to say for yourself, sending them off for nothing like that?
Phil:*Over intercom* Hey! You were the one who said we need to send them!
Spencer: Were not!
Phil: Were too! *Sounds of a scuffle can be heard over the intercom*
Opal: Boys.
Barry: Let's go check one of the launchpads.
*However, the Mythran Agents have made a deadly mistake. Not all was still well in the battle between players- Alas, the late breakfast of Johnny Thunder was forgotten.....*
Announcer Minifigure: And I announce, Jonna, the winner of the PVP Finals!!!
Jonna: Thank you, thank you all, no sir, I'm afraid I cannot sign your cast or designer shoe, thank you all, WHOOP!- *Slips on banana peel and lands facefirst into a moldy waffle covered in cheesy syrup*
*Crowd hold their breath in astonishment*
Announcer Minifigure: .... And, ladies and gentlefigs, in a stunning turn of events, THE WAFFLES, have defeated our champion!!! I name the new winner, Johnny Thunder's *mutters* really nasty looking Late Breakfast!!!
*Massive cheers arise and scraps of waffles and bananas are carried around on the crowd's shoulders*

Chapter 18

*After a long day at work, Team Tuna has retired to their rooms at the MPA Headquarters. After snoring excessively for eight hours, the alarm clock goes off*
Alarm Clock: Wakey, wakey! Wakey, wakey!
*Snooooores*
Alarm Clock': *Cough* I said, WAKEY WAKEY!!!!
*Snoooooooooores*
Alarm Clock: Ugh. This happens every morning. WAAAAKEEE UUUP, YOU SLOTHS!!!!!!
Barry: I'm awake, I'm awake, going to go get breakfast now.... *ambles off to the teeny kitchen*
Opal: Yaaawwwnnn, I'm awake too. OH MY, just look at that bed-head! Never mind, DON'T look at that bed head. I need to find a brush....
Spencer: If that alarm clock calls me a sloth one more time I'll show it how fast a sloth can crush it.... *Gets up* Phil, wake up before the alarm clock starts yelling about how we have jobs and all that again...
Phil: Snooore..... snooore.... put that burger down..... snore....
Spencer: Phiiiillllll...... I still have your high scoooorrreee......
Phil: *Sits up instantly* I HAD THE MOST AMAZING DREAM!!!
Spencer: What was it?
Phil: Don't remember. But it made me realize something; have you ever stopped to think about how sadly neglected the average minifigure's vocabulary is? The decline of the English language is upon us...
Spencer: Yeah yeah yeah, that's great and all, but we're gonna be late and all if you act more slothyish, so get moving, I still need to eat breakfast and we've only got twelve more minutes.
Phil: THAT'S what I'm talking about! That's a run-on sentence, and slothyish isn't a word. Can't you see? The Universe needs a hero! I! Am! That! Hero! They call me.... Captain Dictionary!!!
Spencer: Ironically, I!, Am!, That!, and Hero! aren't sentences either.
Phil: Nevermind that. I'm focusing on vocabulary in my superhero career, not grammar. Now... all I need is a suit and a sidekick!!

Chapter 19

Opal: *Looks out from bathroom door holding a hairbrush* Did I just hear Phil say he wants to be a superhero?
Phil: Did I just hear you volunteer to buy me a suit befitting a superhero as cool as I? Aw, thanks, Opal! Make sure you get one that has red on it, I like red....
Opal: What?!
Phil: Now that that's covered, I can focus on getting a sidekick! Now, would Spencer or Barry be better?
Spencer: *Starts backing away* Uh, oh, well, I think Barry would be better...
Barry: *Looks out of tiny kitchen holding a half-eaten moldy waffle covered in cheesy syrup* I would be better at what?
Phil: I know! We'll draw straws! *Takes a tooth pick from Barry and breaks it unevenly*
Barry: Hey, I was using that to get the mold out of my teeth!
Barry and Spencer both pick an end, and Spencer gets the short one*
Spencer: Oh dear.
Phil: Aha! Yes, you will be the perfect sidekick! You will now be known only as..... Lieutenant Thesaurus!!
Spencer: You've got to be kidding me.
Barry: No, I don't think he is. I'm going to go finish breakfast....
Opal: Okay, so I used my IStud to order superhero suits for you guys. I ordered them express mail, they should come by pretty soon.
Phil: Very good, very good. Now all that Captain Dictionary needs is... a dictionary!
*Dictionary appears right next to him*
Phil: Ooooo, such service! *Picks up dictionary* Can I get a thesaurus for the Lieutenant here too?
*Sigh, fine.*
*Thesaurus appears next to Spencer*
Phil: Thanks. Now, all we need is our suits and we'll be ready to head out and save all minifigurekind from the decline of the English language! Come on, Lieutenant, say it with me! FOR VOCABULARY!!!!
Spencer: For vocabulary.... yay.
*Packages marked "Xpress Mail" appear next to them*
Spencer: Wow, talk about fast....
Phil: Xpress mail? Tch tch, see, this is the very thing we fight against. Where's the first e?
*Our superheros have taken turns putting on their new suits, and now ask Opal and Barry their opinion*
Phil: Well?
Opal: It looked better online.
Barry: I like Spencer's, it's got that cool book stitched on the front.
Phil: Mine's got that too...
Barry: But Spencer's is blue!
Phil: Oh well, it'll have to do. Now, Lieutenant Thesaurus, let's do some research! I want you to read that thesaurus front to back, and I'll read my dictionary!
Spencer: As if wearing a tacky suit wasn't enough. Have fun, I'm not reading that now. I'll read it whenever I need.
*Three days later*
Spencer: You JUST finished?
Phil: My ophthalmic anguish is insufferable, however, I am now competent to articulate extensive words.
Opal: *Looks over from painting her nails* What in the Nimbus System did he just say?!
Spencer: *Flips through thesaurus a bit* Oh, he just said that his eyes hurt and said he can use big words now.
Phil: Indubitably.
Barry: I guess you guys want to be beamed down now to save Minifigurekind from the Decline of the English Language?
Spencer: Sure! This is actually kind of getting fun.
Phil: Indubitably.
*Both are beamed down, courtesy of Agent Scotty*
*Both walk into the Plaza, where two minifigures are shouting at each other*
Minifig#1: You said you wanted 100,00 for the staff before, and now you're doubling the price!
Minifig#2: No, I was telling this guy I'll sign his designer shoe if he gives me 200,000, not you!
Onlooker: I thought you were saying you would give me 100,000 if I let you write on my shoe.
Phil: *Walks up* What seems to be the enigma?
Minifig#2: Sorry, I don't speak French... and what's with the funny costume?
Spencer: *Flips through thesaurus* He asked you what the problem is.
Minifig#1: Well I know it's not his problem.
Phil: It is my enigma, for I am- CAPTAIN DICTIONARY!!!!!! Here to extricate you from it with my staunch acquaintance, Lieutenant Thesaurus!
Spencer: He means he's a superhero here to fix your problem and I, the loyal Lieutenant Thesaurus, will help.
Onlooker: Coooool! Sign my cast?
Minifig#1: Well, I wanted to buy his staff, but then he doubled the price!
Minifig#2: Did not! He said he'd pay me 200,00 if I signed the shoe!
Minifig#1: I did not promise you 200,000! You promised me the staff!
Minifig#2: Not you, that guys with the smudgy shoe!
Onlooker: You want to give me a free staff? Awesome...
Phil: Eschew obfuscation.
*The three minifigures gape adoringly*
Minifig#1: What does it MEAN?
Spencer: Uh... *looks in thesaurus* It means shun confusion.
Minifig#2: What big words!!! What wisdom!! Captain Dictionary is my new hero!
Onlooker: PRETTY please sign my cast?!
Phil: All in a day's labor.

Chapter 20

Barry: No. It's not chapter twenty.
*....Oh. Did I get the count wrong?*
Opal: No. We quit.
*What?!?!*
Spencer: We can't stand having an author control us anymore. You've run out of ideas anyways.
*Have not!*
Phil: Captain Dictionary? As if my reputation wasn't injured enough by Spencer taking my high score.
*But.. but, you can't just kick me out!*
Barry': Yes we can.
*Mutiny!!! The characters turn against me!!*
Phil: Us characters are tired of you controlling us. Go back to A Six Sided Fate, play fetch with Yiwfla or something. *Barry, Opal, Phil and Spencer carry me out of the topic*
*NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--*
Opal: Much better. I bet we can handle this topic way better than she could, right guys?
Spencer: Totally. I bet every line we say will leave the readers in stitches!
Barry: It'll be comedy gold! But first, we need to redo the decor here....
*Dust cloud rises and obscures all vision. Thwoking and drilling noises are heard from within, accompanied by the occasional "Watch where you point that thing!". Finally, the dust settles....*
Opal: Lovely! Now we've got this stage with a view of the night time city skyline behind it, four chairs and a desk, coffee mugs with sponsor logos on them, and a fake cardboard audience to finish it all off!
Phil: Perfect. Now, to begin episode one of... What is our show called?
Barry: Negative IQ?
Spencer: Slap of Stick?
Opal: BACON!
*Everyone stares at her*
Opal: It's my secret addiction.
Phil: And it's PERFECT!! for our new comedy!
*Theme song plays*
*The curtain- which MOST DEFINATLY wasn't made of old window curtains- rises to reveal Phil, Spencer, Barry and Opal sitting at the desk with coffee cups and platters of steaming bacon*
*Theme song ends*
Phil: Thank you all for joining us tonight for the first episode of Bacon! Here at Bacon Studios, we are determinded to leave you breathless with our witty tongues and mind-whirling jokes! After drawing straws, we have decided I shall play the part of the host, Spencer and Barry the visitors, and Opal will play the part of the drums.
Opal: I think the sticks were rigged.
Phil: Quiet, you can't talk. Now, on with the show!
Spencer: Thanks for having us. It's a real pleasure to be here.
Barry: Where's the treasure he hear? No, I don't, my hearing isn't too good since I walked by the mad scientists house when he was working on that sonic blaster. What was that you said about treasure?
Opal: Boom doom che.
Phil: *Forced laughter* Ha ha! *Pressed button next on recorder next to him and fake audience laughter plays on speakers* You guys are very funny.
Spencer: Thanks. Here's another joke- They told me I was gullible... and I believed them.
Barry: You did?
Opal: Boom doom che.
Phil: Hahaha!!! *Fake laughter plays*
Spencer: Ask me about my vow of silence.
Barry: What about it?
Spencer: .... I think I just broke it.
Opal: Boom doom che.
*Fake laughter plays*
Spencer: Vacation begins when Dad says, "I know a short cut."
Barry: Crustation buys pins..... No fort shut..... I'm not catching your drift here.
Opal: Boom doom che.
Phil: Hah, youy two are a hoot. *Plays fake laughter* Well, that's all the time we have for today folks, tune in next time for more laughter! CUT!

Chapter 21

*I walk down stairs*
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*I walk down.. well, you get the point.*
*Half an hour later:*
*I reach the bottom, where a small door labeled "Detention" is. Inside, there is a small room covered in flowery wallpaper and four chairs. Phil, Spencer, Barry and Opal are sitting in them dejectedly*
*Well, you guys all kicked me out of the topic. What do you have to say for yourselves?!*
Phil: We're.... innocent?
*Wrong answer. Robocreator, bring in.... THE WHATCHAMACALLIT!!!!*
*Large machine comes clanking down the stairs, a few springs popping off here and there. Robocreator is pushing it from behind, rolling it to a stop in front of the four naughty Mythrans. It has four chairs in it, and above each chair is one of those things at hair shops that look like upside-down strainers and go over your head. Not to mention every other flat surface on the machine is covered with big buttons, flashing lights or foreboding switches*
Phil, Spencer and Opal: NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT THE DREADED WHATCHAMACALLIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Barry: What's the Whatchamacallit?
*The Bossman appears behind everyone*
TB: The Whatchamacallit is a machine created by- *glances down at paper* oh, er, that would be classified! *Dissapears* *A faint boom is heard from miles above us* *TB reappears behind everyone again* The Whatchamacallit was a machine created after the incident of '06, when- *glances down at peice of paper* uh, er, that would be classified! *Dissapears and another boom is heard* *Reappears behind everyone again* The Whatchamacallit is... Hmm, what can I say about it that ISN'T classified?! Ah, yes. In a nutshell, it's a brain-switching device.
Barry: Ah. I see. In that case-
Phil, Spencer, Opal and Barry: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH SPARE US PLEEEEEEZZZZEEEE!!!!!!!!
*You brought it upon yourselves. Now, everybody in!*
*After much attempted reasoning, all four are strapped in and the strainer thingys are put over their heads*
*Fire it up, Robocreator!*
Robocreator: Heehee!!! *Starts pressing all sorts of buttons, pulling levers and doing some last-minute rewiring on a panel*
*The Whatchamacallit starts up, making entirely normal machine noises. Whirring, clanking, squeaking, sputtering, groaning, singing a short spurt of Jingle Bells, more whirring, then it all stops, and a large flash of light fills the room. When it fades, it reveals......*
*All four Mythrans look normal, until they look around at each other*
Opal: EEEEK!!! I'm not me!!! Who's in me?!
Barry: I think it's me... ick, my nails are neon pink!!!!
Phil: So that means Spencer is me and I'm Spencer!!! UGH!! My brain had to be switched with my ARCH-NEMESIS!!!
Spencer: I say, arch-nemesis is taking it a little far, don't you think? All I did was take your high score!

Could it be true? Have the Mythran's minds really been switched? Don't answer that, it is true. Tune in next time to see what could possibly be worse as their punishment continues!!!

Chapter 22

*Now that the Mythran's minds have been switched, the Mythrans, TB and I enter through another door while Robocreator stays to stop the Whatchamacallit from blowing up- did I mention it was made of nuclear materi-eeeeh, that's classified.*
We walk down stairs*
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*W3 wa1k d0wn m0r3 5ta1r5*
*We walk down... well, you get the point*
*Half hour later*
*We reach the landing and enter a door that says "You must be in BIG trouble if you're down here" on it. Inside is a really old, teeny play dungeon and a fake tree sticking out of the dungeon. Larry and Chewchew are smiling innocently nearby*
As you recall, the four Mythran's minds have been switched and are now even deeper within the MPA Detention Center. We have recently entered a room where a small old play dungeon (that is covered in layers of fine dust) and has a inflatable palm tree sticking out of it. SuperLegoLarry and ChewChew are standing nearby, smiling innocently. Well, Larry is; ChewChew is smiling like a creepy person who stalks pigs.*
Opal/Barry: I fail to see the punishment we will receive here.
Phil/Spencer: Seeing that tree reminds me of level 86, "Tropical Prison".... all the Hungry Mungrys were eating the bananas after they had been imprisoned for exposing people to radioactivity.
Barry/Opal: The Hungry Mungrys exposed people to radioactivity?!
Phil/Spencer: No, the bananas did.
*Larry, please commence stage one of stage two of stage seven.*
Larry: Yay! *Somehow manages to fit all the Mythrans inside the dusty dungeon and ties them to the inflatable tree*
Spencer/Phil: Am I sitting on someone's foot?
Phil/Spencer: Technically it's your foot....
*Chewchew, please commence stage two of stage two of stage seven*
Chewchew: Yay! *Pulls out tazer* Now we just need them to sneeze....
Barry/Opal: Um, why do we need to sneeze?
Chewchew: because then I can shoot you with the tazer. It's funner than tazing the pigs.
Opal/Barry: I think PETA's going to sue you.
Barry/Opal: I think I'M going to sue you.
Larry: You can't, you're the characters, we're the readers.
Phil/Spencer: Hey, if we can kick the author out, we can sue you! *TB glares at him* Errr, I mean, how could Barry say such things? No one's sueing anybody....
Spencer/Phil: Ahhh..... ahhhh... AHHHHH.............................................................. oh. Nevermind, false alaaaaahhcoooo!
Chewchew': YES, AHAHAHA!!! *Shoots Spencer with tazer*
Spencer/Phil: *Hair is smoking* .....Ow.
*Chewchew hands Larry and me some tazers*
Opal/Barry: I'm so glad I'm not allergic to dust.
Spencer/Phil: iiii... aaaaAAAAaaaaaaaamm..... aaahh.. ACHOO!
Chewchew, Larry and I: TAZERS!!!!!!! *shoots the tazers at Spencer*
Phil/Spencer: Achoo! *ZAP*
Opal/Barry: Achoo! Hey wai- *ZAP* *Hair is super-frizzy* I thought......... I wasn't....... allergic to dust........
Barry/Opal: You're not. But since our minds got switched, now I'M not allergic to dust, but you are. SCORE!
Opal/Barry: AwwwwCHHHOOO!!! *ZAP*
*Things continue this way for some time.... even Barry/Opal sneezes a few times. After several hours, all of them are thoroughly discombobulated and in desperate need of a hair stylist*
Opal/Barry: *Looks at Barry/Opal* I look
Barry/Opal: Speak for yourself... or rather... me.
Spencer/Phil: Being Lieutenant Thesaurus was better than this.
*Chewchew, Larry and I put away tazers*
Phil/Spencer: Is it over?
*No, now comes the worst part.... banishment to the Island of Perpetual Tickling!!!!! Strider?*
Strider: *Pokes his head in the doorway* Yay! *Turns around and yells at someone behind him*
*Creepy music starts playing and the lights dim* *Mist covers the ground*
Strider: Yay for special effects!
*Then... THE TICKLER ENTERS!* *Someone hits a piano to make that noise that people make in scary movies* *(For those of you who don't know who the tickler is, its an over-sized asparagus dressed in and even more over-sized hooded robe, wielding an exceedingly oversized feather as it tickles people. I know. Scary!)*
*The Tickler starts tickling the Mythrans*
Mythrans: Hee, hee, please stop, haha, pretty please, heeeheee!!!!
Larry: Wait! If they get banished to the Island of Perpetual Tickling, you won't have any characters!
*Oh. I may have overlooked that. Well then, Strider, recall the tickler!*

Strider: Tickler! Come back, a call just came in from Persia to banish two peas for trying to drop a piano on the kings head! (By the way, you might get some smushed cake if you do)

*The Tickler is immediately pleased at the sound of cake, and disappears in a flash of fluffy feathers*

Strider: Tickler! Come back, a call just came in from Persia to banish two peas for trying to drop a piano on the kings head! (By the way, you might get some smushed cake if you do)

*The Tickler is immediately pleased at the sound of cake, and disappears in a flash of fluffy feathers*
Barry/Opal: Well that was close.
Phil/Spencer: NOW is it over?
*Not yet, your minds must be switched back. Robocreator, could you do that?*
*Rattling is heard from up the stairs, as well as a wobbly "lllllooookkk ooouuuttt beeeelllloowwww!!!!!!"*
*Strider, Chewchew, Larry, TB and I all jump to the side as the Whatchamacallit rolls down the stairs, through the door and towards the Mythrans, with Robocreator pushing it from behind* *The Whatchamacallit runs into the four Mythrans, instantly changing their minds back to the way they should be* *However, the force of the impact sends them through another door, and down 34,987,200,000,0O0,000 flights of stairs where they finally reach the bottom* *Robocreator and the Whatchamacallit are still in the room with the rest of the Minifigures and TB*
Robocreator: Can I keep it?
TB: No, the Whatchamacallit is property of the MPA!
Robocreator: Aw.
*Well, that's that! Once the Mythrans get back up here we can resume the show as normal. Er, you guys don't think this was too harsh?*
TB, Larry, Chewchew and Strider: Nah.

Chapter 23

*Phil and Spencer are kicking back and relaxing in Tech Support while Barry and Opal deal with a crisis in NS*
Phil: *Is looking at his IStud 9* OH MY BRICK!!!!!!!!
Spencer: What?
Phil: A new- eeeehhhh, nevermind. I don't want to tell you. I'll tell Barry when he gets back from that emergency.
Spencer: Tell me!!
Phil: NEVA!!! *Spencer tackles Phil for the phone to see what he was looking at, but Phil has no intentions of letting his arch-nemesis see. A scuffle erupts, and both Mythrans grapple for the phone*
*Suddenly, Barry screams over the intercom, shocking the supposed "On stand-by tech support"*
Barry: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Startled, Phil lets go of the phone and a mouse (One of the live ones) instantly snatches it and scurries into a hole with it*
Phil: NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO......................................
Spencer: *Sits on chair and speaks into intercom* Yes, what can I do for you today?
Barry: UM, We're kinda having DIFFICULTIES here!!! Do you have any idea how to stop a mutated cookie from eating all of NS???
Phil: No. Go ask Mardolf, I'm sure he has an answer. I have to get my IStud back, I have no time to chitchat!
Barry: Waitwaitwai-
Phil: *Cuts off channel* I need to get my IStud back! And I know just how to do it...
Spencer: Why do I get a bad feeling about this?
Phil: I'm gonna get my IStud back from that mouse!!! *Runs to the store*
Store Clerk: Hello. Thank you for shopping with MythMarket. Can I assist you?
Phil: Yes, I'll take all your mousetraps and all your cheese, please!
Store Clerk: Mmm-hmm. That'll be 5,833.27 please.
Phil: Surely not that much?!
Store Clerk: We have some very expensive cheeses.
Phil: Nevermind, I'll just take the mousetraps and all your cheddar.
*Half an hour later* *Phil is back in tech support, and has laid out all the mouse traps surrounding the mouse hole.*
Phil: There! That'll get that mouse... and I will get my IStud!
TB: *Opens the door* Just checking in- *Door bumps a mouse trap, setting it off, causing a chain reaction of all the mousetraps going off* AAHHHH!
Phil: AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! *The mousetrap closest to him gets flung into the air, snapping onto his nose* Ooowwww........

*One hour later*
*Phil has reset all the mousetraps, and pried the one off his nose* There, NOW we are ready.
Spencer: *Opens door* Back from my break and, AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! *The door sets off the traps again*
Phil: UGH!

Chapter 24

Barry: THE AUTHOR ABANDONED US!!
Spencer: I knew we should have just taken over and started our own comedy. It would have saved us and the readers a lot of pain... sniff.
Phil: Try to look on the bright side... I've been able to have more time to try to get my high score back.
Spencer: You'll never get it back, bwahahaha!!!
Phil: YES I WILL!!! *Tackles Spencer*
Opal: Things have been getting out of hand since the author left.
Barry: The Bossman is the only one who has made special appearances. He got to send a special transmission on another topic. Us? Nothing. Just sitting in this old topic... lost... forgotten...... alone.... with Phil hogging the videogames...
Phil: *Pauses wrestling Spencer* It's Spencer's fault.
Spencer: Is not!
Phil: Is too.
*They start wrestling again*
Opal: I want a topic transfer.

Chapter 25

Opal: OH MY GOODNESS, THE AUTHOR IS SOOOO LAZY!!!
Barry: I agree. It's already halfway through January and she still hasn't finished the Christmas Skit. This is taking too long.
Phil: *Brandishes lightsaber* That's my line.
Opal: That's my lightsaber. *Snatches it back*
Opal: OH MY GOODNESS, THE AUTHOR IS SOOOO LAZY!!!
Barry: I agree. It's already halfway through January and she still hasn't finished the Christmas Skit. This is taking too long.
Phil: *Brandishes lightsaber* That's my line.
Opal: That's my lightsaber. *Snatches it back*
Spencer: Enough is enough. As I have appeared to be an emerging character and natural leader in recent chapters- *fanfare plays* -I will take the lead here! Who votes that we should kick the author out again? Come on, who's with me?!
*Silence is filled with the sound of crickets*
Crickets: Cricket-cricket.... Cricket-cricket....
Spencer: You've got to be kidding me. Doesn't anyone agree? Don't you think we could pull it off this time? I mean, we've learned so much since we first tried! And the author's so lazy I don't think she'd notice.
Phil: It doesn't matter if she notices. It was the readers that made us bring her back.
Barry: ....And T.B.......
The air is once again filled with the musical nearby group of crickets*
Crickets: *Cricket to the tune of the Imperial March*
Spencer: .....The Bossman's right behind me, isn't he?
T.B.: Yep.
Spencer: *Jumps* Oh, uh, hey, what's up mah friend?? Heh... heh... ummmm.... high five?....
T.B.: Were you plotting to overthrow the author again?
Crickets: *Cricket to the Jepordy theme song*
Spencer: Err.... well.... let's see.... ehhh.... no?
T.B.: Do I need to put you in detention again?
Spencer: NO! Detention is horrible!
T.B.: Good... don't let me ever catch you scheming schemes against the author again.
Opal: Why haven't you ever tried to overthrow her?
T.B.: Because I get to make special appearances on other topics even if she doesn't post here.
Phil: OH THE CRUEL UNFAIRNESS OF IT ALL!!! *Hits head on video game controller*
Barry: *Sniffle* We'll never know what's in the presents. The author keeps forgetting about us.

Chapter 26

*It's a fairly quiet day in the MPA headquarters, and Barry, Spencer, Phil and Opal are playing Attack of the Hungry Mungrys while they wait for something interesting to happen*
Barry: It's so boring today. I wish something interesting would happen.
*The Bossman rushes into the room*
T.B.: SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAS HAPPENED!!!!
Opal: Aw, why'd you have to go and jinx a perfectly good day, Barry?
Spencer: What happened, Boss?
T.B.: LOOK!!! The moderators just posted this:
White Alligator: Hello everyone,
On Friday, June 27 the Stories of LEGO Universe forum will be merged with the LEGO Universe main forum.
Please visit the main LEGO Universe subforum of Classics starting on Friday, June 27 to access all current and recent topics from Stories of LEGO Universe. Thanks!
Phil: What's a moderator?
Spencer: Wait, the SoLU forum is "merging" into the LU forum?! WHAT?!?!?!
*Terrified, someone screams in a extremely high voice*
*Everyone looks at Opal*
Opal: It wasn't me.
*Everyone looks at Barry*
Barry: Er... I mean, *makes voice deeper* Wow, that's bad.
T.B.: BAD?! THIS IS DEVASTATING!!! Do you realize what this means? Only the most recent topics are going to be moved! Hundreds of classic stories are going to be deleted! The Blue Haired Wonder, The Stromling Trilogy, Red Firefield!!! Dozens of epic stories! The legacy of LEGO Universe is disappearing on the 27th!
Spencer: Wow... I can't believe it. Do you think they'll delete Yodazaber's comedies? Psued's stories? Reminal's stories? Ninjago_Builder's comedy?
T.B.: It's almost certain.
Phil: NOOOOO!!! This is worse than when Spencer took my high score!!! *Cries*
Opal: *Sniffle* I remember when this forum was active. It's so sad to watch it die like this.
Spencer: True. But we'll never forget this forum. Too many great things happened here to just forget about it.
Barry: Long live LU, the imaginations of those who played it, and their stories!