"COME BACK!!!"

Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

"COME BACK!!!"

"COME BACK!!!" You cry tearfully as the dog wrenches his leash out of your hands. "COME BACK!!!" You yell again, soon realizing it's futile to yell any longer. That was your friend's uncle's friend's daughter's dog, and she had entrusted you complete care of him. You'd better start looking for him, then. As you call through the streets, you see a brown streak cross the road and head right for you! It's Marty! Except... what's that in his mouth?! It's the neighbor's cat! No, wait, it's just a cat-shaped note. Grabbing it, you unfurl it to see that it says,

Hello, person! You have been selected to come to our private farm for a relaxing, looong getaway from home. Don't bother signing in, just show up! Max visitors is 24; we'll close the gates when the quota is met. Pack your CAPTCHAs and AEs; we don't want to be bored, now do we? Just pack a few items, and your dog will show you the way! 

                Signed,

               Abigail V., Vacation Manager of the Resort Farm

P.S. We aren't responsible for any deaths, injuries, ect.

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Uh-oh. You've heard of these before. Do you want to risk it? It certainly sounds relaxing, so it may be worth it... 

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submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(November 30, 2015 - 8:36 am)

back to the Pudding's Place
"No, not killing us!!!" She yelled in horror as her friends looked at her, apalled. "I mean starting a war against us! Like, raising an army? Does that make sense?"
The CBers sighed with relief. 
"Phew, Poetic Panda, I thought you were going mad there for a second," Spyro exhaled.
Panda laughed under her breath. "Wellllllll...I did not plan that announcement to turn out like that! Heh, no I mean an army."
"Just one thing: Why are you telling us? Now the murderer knows! You could've just told the farmer and raised an army in secret and sure I'd have probably been real mad but--"
Poetic Panda interrupted Puck. "The farmer has already been making preparations for us, like salvaging a few animals from the backyard. He told me there were only a few left! Out of the hundreds living there at the beginning! This means that the murderer's army is...huge. And the reason I'm telling you this idea now is 'cause: How would it look if a few of us went in to train animals at a time, and the murderer secretly found out? I think it's better if we know  the murderer knows."
This earned many impressed nods of agreement from her fellows. Except for Gwen. She just frowned and yawned.
"So, we'll need to decide how to keep the murderer away from our army. I think we should put a lock with a keypad so no one knows the code unless we tell them, and change it every day."
  And catch the murderer in her tracks! If she sends her snails to gunk up the lock and  sneak in, we'll have a trap set for her.
~And in the murderer's mind~
  And catch me in my tracks! Why is she being so obvious if she doesn't want me to sneak in? Hah, no way! All I'm gonna do is maybe---well, no, that wouldn't work. I'll think of something... And what am I waiting for? I need to steal Turgon's egg before it hatches!
~ ~ ~
The CBers slowly drifted off to their rooms. The last sleepy CBers who retired for the night went to bed early compared to the AEs, though. They stayed up well past midnight 'planning' absurd battles and punching each other while 'practicing' their battle moves. The more relaxed AEs lounged on the couch and dozed. (Every time they moseyed over to the stairs, Mortif would grab them and drag them back to the coffee table. Turgon was the only one who could sneak up to his bed in the nursery.
``~~__~~``
Day seven: over. The CBers will have to face their greatest fear over the next few days--The realization that the only way to survive is to defeat the murderer's army and solve the clues left for them. And the fact that they may not survive to do just that...
submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(February 25, 2016 - 3:37 pm)

@Farmer's Assistant- I'm so sorry! I'm trying to think of a book that makes me really mad. I know there is one, but I can't think of it! ugh. Sorry.

submitted by Drgaonrider
(February 25, 2016 - 7:03 pm)

That's okay! Let's see...Have you written a book before? I have another idea that might work if you have.

submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(February 26, 2016 - 8:41 am)

l have, not like it was any good, but l still wrote one. 

submitted by Shadow Dragon
(February 26, 2016 - 1:35 pm)

@Farmer's Assistant, this is so amazing!! Looking forward to the next one!! :)

~Poetic Panda 

submitted by Poetic Panda
(February 26, 2016 - 1:36 pm)

THIS . . . THIS . . . IS AMAZING!!!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

THIS SHOULD BE PUBLISHED AS A REAL BOOK!

I MEAN, ITS NOT JUST A SKI LODGE WHERE PEOPLE DIE, IT ACTUALLY HAS COOL SUBPLOTS AND ADDED STUFF!!!!!!!! AND EVERYTHING IS DESCRIBED IN GREAT DETAIL!!!! AND THERE'S LOTS OF ACTION!!!!!

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I AM READING THE WHOLE THING!!!!!! 

-- 

I'm just sorry I was too late to join . . .

Also!

@Spyro/ghost of HAB: Sorry but I can't help correcting people on animal facts >.<

Dodo birds actually went extinct in the 17th century, so uhhh, that Mr. Farmer creature might have some there at the farm, because he's over a thousand years old... 

I'd like to see a dodo bird myself . . . 

submitted by The Novelist, The Secret Forest
(February 27, 2016 - 12:53 am)

And...

(gaaaaahhhh why do I constantly do this)

And dodos, until they were killed by hunters, lived with no natural predators on an island which I forgot the name of.

submitted by The Novelist, The Secret Forest
(February 27, 2016 - 1:13 am)

Thank you SO MUCH!!! When I read your post yesterday, it made my day. I'm so glad you like it!!!

submitted by Micearenice
(February 28, 2016 - 10:34 am)

A new day is coming soon!

submitted by Farmer's Assistant/, Micearenice
(February 29, 2016 - 7:40 am)
The CBers woke up...for the umpteenth time. All the night they'd tossed, turned, flipped, flopped, and, believe it or not, even rolled out of their railed bunk beds. (In The Bedroom, that wasn't much of a problem; the floors were soft, and in The Bathroom they didn't have bunk beds, so the tile floor was only a foot or two away.) Due to this, the CBers in The Dining Room were grumpiest, most bruised, and above all: most stressed. (Well, imagine sleeping with a murderer!)
The tossing and turning wasn't just normal restlesness. The CBers were confused. They were scared. Their subconsious kept trying and trying to tell them something, but it kept getting pushed back down to the bottom of their minds! In that particular morning, the CBers felt like sinking into their beds and just...slipping into a haze. But of course they couldn't do that! They were going to learn more about Poetic Panda's army idea and how to stop the murderer! 
No matter how many times they told themselves that, they couldn't cheer up. That nagging thought kept eating away at them. This was why, when an alarm suddenly rang out, they were completely caught unawares.
Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeweeeeeeeeeeeeee! Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeweeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
The CBers jolted up into sitting positions. Since when was there an alarm like that in the house? Was this a drill? 
Out of the blue, the farmer's assistant's voice screamed over the sirens, "THIS IS NOT A DRILL! REPORT TO THE LIVING ROOM/DINING ROOM AREA IMMEDIATELY! I REPEAT: THIS IS NOT A DRILL!"
The CBers flung off their covers, forgot all about their shoes, grabbed their CAPTCHAs by their arms and legs, and zoomed into the hallway.
"What is going on???" Joss yelled as the alarms continued to screech a terrible warning.
"Hah, like I should know!" Dragonrider replied.
"You heard the assistant! Get yourselves downstairs!" Turgon cried. He had just burst from The Nursery's door, egg in hand. "She's getting heavier. My egg, I mean. She's going to hatch soon--any day now!" The AE then darted down the stairs without wasting any more time. The CBers shared a brief look and ran down as fast as they could behind him. What they saw at the bottom of the stairs was very, very unexpected.
In the dining room, the long table had maps impaled with tacks laid out on it. Red lights flashed, washing the room in red light. The curtains had been pulled to, except for on one window where the farmer and his assistant stood, peering intently into the lightening morning. Their faces were frozen with horror.
"Wsgo!" Dolphin squeaked, though nobody heard her. 
"What's going on!" Princess Icicle demanded loud enough so that the two guardians pulled their heads away from the window and yanked the curtains together...Blocking whatever was out there from the CBers' view.
"We're under attack. And by nothing other than snails," the farmer said over his shoulder as he hurriedly walked over to his maps on the table. He scribbled something down in the corner of one using a pen he'd tucked behind his ear, and then he swiveled around to face the CBers. His assistant turned back to the window and continued monitoring the snails.
"Chatterboxers, I have awful news. We are being attacked by snails and you have had no military or combat training! You have little or no knowledge on how to treat a wound, and know nothing about planning strategies. Today was the day I would begin to explain our strategy for training animals and where we would be keeping them but--now you get to earn some true experience. Now listen..." here the farmer sat down on the nearest red-lit chair and lowered his voice so the CBers had to lean in closer to hear him. "If we can defeat these snails, we can seriously put a blow to the murderer's army. We will not aim to kill the snails but to catch them and then, after we are organized and you have learned a little more, attempt to re-train them to work for our purpose. Now, while carrying out the small commands my assistant and I will be giving you, keep a close eye on your peers. Do not begin to mistrust everyone, but simply take a close look at their actions. Determine for yourself if your friend is honest or hiding something..."
The CBers nodded. Suddenly, the three ugly maids (they were all wearing army clothing!) entered through the kitchen. They flipped a switch on the wall and the alarms ceased their screeching. Golden emergency lights flipped on in every room--'mood lighting', the farmer had called it; the rooms were quite dim when lit by them--and the assistant, as if on cue, went rigid and shouted, "It's time to attack!" 
submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(March 2, 2016 - 8:28 am)

TOPPITY TOPPPPPPPPPPPP

submitted by TOP TOP TOP TOP, age Top, Top
(March 2, 2016 - 9:06 am)
submitted by Top Top Top Top Top
(March 2, 2016 - 8:05 pm)

C'mon! Top!

Also I changed my mind, it's probably Dragonrider =P 

submitted by hotairballoon
(March 3, 2016 - 8:08 am)

@Farmer's Assistant- I still can't think of a book I absolutely hate, but the fifth Harry Potter really annoyed me because of Umbridge. There's also a book called Guinea Dog that really annoys me.

submitted by Dragonrider
(March 3, 2016 - 8:21 pm)

Ok...How about a book that's really sad? If you can't think of one right away then don't worry about it, though. 

submitted by Farmer's Assistant
(March 4, 2016 - 8:01 am)
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