The Magic Trio And The War of The Tribes., chapter 1
It was a dark and stormy night, and three Eskimos sat in an igloo. The first Eskimo turned to his friend, and said,
"Tell us a story, mate. And try and make is as good as last time, when we were going through that phase of being robbers."
And so the story began...
Once upon a time, after recovering from the excitement of the clash between the Magic Trio and the grammatically incorrect teenies, not to mention her experience with the friendless emo that followed it, ZR decided to move to a slightly more Northern part of England. Naturally, this made her slightly more awesome than she had been previously.
Also known as the Master Of Glitter and Drumsticks, she was enjoying relaxing on a beach in the wind and the snow with her bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale, when she was rudely interrupted by an all-too-familiar puff of green smoke. It startled her so much that she dropped her delicious Northern beverage. ZR sighed, and held up an eye-rolling smilie.
"Hi DJ," she said.
"Bok, my magic friend!" DJ replied, "What are you doing lazing around? We have work to do! And Holy Crap, is it cold here. We should get back to Croatia right away. Where's FP?"
"I don't know," replied ZR, mopping up her drink with the letter she had received from the Prime Minister thanking her for her outstanding contribution to the human race.
"Damn her!" DJ exclaimed, crossly, "She's always late!"
"Maybe she got caught up editing some stories for some website somewhere?" ZR suggested, jovially.
They both laughed. A lot.
"Oh wait," said DJ, suddenly, "Here she comes... "
In another puff of green smoke, FP emerged, looking flustered and clutching a crumpled piece of paper.
"Argh, I'm so very sorry, Boss," she apologised, frantically, "But I do have a note from my mother explaining my absence."
DJ raised his eyebrows and took the note, glancing over it briefly.
"Wait a minute," he said, "This looks suspiciously like your own handwriting, FP."
"What? What? No! Really! I was at the physiotherapist! I mean Upney tube station! I mean orthodontist!"
DJ crumpled up the note and tossed it aside. Also known as the Lord Of Wisdom and Creator of Awesomeness, he didn't have time for such shenanigans.
"Whatever. Enough stalling. We have a serious situation on our hands."
"Another one?" ZR sighed.
"Afraid so," DJ nodded, seriously, "But this one is more terrible than ever before. This one... is cold blooded war."
ZR and FP both let our sufficiently dramatic gasps.
"War!" cried FP, "But - but... between who?"
"There are two tribes," DJ told them, "They are known as the Goodies and the Baddies."
"Wow, that's handy," said ZR, brightly.
"... Yes. These two tribes used to be friends, before the Baddies betrayed the Goodies and their maturity levels plummeted to that of immature five year olds."
"Oh dear," said FP, sadly.
"And that isn't the worst of it," DJ continued, "It is rumoured that the Baddies may be planning to use weapons of mass destruction."
ZR and FP let out even more dramatic gasps.
"No!" cried FP.
"Surely not!" cried ZR.
DJ nodded.
"We shall be fighting on the side of the Goodies," he told them, "We have to take down the baddies, and free their brainwashed minions. It's going to be tough but fear not, because as always, I have a cunning plan."
"Awesome," said ZR, "But- wait a minute. Going by previous experience here, shouldn't that band, Green Day, be somehow involved?"
"Funny you should ask that-" DJ began, before he was cut off by a rustling in the bushes, nearby and four young men emerged looking rather breathless.
ZR raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry we're late!" gasped Billie Joe, thrusting a piece of paper into DJ's hands, "But we do have a note from FP's mother explaining our absence!"
"Aww, that's okay" said FP, reassuringly, patting Billie Joe on the head for longer than appeared to be necessary.
"Hey, wait a minute," frowned ZR, looking over DJ's shoulder as he read the note from FP's mother, "That looks like your handwriting, Billie Joe! And you used the wrong type of 'their'!"
"Well," winked Billie Joe, "You'll have to give me some private English lessons some time to prevent me from embarrassing myself further."
"Yes, good idea," said DJ, tossing the note aside, "Hey, wait, what's Jason White doing here all of a sudden?"
"Oh yeah," said Jason, stepping forward, "The author sends her sincerest apologies, because, first time around, she momentarily forgot that I existed. Her excuse is that two of her internet friends from some stupidly addictive website forced her to remain on msn messenger for so long that she missed two nights' sleep and went krazzie."
"Well, that's perfectly understandable," said Mike, in a very understanding voice.
"Now, let's go kick some Baddie ass!" exclaimed Tre, excitedly, "I brought some whips and chains!"
"Woah," said DJ, "I'm not coming. I'm nocturnal. Remember?"
"Dammit," said Billie Joe, "Good job there's a whole army of goodies all ready and waiting. Have you created some awesome gadgets for us?"
"Of course," smiled DJ, "Gather round."
The group moved closer as DJ revealed his new gadgets.
"First," he said, "We have the OMGCONFUSER!!!111. When aimed and fired at the enemy, this will transform parts of their team into things they are least expecting, often with humorous results."
"Sounds cool," said ZR, twirling her drumsticks around her fingers in a way she can only do in stories.
"But wait - There's more!" said DJ, in the manner of a bad QVC presenter, "We also have the OMGBIGSTABBINGDEVICE!!!!111, which is sort of self explanatory."
"Hmm," said ZR, reservedly, "I don't really agree with violence on principle. Can't we all talk this out over coffee?"
"No," said Tre, bluntly, "That would make a rubbish story. Besides, I have an entire team of crime-fighting warriors ready and waiting, with interesting special skills."
"Really?" asked DJ, "That'll help! Let's see them!"
"Okay," said Tre, "FP, magic up the Goodies, will you?"
"Of course!" smiled FP. She was, after all, Queen Of All Things Magical And Trio-Like. "Accio Goodies!"
Suddenly, amongst a puff of green smoke, a random selection of people appeared next to them, all looking rather confused.
"This is Liz," said Tre, pulling the first confused person forward, "One time, I bit her on the nose and asked her to remove my shirt. She is going to use her extensive catalogue of hot pictures of me to stun the enemy."
"Great plan," said FP, appreciatively.
"Next, we have Elana," continued Tre, picking another confused person out of the crowd, "As you can see from her shin guards, she is already prepared for battle, and is armed with the ability to talk at length regardless of the current topic of conversation, also stunning the enemy."
"Excellent," said DJ, approvingly.
"This is Julia," Tre said next, "Julia is equipped with the ability to spout random swear words and song lyrics regardless of their appropriate context. She will also stun the enemy with the filthiness of her twelve-year-old mind."
"Oooh, good one," nodded ZR, "Next?"
"Josipa," said Tre, indicating the next person in the line up, "Josipa will rely on her enthusiastic use of smilies to dupe the enemy into thinking everything is fine."
"I like it," said FP, "Anyone else?"
"Oh," said Billie Joe, as an afterthought, "This is Jon. He's only a n00b, which means he doesn't know anything and has no value whatsoever. Plus, he'll be so busy staring at me in a starstruck stupor that he won't know what's going on anyway."
"Well... does he have to come?" ZR asked, dubiously.
"Yes," said Mike, "He's a med student, so we'll need him on hand to tend to our war wounds during battle."
Jon looked excited.
"There are lots of others," Jason added, "But the author didn't want this part of the story to become long-winded and unnecessary."
"What an intelligent decision," remarked Billie Joe.
"Okay!" said DJ, "It's time to go!"
Billie Joe looked shocked.
"Woah, woah, woah!" he said, holding up his hands, "We can't leave yet! We need to make sure my hair is in the correct state of dysfunction!"
"Oh my God!" cried ZR, "I can't believe we almost forgot that! It's practically the most important thing on the agenda!"
"I know," said Billie Joe, looking rather shaken, "... . Hair straighteners?"
The trio looked up as a pair of hair straighteners was passed along the line to Billie Joe, and he started work on his hair.
"Next... hair gel!" he called.
The group hurriedly produced a tub of hair gel. Time was of the essence, after all.
"Protractor!" he called.
"Uh... what?" queried Liz.
"Billie Joe rolled his eyes as the protractor was passed to him.
"You think it can just stick up at any angle? Are you people insane?"
Billie Joe held a lock of his hair against the protractor.
"Now... seventy five degrees... hmmm... "
"Uh, look," DJ butted in, "I'm not sure this is really important right now. Your hair is fine. You should just get it to grow so that it's naturally shizzly, like mine."
BJ sighed.
"Okay, fine," he said, "I'm ready."
"Okay," said FP, conjuring up another green haze, "See you at nightfall, DJ."
"Wow, thanks, FP," said Jason, as they stepped out of the green haze at the other end, "It was really nice of you to hold on to me until I've learned to apparate by myself."
"Hey," frowned Jon, "I haven't learned to apparate yet and nobody held onto-"
FP coughed, loudly.
"Let's get the Baddies!" she shouted.
Soon after, the Goodies reached the Baddies lair, and lined up opposite them, while the two tribes glared at each other.
"They're an ugly bunch, aren't they?" FP observed.
"Yeah," Tre agreed, "But that's probably just cause they're standing opposite us."
It was a good point.
Suddenly, without warning, the Goodies came under fire.
"Aaargh!" screamed Mike, as the Goodies got down on the ground and covered their heads, "What are they firing at us?!"
"Looks like... computer viruses!" shouted FP.
"You guys are posers!" shouted a generic Baddie.
"Posers? Are we really?" asked FP, "How simply frightful!"
She was, after all, the queen of sarcasm.
"Take this, bitches!" shouted Liz, suddenly, before bombarding the Baddies with her pictures of Tre. The Baddies were momentarily stunned.
"Good job I'm so goddamn impeccable!" sighed Tre.
"Quick, now's our chance!" cried FP, suddenly, "Bring out the OMGCONFUSER!!!11!"
ZR aimed the gadget at the Baddies and fired.
"Aaargh!" screamed another generic Baddie, "Members of our army have been transformed into American pop stars! What is going on?!"
Suddenly, the leader of the Baddies spoke up.
"It's okay, it's okay," he said, calming his minions down, "We have a comeback, it's the OMGCONFUSER!!!!111"
ZR frowned.
"Wait a minute," she said, "That looks exactly like ours! Did you really think we wouldn't notice?"
"Uh... no it isn't," said a generic Baddie, looking shifty. "We made it ourselves."
The Goodies exchanged glances.
"Oh, no you didn't!" they chorused, in a rather pantomime fashion.
"Oh, yes we did!" the Baddies retorted.
"Yeah, right," said Billie Joe, crossing his arms and looking smug, "And I'm not so pretty there should be laws against me. Hand it over."
"Well," said the leader of the Baddies, "Maybe we did copy you a little... but so? Is that illegal?"
"Um... yes," said ZR, slowly, "Yes it is."
"Dammit," he whispered, throwing the weapon aside.
FP stepped forward.
"How could you?" she asked, tearfully, "We used to be friends! We used to support your tribe and recommend you to others! And you did the same to us, in a beautiful coming together of tribes who like the same music! But now you've sunk to such levels, things will never be the same, and a beautiful partnership has been lost forever!"
Everyone looked rather confused. ZR put her arm around FP in a comforting manner.
"It's okay, everyone," she whispered to the others, "It's best to just nod and smile. Sometimes she's just too Southern to understand at all."
"Okay! Enough standing around talking!" yelled Elana suddenly, for quite possibly the first time in her life, "This story needs a dramatic action climax! UNLEASH THE FURY!!!"
Suddenly, the battlefield was chaos. Swamped in glitter and green smoke, the two tribes threw everything they had at one another. FP stabbed the Baddies with the OMGBIGSTABBINGDEVICE!!112, ZR threw her drumsticks, Josipa threw her smilies, Julia threw her random swear words, etc etc etc, until eventually, the Baddies evaporated into puffs of smoke, leaving behind nothing but their brainwashed minions.
The Goodies were victorious.
"Great job Goodies!" said DJ, appearing in his usual green haze, just as the sun went down.
"It was surprisingly easy, actually," said Billie Joe, wiping the sweat from his brow, "Are you sure they had weapons of mass destruction?"
"Well, we haven't found any evidence of them yet," said DJ, "But don't worry. It's not like anyone would ever lie about something as serious as that."
"You're right, as always," ZR agreed, as Jon appeared next to Green Day with his box of medical magic tricks.
"Any of you have any war wounds?" he asked.
"Well," said FP, "Actually, I have this cut on my finger and-"
Jon turned away from the band.
"WAS I TALKING TO YOU?!"
"Thanks for rescuing us, team!" chorused the Baddies' brainwashed minions, "Your tribe is the best ever!"
"Don't thank us," said Mike, "Thank the Magic Trio."
DJ smiled.
"Another day, another of the world's problems eradicated thanks to the Magic Trio," he said.
"Go Magic Trio!" shouted Billie Joe, Tre, Mike and Jason, "Magicni trio vlada svijetom!"
FP turned to ZR, an eyebrow raised.
"Since when did Green Day speak Croatian?" she asked.
"It's fiction," whispered ZR, "Just go with it."
...
"Wow," said the Eskimo, when his friend had finished telling the story, "Was that even more random than last time?"
His friend nodded.
"Yes. Yes, I think it was."
"Tell us a story, mate. And try and make is as good as last time, when we were going through that phase of being robbers."
And so the story began...
Once upon a time, after recovering from the excitement of the clash between the Magic Trio and the grammatically incorrect teenies, not to mention her experience with the friendless emo that followed it, ZR decided to move to a slightly more Northern part of England. Naturally, this made her slightly more awesome than she had been previously.
Also known as the Master Of Glitter and Drumsticks, she was enjoying relaxing on a beach in the wind and the snow with her bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale, when she was rudely interrupted by an all-too-familiar puff of green smoke. It startled her so much that she dropped her delicious Northern beverage. ZR sighed, and held up an eye-rolling smilie.
"Hi DJ," she said.
"Bok, my magic friend!" DJ replied, "What are you doing lazing around? We have work to do! And Holy Crap, is it cold here. We should get back to Croatia right away. Where's FP?"
"I don't know," replied ZR, mopping up her drink with the letter she had received from the Prime Minister thanking her for her outstanding contribution to the human race.
"Damn her!" DJ exclaimed, crossly, "She's always late!"
"Maybe she got caught up editing some stories for some website somewhere?" ZR suggested, jovially.
They both laughed. A lot.
"Oh wait," said DJ, suddenly, "Here she comes... "
In another puff of green smoke, FP emerged, looking flustered and clutching a crumpled piece of paper.
"Argh, I'm so very sorry, Boss," she apologised, frantically, "But I do have a note from my mother explaining my absence."
DJ raised his eyebrows and took the note, glancing over it briefly.
"Wait a minute," he said, "This looks suspiciously like your own handwriting, FP."
"What? What? No! Really! I was at the physiotherapist! I mean Upney tube station! I mean orthodontist!"
DJ crumpled up the note and tossed it aside. Also known as the Lord Of Wisdom and Creator of Awesomeness, he didn't have time for such shenanigans.
"Whatever. Enough stalling. We have a serious situation on our hands."
"Another one?" ZR sighed.
"Afraid so," DJ nodded, seriously, "But this one is more terrible than ever before. This one... is cold blooded war."
ZR and FP both let our sufficiently dramatic gasps.
"War!" cried FP, "But - but... between who?"
"There are two tribes," DJ told them, "They are known as the Goodies and the Baddies."
"Wow, that's handy," said ZR, brightly.
"... Yes. These two tribes used to be friends, before the Baddies betrayed the Goodies and their maturity levels plummeted to that of immature five year olds."
"Oh dear," said FP, sadly.
"And that isn't the worst of it," DJ continued, "It is rumoured that the Baddies may be planning to use weapons of mass destruction."
ZR and FP let out even more dramatic gasps.
"No!" cried FP.
"Surely not!" cried ZR.
DJ nodded.
"We shall be fighting on the side of the Goodies," he told them, "We have to take down the baddies, and free their brainwashed minions. It's going to be tough but fear not, because as always, I have a cunning plan."
"Awesome," said ZR, "But- wait a minute. Going by previous experience here, shouldn't that band, Green Day, be somehow involved?"
"Funny you should ask that-" DJ began, before he was cut off by a rustling in the bushes, nearby and four young men emerged looking rather breathless.
ZR raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry we're late!" gasped Billie Joe, thrusting a piece of paper into DJ's hands, "But we do have a note from FP's mother explaining our absence!"
"Aww, that's okay" said FP, reassuringly, patting Billie Joe on the head for longer than appeared to be necessary.
"Hey, wait a minute," frowned ZR, looking over DJ's shoulder as he read the note from FP's mother, "That looks like your handwriting, Billie Joe! And you used the wrong type of 'their'!"
"Well," winked Billie Joe, "You'll have to give me some private English lessons some time to prevent me from embarrassing myself further."
"Yes, good idea," said DJ, tossing the note aside, "Hey, wait, what's Jason White doing here all of a sudden?"
"Oh yeah," said Jason, stepping forward, "The author sends her sincerest apologies, because, first time around, she momentarily forgot that I existed. Her excuse is that two of her internet friends from some stupidly addictive website forced her to remain on msn messenger for so long that she missed two nights' sleep and went krazzie."
"Well, that's perfectly understandable," said Mike, in a very understanding voice.
"Now, let's go kick some Baddie ass!" exclaimed Tre, excitedly, "I brought some whips and chains!"
"Woah," said DJ, "I'm not coming. I'm nocturnal. Remember?"
"Dammit," said Billie Joe, "Good job there's a whole army of goodies all ready and waiting. Have you created some awesome gadgets for us?"
"Of course," smiled DJ, "Gather round."
The group moved closer as DJ revealed his new gadgets.
"First," he said, "We have the OMGCONFUSER!!!111. When aimed and fired at the enemy, this will transform parts of their team into things they are least expecting, often with humorous results."
"Sounds cool," said ZR, twirling her drumsticks around her fingers in a way she can only do in stories.
"But wait - There's more!" said DJ, in the manner of a bad QVC presenter, "We also have the OMGBIGSTABBINGDEVICE!!!!111, which is sort of self explanatory."
"Hmm," said ZR, reservedly, "I don't really agree with violence on principle. Can't we all talk this out over coffee?"
"No," said Tre, bluntly, "That would make a rubbish story. Besides, I have an entire team of crime-fighting warriors ready and waiting, with interesting special skills."
"Really?" asked DJ, "That'll help! Let's see them!"
"Okay," said Tre, "FP, magic up the Goodies, will you?"
"Of course!" smiled FP. She was, after all, Queen Of All Things Magical And Trio-Like. "Accio Goodies!"
Suddenly, amongst a puff of green smoke, a random selection of people appeared next to them, all looking rather confused.
"This is Liz," said Tre, pulling the first confused person forward, "One time, I bit her on the nose and asked her to remove my shirt. She is going to use her extensive catalogue of hot pictures of me to stun the enemy."
"Great plan," said FP, appreciatively.
"Next, we have Elana," continued Tre, picking another confused person out of the crowd, "As you can see from her shin guards, she is already prepared for battle, and is armed with the ability to talk at length regardless of the current topic of conversation, also stunning the enemy."
"Excellent," said DJ, approvingly.
"This is Julia," Tre said next, "Julia is equipped with the ability to spout random swear words and song lyrics regardless of their appropriate context. She will also stun the enemy with the filthiness of her twelve-year-old mind."
"Oooh, good one," nodded ZR, "Next?"
"Josipa," said Tre, indicating the next person in the line up, "Josipa will rely on her enthusiastic use of smilies to dupe the enemy into thinking everything is fine."
"I like it," said FP, "Anyone else?"
"Oh," said Billie Joe, as an afterthought, "This is Jon. He's only a n00b, which means he doesn't know anything and has no value whatsoever. Plus, he'll be so busy staring at me in a starstruck stupor that he won't know what's going on anyway."
"Well... does he have to come?" ZR asked, dubiously.
"Yes," said Mike, "He's a med student, so we'll need him on hand to tend to our war wounds during battle."
Jon looked excited.
"There are lots of others," Jason added, "But the author didn't want this part of the story to become long-winded and unnecessary."
"What an intelligent decision," remarked Billie Joe.
"Okay!" said DJ, "It's time to go!"
Billie Joe looked shocked.
"Woah, woah, woah!" he said, holding up his hands, "We can't leave yet! We need to make sure my hair is in the correct state of dysfunction!"
"Oh my God!" cried ZR, "I can't believe we almost forgot that! It's practically the most important thing on the agenda!"
"I know," said Billie Joe, looking rather shaken, "... . Hair straighteners?"
The trio looked up as a pair of hair straighteners was passed along the line to Billie Joe, and he started work on his hair.
"Next... hair gel!" he called.
The group hurriedly produced a tub of hair gel. Time was of the essence, after all.
"Protractor!" he called.
"Uh... what?" queried Liz.
"Billie Joe rolled his eyes as the protractor was passed to him.
"You think it can just stick up at any angle? Are you people insane?"
Billie Joe held a lock of his hair against the protractor.
"Now... seventy five degrees... hmmm... "
"Uh, look," DJ butted in, "I'm not sure this is really important right now. Your hair is fine. You should just get it to grow so that it's naturally shizzly, like mine."
BJ sighed.
"Okay, fine," he said, "I'm ready."
"Okay," said FP, conjuring up another green haze, "See you at nightfall, DJ."
"Wow, thanks, FP," said Jason, as they stepped out of the green haze at the other end, "It was really nice of you to hold on to me until I've learned to apparate by myself."
"Hey," frowned Jon, "I haven't learned to apparate yet and nobody held onto-"
FP coughed, loudly.
"Let's get the Baddies!" she shouted.
Soon after, the Goodies reached the Baddies lair, and lined up opposite them, while the two tribes glared at each other.
"They're an ugly bunch, aren't they?" FP observed.
"Yeah," Tre agreed, "But that's probably just cause they're standing opposite us."
It was a good point.
Suddenly, without warning, the Goodies came under fire.
"Aaargh!" screamed Mike, as the Goodies got down on the ground and covered their heads, "What are they firing at us?!"
"Looks like... computer viruses!" shouted FP.
"You guys are posers!" shouted a generic Baddie.
"Posers? Are we really?" asked FP, "How simply frightful!"
She was, after all, the queen of sarcasm.
"Take this, bitches!" shouted Liz, suddenly, before bombarding the Baddies with her pictures of Tre. The Baddies were momentarily stunned.
"Good job I'm so goddamn impeccable!" sighed Tre.
"Quick, now's our chance!" cried FP, suddenly, "Bring out the OMGCONFUSER!!!11!"
ZR aimed the gadget at the Baddies and fired.
"Aaargh!" screamed another generic Baddie, "Members of our army have been transformed into American pop stars! What is going on?!"
Suddenly, the leader of the Baddies spoke up.
"It's okay, it's okay," he said, calming his minions down, "We have a comeback, it's the OMGCONFUSER!!!!111"
ZR frowned.
"Wait a minute," she said, "That looks exactly like ours! Did you really think we wouldn't notice?"
"Uh... no it isn't," said a generic Baddie, looking shifty. "We made it ourselves."
The Goodies exchanged glances.
"Oh, no you didn't!" they chorused, in a rather pantomime fashion.
"Oh, yes we did!" the Baddies retorted.
"Yeah, right," said Billie Joe, crossing his arms and looking smug, "And I'm not so pretty there should be laws against me. Hand it over."
"Well," said the leader of the Baddies, "Maybe we did copy you a little... but so? Is that illegal?"
"Um... yes," said ZR, slowly, "Yes it is."
"Dammit," he whispered, throwing the weapon aside.
FP stepped forward.
"How could you?" she asked, tearfully, "We used to be friends! We used to support your tribe and recommend you to others! And you did the same to us, in a beautiful coming together of tribes who like the same music! But now you've sunk to such levels, things will never be the same, and a beautiful partnership has been lost forever!"
Everyone looked rather confused. ZR put her arm around FP in a comforting manner.
"It's okay, everyone," she whispered to the others, "It's best to just nod and smile. Sometimes she's just too Southern to understand at all."
"Okay! Enough standing around talking!" yelled Elana suddenly, for quite possibly the first time in her life, "This story needs a dramatic action climax! UNLEASH THE FURY!!!"
Suddenly, the battlefield was chaos. Swamped in glitter and green smoke, the two tribes threw everything they had at one another. FP stabbed the Baddies with the OMGBIGSTABBINGDEVICE!!112, ZR threw her drumsticks, Josipa threw her smilies, Julia threw her random swear words, etc etc etc, until eventually, the Baddies evaporated into puffs of smoke, leaving behind nothing but their brainwashed minions.
The Goodies were victorious.
"Great job Goodies!" said DJ, appearing in his usual green haze, just as the sun went down.
"It was surprisingly easy, actually," said Billie Joe, wiping the sweat from his brow, "Are you sure they had weapons of mass destruction?"
"Well, we haven't found any evidence of them yet," said DJ, "But don't worry. It's not like anyone would ever lie about something as serious as that."
"You're right, as always," ZR agreed, as Jon appeared next to Green Day with his box of medical magic tricks.
"Any of you have any war wounds?" he asked.
"Well," said FP, "Actually, I have this cut on my finger and-"
Jon turned away from the band.
"WAS I TALKING TO YOU?!"
"Thanks for rescuing us, team!" chorused the Baddies' brainwashed minions, "Your tribe is the best ever!"
"Don't thank us," said Mike, "Thank the Magic Trio."
DJ smiled.
"Another day, another of the world's problems eradicated thanks to the Magic Trio," he said.
"Go Magic Trio!" shouted Billie Joe, Tre, Mike and Jason, "Magicni trio vlada svijetom!"
FP turned to ZR, an eyebrow raised.
"Since when did Green Day speak Croatian?" she asked.
"It's fiction," whispered ZR, "Just go with it."
...
"Wow," said the Eskimo, when his friend had finished telling the story, "Was that even more random than last time?"
His friend nodded.
"Yes. Yes, I think it was."
