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"So, how do you suppose we are get to New York?" Puck asked me. "If you haven't noticed, you do live in WA, which is exactly on the opposite of where New York is." 

"If the other CBers got to New York somehow or another, so can we," I told her confidently. "I have an idea, but it's going to take some imagination."

"Ok, fine," Puck grudgingly agreed. "How does it work?" 

"Both of you need to close your eyes. I'll imagine New York, and we'll be there in a jiffy."

"How do you know?" Puck asked. "Have you ever tried this before?"

"Not really," I admitted to her. "But, it should be fun!"

Puck grumbled, "Oh great. I'm going to get lost, in who knows where, and it will be all Joan's fault."

I smiled. "Close your eyes. And, hold on!"

It took us a couple tries to get to New York. First, we landed in Camelot. Then, we landed in the middle of nowhere, until finally, we reached New York. "Now all we need to do is wait for the others to show up."

Pretty soon, other CBers started arriving.

"Look, there's Cho!" I exclaimed as a Corellian YT-1300 freighter appeared out of nowhere. Cho was sitting behind the wheel, and there was a bunch of other people in the back, some whom I assumed to be her AE's and CAPTCHA. I waved hello from where I was standing, and one of her AE's waved hello back. I think it was Pinkie PIEper. I wasn't sure.

"Let's go meet them," Puck suggested as she walked towards the plane. 

I sighed. "I'm right behind you." 

My motorcycle purred as I stopped about a mile away from the NYC entrance. "Here we are," I murmured. I'd never even been to the East Coast before, so this was a major experience. I glanced at Vixtion, who was still huddled in the sidecar. "Doing OK?" I asked her. Her head popped out of the sidecar, and I giggled. "Wtsf?" she asked, irked, but then again, she couldn't see herself. All of her sleek white fur was blown backwards like an odd hairdo, and was very messy. "Best fix that up before we see Sir Galahad," I teased. She blushed furiously red and quickly smoothed down her fur, her tail twitching. Smiling and glancing down at my hip, I picked up MewFour's Pokeball and gave him a look that asked if he was okay. He nodded, stately, but a rare smile flickered on his mouth. I replaced it and sped into New York City. 

As soon as I entered, I had the impression of a beehive. Everything was moving, and there was a constant blare of lights and sounds. My mind buzzed as I tried to intake the constant motion, so different from my sleepy suburb. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a girl in a turtleneck, jeans and boots with high-pulled chocolate hair. Besider her was a young boy dressed in armor and a playful girl with raven wings gambling around. I looked at Vixtion, then at the people all around. "Hmm... maybe we'll have to do it, Vixtion. Y'know, because not many people see pink and white foxes. Besides, it's just an illusion. Any kitsune should be able to do it," I said tesingly. Vixtion looked outraged, her jaw dropping. 

Glaring at me, she scrunched her eyes and a bright flash appeared around her. In a second, there was a smaller girl with smooth pink hair, white fox ears, and a white-and-pink spotted dress. Her eyes were dark magenta, and she glowered at me. "Myen..." she muttered. I held up my hands in mock defeat. "Ok..."

Breathing, I walked over to the CBer's, now in real life.  

If I can join...

Boing-a! Boing-a!

I wake up to find myself in a bed that isn't mine. Wait... I think. I don't have an alarm clock...  "Finally!"  Chirps an unfamiliar voice. A pale gray cat is standing on my chest, staring me in the face with sky blue eyes. "Eek!" I scream. 

Suddenly, I realize something. The pale gray cat is my CAPTCHA, Spirit-rain! I rush to my mirror. I see a half cat, half bee hybrid like the one below. I've turned into my Cricket chatterboxer, BumbleBuddy! I rush to the iPad. When I click on the Cricket chatterbox link, a little box pops up telling me to go to NYC. "Alright," I say to Spirit-rain. "Let's go." 

Lemon B~ 

I am enjoying the flying and the wind blowing back my short, wavy cropped hair. My bicycle stops soaring and starts to plummet. I scream. We  glance to the side and see the Empire State Building grow taller as we go down. A foot away from the ground the bicycle stops abruptly and topples us on to the ground. "So that is how we land," I say, "remind me never to buy one of those things again." I look around. No one seems to notice two girls and a baby hippo have fallen out of the sky on a bright red faulty bicycle. I look to my left and I see other CBers. In real life! I walk towards Abi, Owlgirl, Cho, Coconut the dog, and others. "Hi!" I call to them, "I am Lemon banana. Pleased to me-see you." I correct myself because I already sort of know them. 

Me and Spirit-rain hop into the colorful ballon. I drop the sand bags, and off we go! "This blln iiss magc. Iitt goes wrvr yyuo want." Spirit-rain informs me. "Thanks," I say. 

As we float higher, I realize I'm getting hungry. I grab my sketchbook out of my messenger bag and the pencil. "Ice cream," I write. Suddenly, an ice-cream cone appears in my paw. I take a lick. Yum. Mango. "Tukkze mu olbyr zimm?" asks Spirit-rain. "Excuse me?" I question, confused. Spirit-rain burries her head beneath her paws. "What I meant was, can I have some?" she mumbles from under her paws. I scribble down "ice cream" and a bowl of it materializes next to my CAPTCHA. "Oh," I realize. "You were speaking in Glyptian." Spirit-rain says nothing and starts eating her ice cream.

After a while, I see we've arrived at our destination. I tell the balloon to go down. We fly lower and lower. When we reach the ground, my CAPTCHA and I  hop out. I tether the balloon to a fire hydrant.