(I do not believe this! I had the whole chapter typed up, and I just click and it started deleting line by line! I was trying to copy and paste! Anyway, please enjoy.)

Carols P.O.V.

Memo to self: NEVER let Marco tell a story again, EVER again! He was right about one thing, though. Scribbles down date in a little black book I am da' shiznick! Whatever that means. Hey, what'd ya' expect from a white girl?

Anyway, the battle raged on. Both side dealt blows, took hits, retreated, gave the other side crap, lost ground and fought their hardest. Unfortunately, it was far to excitingly, awesomely amazing for our younger readers. (That's right kids, it's a conspiracy.)

Instead, we have this footage of a dancing teddy for you. Look how smoothly and calmly it moves. Not at all like this battle you're missing! Wow! You should see this! Tea and crumpet everywhere! This is one for the history books! That's where you're gonna hear about it, too. From a boring history book, instead of here with me and my friends where the action is.

Okay, looks like it's over.

The ominous figure in the distance grew larger, and I knew the truth. We were all exhausted from combat. I could barely hold up my catgirl form.

And the monster was far from dead.

Oh! Back to the teddy, quick! I'm sorry, that was totally my bad! I totally forgot about that part!

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Okay, this time I'm sure it's over.

We all surrounded the burned, blackened mass of the monsters remains.

"Sick," said Jake, shoving the magic fire-puppet sticks back into his pocket.

"My baby!" Marco yelled and started crying.

"Marco!" Taylor cried. "That thing is not our child! It is a result of your stupidity!"

He gave her a blank, stupid look and said:

"Are you saying there's a difference?"

"Not really, but that's not the point!"

"Pizza at my place!" yelled Tommy.

"I'm in!" Marco responded immediately.

"Me, too!" chimed Taylor.

"Me, three, dude!" (Jake)

"Four!" (Me)

And then we all piled into the car and drove off, Jake explaining to the government via cell phone that the monster was O.O.C.

(I know, I know. It's over! So sad! Thing is, it's not over! Yayness! It's just time for the series! It should be under the title of "The band of supernatural friends, the series!" I know, so imaginative! Look, if anybody has any ideas for something the band could do, email them to me and from that one statment I will evaluate the worth of your life and off anyone who doesn't fit into my new world order.)