"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

Well...I think it's probably too late to join this one. I'm already on day 7, but I'd love it if you read it anyway, even if you're not in it!

submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(February 10, 2016 - 5:25 pm)

Oh, alright :) Keep writing! :D

 

submitted by Esthelle (Es-thel-ay, age Anonymous, The New World
(February 10, 2016 - 11:43 pm)

I need more book reviews!!!!! Please, if you are in this ski lodge, tell me about a book that you hate.

submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(February 13, 2016 - 3:38 pm)

I LOVE Harry Potter but hate how they killed off so many awesome characters at the end! ;-;

~Poetic Panda 

submitted by Poetic Panda
(February 13, 2016 - 7:16 pm)

I'm going to have a bit of trouble continuing without everyone telling me their least favorite book. It doesn't have to be a book you absolutely hate! Maybe just one that's your least favorite.

submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(February 15, 2016 - 7:15 pm)

OH! Let me change my reply! I DON"T hate Little Women! But I do hate Divergent!

submitted by Booksy Owly
(February 21, 2016 - 9:34 pm)

**Esthelle, you may want to read this story from the beginning (if you haven't already) so it makes sense** 

Day 7

~Part 1~

Poetic Panda awoke feeling refreshed and hopeful. She and the farmer had discussed her plan in depth the day before, discounting a part of it and evolving another. She felt that this would be the only way to defeat their traitor. Even if she had to tell everyone her secret plan, she felt that if they worked fast enough then they could match the murderer in battle and fight fire with fire. She felt it was the right thing to do. The only way to stand a chance against the mastermind.

Suddenly, Cappy cried from his bunk-bed above Panda's, "Msng!!!"

Sure enough, his snail was gone. So was Poetic Panda's. And Shadow Dragon's. And Puck's. And everyone's. 

With a sinking feeling, the CBers all realized that they'd been robbed in the night, right underneath their noses. In the spontaneous meeting that was held in the hallway, they found that the only snail left was Sir Crusty, Turgon's snail. 

"The murderer could've smashed them all!" Sydney despaired.

"It's more likely that she added them to her army," Dragonrider guessed.

"But they're gone!" Booksy observed pointlessly. 

"Maybe we can follow the trail of slime?" Rufus suggested. Of course, there wasn't one. The only slime was the suspicious ooze on the bedrooms' doorknobs.

"Goodness, we're going to lose this battle!" Panda demoralized. Everyone looked at her in confusion. What battle? They seemed to be thinking. 

The murderer was surprised. But she knew then what Panda's plan was. It was almost too simple! Oh, Poetic Panda. If it's war you want, I'll be ready for you.

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The assistant and the farmer had prepared a lovely breakfast, but became uneasy when they heard the perturbing news. In their very old-beyond-measure minds they were thinking,

These CBers haven't been happy since...they discovered the truth about us. It's a heavy burden to bear, but they wanted to know. Actually, I'm glad that the workers came to me last night about the CBers. They had an amazing idea! After we go through with this, I think that the CBers will cheer right up!

  The farmer later told me of Poetic Panda's brilliant plan. I think it will work, and we can have peace again.

--and in the Farmer's mind--  

  The CBers are confused. I can see it in their eyes. They don't know why they're here anymore. In the backs of their heads, they're thinking, 'We can leave,' but they don't ask about it. I can't be too hopeful, but I think they want to help save the farm. Deep inside they know--I'm not sure if I'm right about this--but they know that the farm can't survive with all these evil trained animals running about. They know that the murderer is after someone--and they almost know who, too. 

  It all lines up: Lions have gone sour; the birds have turned against us. The ghosts of the others are training them underground. The snails are gone, no doubt to be trained as well. Everything is from this farm and it's turning evil. I'll be proud when the CBers pull through and figure it all out. 

  And I've been waiting for them to go to the limits of the farm. There's so much for them to see, and so little time for them to see it! I'm really going to press them out of this house today. Maybe. The CAPTCHAs or whatever they're called are so cute when they want something.

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  Poetic Panda invited Sydney and Rufus to go exploring with her later that morning. 

Many of the other CBers were interested in Dragonrider's newest app: The Movie Maker 3000. Every single AE wanted to make a movie, as did every single CAPTCHA. The only reason Panda and Sydney got Rufus to go along with them was because they convinced him that officials would watch his movie (when he least expected it) and revoke him (in person) of his right (his very important right) of eating pies. How they did it, I don't know. All I know is that Rufus dropped Dragonrider's IPad like a burning pie tin and followed the two CBettes out that front door in three seconds flat. 

Panda and Sydney shared a mischievous look as they mounted their horses.

"But, Will would protect me, right!?" The dragon AE cried as he flew out of the house. 

"Hm...I'm not sure. He can't do much as a ghost," Sydney said gravely without turning her head.

Rufus rode unnaturally close to Panda and Sydney for the rest of the way.

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"Where are we going, anyway???" He wondered after Panda had been leading them down the driveway for a mere five minutes. 

"To the woods," Sydney answered. "Right?"

"Yep. Actually, I was thinking we could go to the far end of the property," Panda informed them. "If you guys want to, of course."

"Hey, wait. What if we get lost?" Rufus worried. 

"We can leave some sort of trail. Maybe rocks. How 'bout...........Oooh, I have an idea! Hansel and Gretel would be proud of this one." Sydney smiled gleefully and cantered down to the 'small' winter garden.

submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(February 17, 2016 - 11:49 am)
...Continued...
Thirty minutes later, the exhausted trio entered the woods. Each individual carried next to them a smelly saddle--bag of rotten veggies, which they scooped with a stick and left a sticky trail behind them. It was gross, but brilliant. The CBers' only problem was staying on their horses---while one hand held a stick, the other held a nose.
The neverending woods grew thicker, thicker, and thicker still, until the CBers were forced to tie their horses to trees and walk. Rufus and Sydney had already run out of zucchini slime, and Poetic Panda had but a half a bag of rotten pumpkins. In silence the three trampled dead leaves, sticks, and the occasional thorny bush. The trees grew larger and more oddly shaped; otherwise normal bushes soon transformed into hulking, gnarly, stout trees; the oak leaves below the CBers' feet grew larger and larger until they were the size of Thanksgiving turkeys; and of course the greenery evolved into snagging vines that dangled dangerously out of tall, black pine trees as big around as cars. Suddenly, without warning, the CBers passed through a barrier. They felt tension rise, then fall, and then the strangely empty forest exploded with noise and life. They had unknowingly entered into the magical realm of the Lilium Forest. This was where the farmer sent all the forest-dwelling creatures that were harmless enough (and small enough) to live out of his magical room. 
The dense weeds instantly cleared. Lush bushes of tropical flowers grew in place of the stumpy monster bushes; the black pines changed into storybook-quality conifers; and, from what the CBers could tell, each part of this new, fresh forest had its own type of woods. A deciduous oval of forest thrived just outside of the conifer ring the CBers were in now, where a red brick abbey surrounded by a wall stood with mice, badgers, and a lone beaver milling about it. It was Redwall Abbey.
Another (larger) plot of forest stretched off into the depths of the forest; the CBers couldn't really tell where this one ended. Oak trees, scratched with clawmarks, loomed over...a clearing full of cats! A brilliant orange cat stretched himself out from under a bush. 
"It's a cat! This must be...ThunderClan, and that must be Firestar," Sydney whispered. (Actually, it was Fireheart. The oak forest the CBers were staring at was the old territory. That particular orange tom was Firestar #1. As it turns out, the Erin Hunter team [made of about four people] each wrote a few books in every series. Strangely enough, the fantasy magic works for every author...So when a different person wrote a warriors book, a different Fire____ popped into the farmer's room, along with a whole new clan.)
The tom slunk into the woods, followed by three other cats. An enormous dark tabby watched them malevolently, piercing their hindquarters with an icy, chilled glare.
"They're living out their story," Rufus breathed. The others realized he was right. Over at Redwall, a rat attacked the woodland creatures with his enormous horde, just like in the story. 
Rufus, with no warning, suddenly dashed into the Clan territories. "Come on, guys!" He yelled. "We aren't gonna just stand around gaping in one spot, are we??!!"
The two starstruck CBettes jolted their heads and followed Rufus into ThunderClan land.
They cut across camp, leaving cats yowling loudly at each other. The CBers wondered what they were saying.
~ ~ ~
  Hey look, twolegs!
  That batty old horse-twoleg-farmer must've sent them.
  Keep them away from my kits!
  Let's continue roleplaying our story, mousebrains! We're at the climax! I love this part! Except I have to die...again. Maybe Tigerclaw can change it up this time. I'm really glad we skipped "Fire and Ice". I just hated seeing Fireheart and Graystripe fight like that. Even if it was pretend...And Graystripe still had his kits and everything, so it was---
  I thought you wanted to get started! Be quiet, Brindleface!
~ ~ ~
"Meow, meow, meow," a brindled she-cat mumbled.
After peeking around the cats' camp, the three CBers traveled through the leaves once more, leaving the Clan territories and entering another story's land.
"Where do you think we are, now?" Rufus wondered. They had entered a forest that was completely still and silent. All the bird noises from ThunderClan's land had...stopped. The trees were ethereal, and...when they tried to probe deeper into them, a thick, invisible barrier held them back. Whatever was in there was off-limits to them.
The three explorers stood stock still, staring through the undetectable sheild of glass. Their mouths slightly agape, their hands hanging limply by their sides, they felt more magic pulsing through the air than they had been feeling before...It was as if the farmer let out the magic from his room and put it all there, behind the glass.
This glass would uncover many, many more mysteries. However, the glass-wall mystery was pushed aside in order to defeat the murderer...To fight fire with fire...To save the farm and the CBers, once and for all.
submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(February 19, 2016 - 9:03 am)

WOW! This is AMAZING!!! Keep up the good work because this story keeps getting better and better! I also have a feeling I'm the murderer. I would probably scare myself thinking about it, but It would still be cool.  

submitted by Dragonrider
(February 21, 2016 - 9:13 pm)

Thanks, Dragonrider! I know it's pretty long now. On my word processor where I write drafts for it, it's 82 pages already! I am totally going to turn it into a book and put it on my shelf. 

Annnnddd...as for the murderer, I'm not actually going to say who it is since I have an amazing dramatic reveal planned. I want the suspense to..."kill" you all. Too punny.

So, do you have any feelings on a book? What about a book you might have written? I really, really need to know!

submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(February 22, 2016 - 7:30 pm)

Sorry! I can't really think of many books that ever made me mad... I'll try to keep thinking!

submitted by Joss
(February 23, 2016 - 4:56 pm)

Uggh, I'm trying to think of a book that makes me mad! I'll try to think of one by the end of tomorrow. 

submitted by Dragonrider
(February 22, 2016 - 10:04 pm)

My favorite book is Midsummer's Night Dream by: William Shakespeare, if that helps at all. 

submitted by Puck
(February 23, 2016 - 6:22 pm)
Poetic Panda, Will, and Rufus trekked home after a loooooong adventure of jumping from story to story. They had so much fun annoying Cluny the Scourge's horde of rats (Rufus's idea).
Actually, the CBers found that pretty much all the stories (but not RPs, for some reason) from the Chatterbox, (Well, the ones that took place in a smallish, woodsy location), that had ever been finished each dwelled within their own small circle of forest. The CBers had fun watching their old story characters relive their glory days over and over again, even stopping to talk to their creators. By the time the sun had begun to set, the three CBers were fully adorned in souveneir clothing from every story they'd visited. (Clothing, you may ask? Why, the dress code in every story was so different that the CBers felt they just had to wear a piece of each style. Their new outfits were so...um, creative, that they were worthy of a whole new story.)
As the cheerful trio passed through the magical border while laughing and making jokes about their story characters, outfits, and the messy goop they were following home, Poetic Panda and Sydney heard a loud thunder from behind them. Rufus looked down at his own stomach in embarrassment, sheepishly smiling at the two CBettes. 
Suddenly, in a dawning horror, the three CBers stared at each other. The sun suddenly dipped deeper behind the trees, swathing them in golden sunlight. They had been gone all day! And missed lunch! Quicker than ever before, the three raced through the thinning forest and back to the house.
Meanwhile...
"Where could they be!!??" The Farmer's Assistant cried as the CBers ate dinner. All day she had been flashing between griffin and human, much to her embarassment, while she debated whether or not to rescue her 'wandering nestlings'. Finally she blurted, "Dragonrider, please can we use your Marauder's Map App???"
Dragonrider looked up at her tour guide's pained face. She could sense another 'Fit of Griffin', as Booksy would say, coming on. Nobody wanted their food getting showered with feathers again, so Dragonrider replied with a smile, "Sure. My IPad is over by the couch charging up."
Critic A looked around forlornly, thinking of something to say. Without Will next to her, she had no one to boss around. And she certainly wasn't about to correct Mortifero on her manners, who was on her other side wolfing down a lamb chop with a wolfish gleam in her eyes.
The assistant sauntered in as if all the tight pressure in her had been released. "Okay! Poetic Panda, Sydney, and Rufus are coming back from the woods now. I feel good."
With a Plop!  the farmer's assistant sat down at the end of the table. The head of the table was empty; the farmer, in a hurry, had gobbled his meal (though he never dropped a single morsel off his fork or made a mess in any way) and excused himself upstairs. He'd explained that he had some work to do...Something about 'a new story...'
Anyway, the AEs just thought he wanted to watch TV. The CBers, however, respected his choice and settled for a meal with their anxious, mushy, immortal assistant. The ugly maids-- "Hey, what happened to those pretty dancing ladies from our first day here?" Puck had said after remembering the gliding beauties from day one--had just broght in dessert when the three nestlings knocked on the door.
Spyro froze more than when he had jumped into the resort farm's pool.
Poetic Panda, decked out in a leaf hat, leather tunic, festive shorts and stripy rainbow stockings with a feather cape down her back (all worn over her usual winter wear) stepped into the toasty living room, followed by Rufus, who was adorned with bejeweled crowns (three, to be exact, all stacked on top of each other), the belt of Matthias the mouse (this was worn as a ring on his claw), an eye patch, the three CBers' saddlebags, and metal plates on his wings. Sydney had a shirt with a sewn bird on it, a scepter with a ferret wrapped around it, a royal cape, and long black boots. She carried her normal shoes in her pink-gloved hands, along with a tuft of Fireheart's fur. Moonfrost was delighted.
"Why in the world did you all put on wierd clothes?" Princess Icicle wondered. 
"Uhhh...Well, it's a long story," Panda said, seated in her spot at the dining room table. "Let me start from this morning..."
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All stuffed full of dessert, the lively explorers animatedly finished their tale. Even the overly-worried assistant found herself leaning in to better hear about the excursion. The impending doom that was surely coming towards them had been temporarily forgotten.
The Farmer would be proud that they went into the Lilium Forest, she thought, quite proud of them herself.  
As if the thought had summoned him, the farmer suddenly entered the room. He beckoned Poetic Panda over to him and the two engaged in a whispered conversation by the doorway. Poetic Panda smiled as they reached a conclusion, and then turned towards her fellow CBers. 
Nervous but excited, she cleared her throat and opened her mouth. The tension in the air sparked--nobody knew why; they just knew that things were about to get exciting...
"I think I found a solution to our problem..." Panda began, "and it all starts with looking at what the murderer is doing to us."
submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(February 24, 2016 - 10:38 am)

TOP!

Don't die, little thread! 

submitted by Spyro
(February 25, 2016 - 11:31 am)
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