A/N: That’s one pissed off rock huh? This is where the real trauma begins…I’m so glad that you guys can read this. This is the sad chapter that means SOON we will get to the point on why this story is called Rainbows on Acid!!!!!!!! (Talk about climatic???!!!!……yeah…didn’t think you cared….)

JUST READ!

A PHILISOPHICAL POOL BOY AND A RANSOM LETTER FROM THE DON

Thinking it was best, three days after receiving Rocky’s threatening letter, Erin decided to go pick up Rocky from rehab.

Rocky: “It’s about time you assholes got here!”

Speckles: (tugging on Erin’s pants) “Maybe we should get him out of the bottom of the pool.”

Erin: “That MAY be a good idea…OH, POOL BOY!!!!!”

A young, handsome, boy in blue swim trunks walked over, carrying a pool net.

Pool Boy: “Hi, my name is Justin. What can I do for you miss?” (Deciding to act a little cheesy, he took Erin’s hand and kissed it, like she was a princess.)

Erin: (Blushing) “Um…yes...um…I…well, I was just…um wondering…um…” (Diamond scratched her leg, ripping the baggy black jeans, but getting Erin’s attention.) “OUCH!!!… sorry...could you get my pet rock out of the bottom of the pool?…Please???”

Justin: “You’re wish is my command…wait…what?”

Erin: (confused) “What?”

Justin: “Well, I was just thinking, if YOUR wish was MY command, then wouldn’t that just mean you do it yourself???”

Erin: (more confused) “What?”

Justin: “To remove a rock, or not to remove a rock…THAT is the question!”

Diamond: (Whispering to Sparkles.) “Great...He thinks he’s a philosopher.”

Sparkles: “A What?”

Diamond hangs her head in distress and then sticks out her paw to the side absentmindedly pushing Sparkles into the pool.

Diamond: (Sarcastically) “Oopsy, my bad…” (She walks off to nowhere, no concern for the little frog lingered anywhere near her.)

Justin was still going on and on about more rhetorical and philosophical questions, not taking into notice that Erin had already snatched the pool net, saved Rocky, and left.

When they arrived back home, Rocky set himself in his old three sided fish tank, (one panel was missing) and turned on his heat lamp. All the while cursing incoherent murmurings until Diamond came in and sat on him.

Diamond: “Well, that shut him up” (She dozes to sleep…muffled screams can be heard from under her butt.)

IN THE KITCHEN

Erin walked into the kitchen, checked for messages on the machine…none, and put away her keys and purse. That was when she noticed by the kitchen sink, an old piece of notebook paper with very illegible handwriting

Erin: “Well, now, what’s this?”

Erin glanced over the paper this is what she could make out:

Erin Webster,

I am the Don ***** Mystical Toad Mafia. It’s ********* Mystical Toad ************ I am *** Mystical Toad…WORSHIP **************** come to my attention ***** little ******* rat *********Sparkles has been ******************* daughter, Emily. I do ****************************** ordered your ****** stay away from my ******** He continually *********** him and Emily ****** love and nothing ******* them apart…But ***************** body guards were ***********. Anyways********** if you don’t pay me, 13 pounds of deep fried flies by ******** month, I will KILL SPARKLES!…** Just *************bath toys…YOU”VE BEEN WARNED!!!!

TOAD

Erin: “Oh no… The Mystical Toad is going to kill Sparkles Bath toys!!! I HAVE TO WARN HIM!!!!…..Sparkles!”

Erin, having a blonde moment, searches the house for Sparkles until she realizes he isn’t there. Reading the letter again she is able to decipher the last sentence and understands that the letter REALLY says:

I will KILL SPARKLES!…Or just take away his bath toys…YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!!!!

Erin immediately called Danielle who was in the middle of watching Rabid Grannies, but reluctantly decided to part will it, when she was informed that her god was a Mafia Don that kidnapped Sparkles. She didn’t care about Sparkles, but was more interested in the type of torture methods he may use to get what he wants.

A meeting of the Mystical Toad Cult was called and nobody had a frickin’ clue about what to do…Honestly...Who could question the Almighty Mystical Toad? Especially an Almighty Mafia Don Mystical Toad?

The girls were stuck. Erin was terrified for her frog and didn’t know where to get thirteen pounds of deep fried flies, Ashley was poking at the spider on the wall, Danielle was wondering were the Don got his torture equipment, Shastel was chewing her fingernails, Kira was zoning out, Rocky had long since stopped screaming, and Diamond clawed the carpet while she slept.

Miles away, something was going wrong at the Suspended Animation Clinic on Lucky 13 Dr.