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I would say it all depends on his hairdo which funnily enough I don't think you have mentioned at all So who knows

Yep Justin,Tori and Mason if he makes it that is they all need to go and find tthemselves a very skilled vampire slayer.. I don't know about Brody being frantic it wasn't the only one that's the way I read it really really fast with a pace of urgentness to it. I loved the part where you mention about Brody getting badly sunburned if he stepped outside for a five minutes He could of maybe done that to prove himself and not go biting Mason. Go get a sunburnt tan just for a laugh But Mason yet again didn't seem to be around and when he finally is he learns about Brody the hard way This guy just doesn't catch a break does he? I half expected Justin and Tori to still not believe Brody and ask him what the heck he was doing acting crazy and biting Mason around the neck.. Funny scene that I would love to see on the show

I'm joining team Leah because she can cook me a nice meal if Ben wants to get with her

If anything I would have he would have been on Justin's side haha

I haven't seen much of Ben but from what I have seen I don't think he would be that bothered about either Brody or Phoebe

Yes he did I'm only more aware of Charlie Brown because my mum's a big fan of him

Its the little things but seeing my own name written makes me feel famous Back to the story.. Dreaming about a person who has died and getting to say what you wanted to that person that way can be a big help even if its not real. So hopefully this is what's happening with Heath next.

Not so disappointment I had two other pre scenes written to fall in with each choice in which I'm filled with disappointment haha

Are you a fan of Charlie Brown by any chance? I think that was his catchphrase haha

I will be surprised if this chapter doesn't have you all lost for words But I have noted your requested votes haha Chapter 12 Chris is falling into something very soft and wet as he lands facedown in what he hopes is only the worlds largest mud mask worse of all this watery substance he has landed in is very runny and very brown and smells like………..chocolate apparently, chocolate, really? Your chosen requests are just too kind. I was going to be much crueller but chocolate it is then. Errrrrr right…..that could be a problem given there are countless huge gaping holes of the stuff and stationed at each of these prehistoric rock pools is a long necked Brachiosaurus or if like me and you’re a bit dim and hadn’t realised that was their official name up until you watched Jurassic Park that is, and you only thought they were known as the long necked friendly dinosaur who were vegetarian I couldn’t really laugh at you too much. Well back to the story we go so grab onto your underpants knickers or even hats because this is me heading off into the unknown thanks to me turning this into a interactive type of story. As Chris realises that it’s a pond of chocolate he has fallen into he can’t quite believe it, Who would have thought that a billons of years ago before man, woman or child had even stepped on to the earth there was such a thing as smooth, creamy and luxurious melt in you mouth kind of candy known as chocolate, and how could this discovery come to exist? well hmmmmmm………talk amongst yourselves for a while, while I go consult my textbook of wacky ideas bear with…… Now on the subject of bears Matt sits bouncing Mr Bojangles the panda up and down on his knee. The bear glares back at him very sternly it has somehow managed to cross his tiny little arms. “Are you sure he likes this Evie he barely looks happy?” Matt says. “How does he look?” Evie asks as she goes about spreading a blueprint spreadsheet of plans for the school she’s helping to build out onto Irene’s kitchen table. “His looking Grizzly” Matt simply states. “Give him something to eat maybe? Evie suggests. “Like what porridge?” Mat asks. Evie glances up looking perplexed at Matt. “Matt this isn’t Goldilocks and the Three Bears you know? Porridge oh my days no here take this” Evie hands Matt a handful of raisins. Matt gazes at the tiny pieces of fruit with a profound look of fear. Surely the little panda would just bite off his fingers if he tries to feed it something so small. “Oh so did you all have a nice Timeout while my brain was buffering? Textbook consulted and dinosaur chocolate dilemma dairy milked into a bite sized piece of reality for you all Get this work of genius.. Dinosaurs, the Brachiosaurus especially, who would have guessed it in a million years that dinosaurs really loved chocolate, and why wouldn’t they? All the trees of our vastly gigantic landscape why all the trees branches were littered with low hanging cocoa beans see so simple. Brachiosaurus eat plants, and lets be honest to eat only that day in day out well that would be like eating the biggest most boring salad ever, so when a cocoa bean is there one would take it wouldn’t they? The cocoa bean would act as a sort of spice for your grassy meal. But the Brachiosaurus were allergic to cocoa beans oh yes and they would have violent episodes of runny diarrhoea, which turn the cocoa beans into blankets of creamy smoothness, and thanks to there being no pollution in the air its freshness aids the chocolate with its smells of sweetness. So there you go a history lesson for you all, dinosaurs were the inventers of chocolate of course makes sense to us all now. Well to us at least, Chris is still as baffled as ever at watching a dinosaur poo only to realise that it smelt like Cadburys chocolate bar. There are of course other brands available but as Cadburys is the best in my opinion and I haven’t bothered to have done my research of Australian chocolate brands because I’m just too lazy top do so hey least I’m honest, and soooooooooo that means as Google hasn’t told me otherwise Cadburys by far outranks everything else. Oh yes now back to the plot…. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW you little…….” “Take care of the bear Matt will you?” Evie warns. Oh Haha haha are you trying to be funny? care bear care of the bear these are barely bear puns are they Evie?” Matt says sucking at his sore slightly bitten fingers Mr Bojanges had waffled down those raisins at a greedily fast pace. “Oh stop having such a yoga Matt please” Evie says barely being able to contain her laughter. “Now what do I do with it?” Matt says holding up the baby panda. “I have a bottle of milk you could feed it” Evie hands Matt the baby bag of supplies “Oh and there’s a change of nappies in there too. You don’t want a panda messing up Irene’s floor now do we?” Matt loves Chris and everything but trust him to be the typical man and go vanishing when it comes to nappy changing time. This very moment in time Matt could have easily scratched every single discs of Chris’s Jackie Chain movie DVD collection, for the sheer motion of putting their names forward for adopting a african panda bear. What had Chris got in mind next to maybe teach it kung foo? Matt shakes his head as he places the frowning little panda down onto his little changing mat. Evie laughs at Matt’s face as he tries to work it if its even possible to put a regular nappy onto a panda in the first place. The roar comes at a deafening volume, and Chris being like the biggest toy dinosaur collector when he was younger knows exactly what dinosaur is about to burst out from amongst the cocoa bean treetops. That dinosaur is none other than a Tyrannosaurs Rex, handy then that Chris just happens to find forgotten about pieces of his own prize winning burger squashed within the linings of his trousers. Branches and brushes sway and bend and rip from their roots as the Tyrannosaur Rex crashes on through the forested enclosure. The man eating monster thunders over to where Chris is hiding within his deep chocolate puddle. Luckily Chris had also found himself some straws in the pocket which contained his namesake burger. Chris now uses one of those straws to breathe through as a sort of oxygen aid while he sinks himself down within the chocolate. The Tyrannosaurs Rex has not long ago cleared his sinuses with the help from a mass of some very large minty smelling leaves The gigantic dinosaur bends down lower and peers down into the clear chocolaty liquid. Glasses not yet having been invented the Tyrannosaurs doesn’t even batter a eyelid to the possibility that he might be very short sighted, but standing at his full on monstrous height he hadn’t noticed the small popping bubbles that are making their way to the surface from every time Chris breathes out from the straw but up close the Tyrannosaurs Rex grows ever so more the wiser. Chris feels the heat of the Tyrannosaur ‘s breath drawing ever so closer, and Chris is starting to get a bad case of brain freeze from sucking through his cold chocolate stained straw. It was now make it or break it time and Chris has to make his next daring move of strategy. Matt lays on the sofa exhausted his plonked Mr Bojangles down in front of the TV and the young panda is up close to the screen touching the glass with its paws. The bear is crying its watching a wildlife show that just happens to be about panda bears that are facing extinction. Probably not the best choice of programme made by Matt there. The baby panda much more enjoys the adventures of Paddington Bear that Evie has quickly decided that, that is a wiser choice of viewing for the young furry beast. Chris has emerged from that pool of chocolate like some wild mudslide monster from some sort of logon muggy bogged swamp and now his running, running like there’s no tomorrow. The Tyrannosaurs Rex would have been right on Chris’s heels if Chris hadn’t splashed the dinosaur right in his eyes with thick glop’s of chocolate when he had made his daring escape. Chris shouts for joy he had took on the most fierce dinosaur known in history and won, and he hadn’t even steeped on a butterfly yet and messed or changed time as of yet and all was good with the world and…. clonk Chris feels the harden wooden club whack him in the head and then there’s darkness. The dripping of the small raindrops splash onto Chris’s forehead and he awakes with a start. When his eyes open a blonde girl of what say at least thirty years old or maybe nineteen peers down at him. The girl grunts and calls the rest of her family over. A family of cave people to the great surprise of Chris. There’s a man, and woman wearing a very flowery and tight dish cloth and there’s a second young girl who is busying herself with great interest at Chris’s mobile phone that must have fallen from one of his pockets. “Me Ben” the man says coming forwards. “I is Chris” Chris replies. “This my woman Mags and daughter Zig and Cooco Pops the man gestures towards his family. Chris smiles real life cave people. Chris is just about to ask for his phone back when the time travelling watch on his waist starts to buzz and whirl and then Chris jumps forwards way into the future but to him it only seems to be a large slivery wide glassed room. Chris finds himself sitting on a chair amongst a long line of other people. Opposite them is a long line of numbered doors and from time to time people dressed as doctors exit these doors look down to their clipboards and call a person forwards handing them a rather large jar. Chris’s name is called

I wonder id Heath's going to crossover into the creepy ghost world afterlife and get to spend time with Kyle now that his smashed into that tree? You never know that could be a big help for Heath to come to terms with what has happened.

I never realised I had the powers of witchcraft haha Can't say I didn't move you with my writing Oh and become lost within the spellbinding story

Thank you for all your comments Chapter 11 It just doesn’t seem to matter the amount of stashes and over dramatic wild lunges Brody has tried. Irene Roberts, Irene Roberts of all people the person that looked so bored out of her noggin wiping tables down at that incredibly greasy fast food diner. Brody would have never guessed that she was skilled at waving what looked to be a nobly piece of tree bark around, then Brody couldn’t deny that he found her firework display quite impressive. But equally he was rather concerned when these bright wisps of fireworks started to shoot out from the tip of Irene’s wand. very strange and bizarre things started to occur almost kind of like witchcraft one could say. Brody has watched Harry Potter and funnily enough what Irene wields in her bony hand pays resemble to the likeness of ,oh lets say for argument’s sake a wand but Brody has so often told Ava his brother Justin’s daughter that magic doesn’t really exist. Well it did but only when he was in the kitchen cooking. Ava had been very strongly insisted that he was wrong. Magic was real Brody had laughed such a Looney tune motion off and moved on from the world of the wizardry world of the boy who lived, never thinking back and maybe wondering if a 7 year old girl might just be onto something? Such silly motions were meant to be shaken off weren’t they? Sadly though that can’t be as easily said about the long coiled rattle snake that has wrapped itself around Brody’s hot and sweaty body right now, Brody Morgan not a fan of warm embracing hugs really and if anything this feeling of the rattle snake’s tight grip around him is only going further to confirm his strong dislike for close human contact. Irene has been crackling all the while and Brody has to wonder as to how she isn’t experiencing like the worse sore throat ever? Like this crazy woman could laugh for the Olympic championships. She hadn’t even paused when Brody had managed to cut her face arms and stomach with the meat cleaver. Irene had just somehow managed to push on through and those cuts had just faded away shocking Brody to his very core Irene Roberts was as it turns out a very fast healer. Brody is now reaching his brink of maybe admitting defeat. These crazy women had outmatched him and worse of all invaded his lovely kitchen. Hopelessly Brody glances around to face the head of the hissing snake. The large rubbery creature had him well and truly gift wrapped with nowhere to go. “Fine ok cool I give up but please you can have your wicked way with me, but before you do. Can I have one last request? Brody asks. Irene and the other two witches stop there wand waving and smile evilly revealing yellow and blacken rotting teeth. “Request yes you may. Then we want endless supplies of pumpkin juices and if you don’t supply our coven with that delicious drink I may just turn you into a donkey because frogs and toads are soooo last century.” Irene crackles wildly causing Brody’s snake to go erect and harden (now come on yes I’m talking to you, yes you the readers of this so called masterpiece of fiction get your dirty minds out of the gutter I’m talking about the snake that’s wrapped itself around Brody and not his…. Well you know his….ripen banana… Oh never mind as you were lets continue on shall we? “Thank you oh, thank you for granting my last request. Yes, yes I have plenty of pumpkin seeds. I will keep you well and truly pumpkin headed for the rest of your lives just please can I have a gingerbread man biscuit?” Brody begs The three witches gaze around bug eyed and with great interest. Gingerbread Men you say? Maud to do remember that house you used to have the one where those lovely grandchildren came to visit you?” “How could I forget those snot nosed delights Brenda? Those little brats tried to roast me in my own oven very cheeky of them I thought Maud says shaking her head. “What were their names of those sweet peas Maud?” Brenda asks as she sniffs the air for any hint of incoming gingery. My grandchildren Hansel and Gretel Brenda I swear if I ever see them again I will stick cracker jacks rockets up their behinds and….” “Oh my Gawdfather get the condemned bearded man his flipping ginger nutted man stop with this memory lane dribble darls” Irene demands tapping her foot. “That’s the thing gingerbread does that not sit right with my inner eye? its very dangerous for us witches its like popcorn we become addicted to its manly form?” Oh yes we do like a good old fashioned ginger nut you can’t really beat them. Brenda says licking her lips. “oooooooh the smell of gingerbread Maud excitedly says clapping her hands with such delight and kind of floats over the gingerbread men cookies and sniffs deeply or rather snorts in their exotic aromas. “Irene darl would you catch a eyeful of this gingery stud muffin?” Maud hoots out very loudly and very girly Irene up until this point within her witchy existence, within the realms of this story just like a certain other very important and essential being to this story me the creator, My gum his got himself quite the challenging plot here hasn’t he? I wonder where he gets these ideas because I don’t know thank goodness I’m ooh wait a minute I’m the creator aren’t I? Soooooo…..errrr writers block anyone?.....Hmmm no Honestly you may just laugh but I do know where this story is going really, well at least I did when I started writing it but you know how it is. You enjoy a few ginger nuts and then you just throw caution to the wind and then you tend to waffle on like this… now where were we oh yes Brody in his underpants no wait… Irene, yes Irene. Up until this point in the story, she hadn’t realised that she has a rather wacko a doddle weaknesses to ginger men or for a better term gingerbread men. Soon as she sees Maud holding one out to her Irene goes weak at the knees, and her mouth starts to water gush really. Maud is right that little gingerbread man is quite the stallion. Brenda too she lunges towards the tasty looking men on their baking tray. “Errrr ladies I have got a kitchen to be getting back too. if your not going to molest me or anything and its ok you can have my last requested biscuit its no worries” Brody turns to the large and scary well less scary snake in truth they had been spooning for quite sometime now and are feeling quite bonded. Brody might just go as far as to say that now because of this experience he may consider himself a less awkward hugger. Irene, Maud and Brenda turn towards Brody and mumble something causing little pellets of doughy gingery crumbles to fly across at him. The large rattle snake drops to his feet and quickly Brody kind of half skips and jumps over the long coiled rubbery hissing creature as its seems to melt away into the depths of kitchen linoleum. It seems with the consumption of anything gingery it breaks witches concentration levels and that is a very important skill to have when you’re an evil spell casting troublesome old hag. Brody runs straight for his trousers, and next to them is his rather long and stringy elastic banded belt. Normally the belt is very handy with keeping his baggy chef trousers well above his ankles Looking at his belt now it suddenly dawns on Brody that it might just be long enough to maybe use as a whip. Ducking down ever so slightly because he still needs to be cautious here, because even though the three witches taste buds are at this very moment caught up in a gingery orgasm of a lot of sighing and moaning and looking like they just can’t get enough of Brody’s fresh gingerbread men, the crazy hags are still blasting at him with what Brody only thinks are popping fireworks. Because now would they really be a collection of some very dangerous spells that might just cause him to oh I don’t know to maybe die? The oven is still alight and burning with its amber orangey glow and the kitchen door has just swung on open, and a very grumpy looking Alf stands within the doorway glaring over at Irene with her new found man. Alf would never have thought that he would come to see the day when he would become jealous of biscuit a biscuit shaped flaming man. “Irene you flaming Shelia, now lets cut through the galahs am I going to get my flaming leg over tonight or what? A man can’t sit on his flaming tod all night you know and not feel just a tiny bit rejected I….” Alf stops short when Irene shoves the head of gingerbread man right in his flaming cake hole Irene then holds her next yummy gingerbread man high into the air where the smells starts to waft on through to the other gathered witches outside of the kitchen. Brody hears the insane yelp and the rush of feet run towards the kitchen and he thinks God no he must protect this kitchen at all costs. He grips that trouser belt ever so menacing within his iron grasped fist, and with a very impressive whoosh and a bone crackling snap sends the whipping action of his belt right into a tray of cooling gingerbread men. The force of the impact causes and sends the small tray of gingerbread fellows tumbling into the flame licking heated baking oven. Alf can swear to the great galah in the sunny sky that he can hear the stampede of advancing elephants approaching, and he best mind out of the way he thinks because this doorway to the kitchen seems to be their chosen targets and in the name of every holy that is named Hogan Alf doesn’t want to become fish food….but oh no Alf’s been knocked down and there’s crowd of charging witches piling on through the doors like a group of lemmings and all the pointy noses follow the scent of their favourite food in the whole wide world. THE GINGERBREAD MAN. “STOP YOU FOOLS” Morag bellows out but she can’t be heard over all the excitement and chaos. The coven of witches go forth the pointed noses leading them into the big fierily orangey pits of flame and with that flame comes their doomed fates. The long line of lemming following witches sizzle scream howl and pop and turn to nothing more than blubbing pus. Brody drops his belt looks to the open oven door with a startled meerkat stance and runs for the door. The chef doesn’t spot that Irene has her broomstick stuck out to trip him and that is what he does. Brody goes sailing falling into static chairs and tables as he does so. He catches sight of Tori who seems to have become engrossed with the silverware or maybe that’s a glass ball? Brody doesn’t have time to register anything much of anything other than a small green hopping creature on the ground with huge pouting lips pushed out to help in breaking his fall. First comes the fine bone structure pressing up into Brody face, and then the smooth long blond hair brushing against his face, and then the tongue starts to massage and entwine with Brody’s and then Brody realises as he pulls back for a slight intake of air, that he is indeed kissing the frog legged lover dreamboat of man the sexy Ash, and even though Tori is now gazing upon Ash and even though she’s kind of wishing that she had broken his toady spell instead of Nate’s it very much looks to her that Ash has only gotten eyes only for Brody if the noises of enjoyment of their shared kiss is anything to go by. Tori shrugs as she wanders back over to a crackling Morag who is at this moment in time is desperately in need of witch requirements, and given how cute and innocent Tori looks Morag thinks she’s just the sort of witch she might be looking for. Every innocent and quiet seeming person has a mischievous side to them do they not? Alf has been ordered to stay with the dragons while Irene Maud and Brenda go out seeking revenge for burning of their sisterhood. Irene, Maud and Brenda have come up with a dastardly dirty trick kind of schemes, and to go about achieving this evil deed the three witches dragons would easily be seen so Alf is somehow conned into babysitting with the promise of having the three women’s shared passion later on. But even without that on the bed as Alf so hopes for later on would you argue when stood next to three fire breathing dragons? Plus there was a bonus the dragons could swoop over the water for the old man and grace him with countless mouthfuls of juicy fish for him until the three witches’ returned. Alf laughs as Irene’s dragon Mick as he fly’s high then dips down low and catches the old mans first helpings of fish underneath the moonlit sky quite romantic really. The net lining curtains billow gently as Billie finishes rocking Luc in her arms all is peaceful and calm. Oh who is Billie trying to kid? Wally was still acting quite the wally down the hallway this time the crazy old man was walfing on about spin washes and did VJ realise that Chris was at this moment spinning around time like some kind of time travelling kangaroo jumping and spinning from one time period to another. Billie turns towards the bedroom window The glow from the sliver glinted moon reflects shadows of ghostly shapes inviting them into the room. There’s a sound of a distressed cat coming from outside, but instead of it coming from somewhere down below maybe under the covers of deep undergrowth it sounds to Billie as if its coming from upon high as if it’s flying through the air. Billie tip toes ever so carefully towards the sounds with Luc gently clapping while within her embrace The wind blows stronger as Billie nears the window. She wasn’t sure why it was even open VJ insisting that fresh air is good for babies’ lungs or something. Billie had only nodded and smiled at the time of VJ’s suggestion as she had to just make VJ smile. his smile was just dreamy and she loved it, so it had been window open But little did VJ know with open windows that often meant that unwanted nasty things or creatures can get in It only takes a second and the one thing that precious thing that you hold so dearly can just be whisked away and…….. “Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiile Oooooooooh Billllllllllllle darls its only Rennie here” Billie glances towards the window Irene can be heard but Billie is unsure of where from. as Billie glances upwards the window suddenly snaps and the glassed panel thunders upwards and then as quick as a flash old bony arms reach on through the opened gap and Luc is pinched right from underneath Billie’s nose. Billie screams as she sees Irene hovering within reaching distance of the opened windless space. But as Billie reaches out for Luc Irene causes the windowed glassed panel to come crashing down causing Billie to fall backwards into the room with pulsing injured reddened fingers from crushing them beneath the window panel. Billie can do nothing but watch Irene turn around on her broomstick and fly away with Luc Maud and Brenda turn and wink towards Billie who instantly starts yelling for the others Her baby daughter had been kidnapped by some very scary looking witches Chris is falling into something very soft and wet as he lands facedown in what he hopes is only the worlds largest mud mask.worse of all this watery substance he has landed in is very runny and very brown and smells like?……you decide readers come on now get interactive

It takes me hours to edit so I do try. I don't know why its not right. Never been good at it It does annoy me after all the time I take. Getting spellings right and all that fun stuff Feels like I have wasted my time. I don't always know where to put those silly commas..

Question I was wondering if the punctuation or any of editing to the chapters was bothering anyone I have been told that's not that good

Did you in your wildest dreams ever expect to find a story like this on here?

Better than being a bear with a sore head

Do Bear in mind Get it Bear as in Panda bear haha did you pick up on the clue?

Hope you all like this one Chapter 10 “Ladies, now come on the kitchen is strictly off limits Everybody knows this I’m famously known to have golden trade secrets when it comes to my cooking.” Brody says as he peers around the very wobbly cherry tomatoes balanced tower. Brody is making sure that he gently removes the tomato from the bottom of the tower. Quite like a huge jenga block, as a chef who is respected widely throughout his team of staff Brody doesn’t want to run the risk of causing that tomato tower to tumble and fall. No because then he may get spattered in tomato juice and spend the rest of the evening looking like he may have taken part in a very bloody and violent massacre. “But come now darl we have only come to gander at what’s on your specials selection for us” Irene says smiling, awhile attempting to master a supermodel cat walk. Irene had to make use out of the fishnet tights she was wearing, and she didn’t need to be a witch to know that seeing a woman in fishnets tights was one of the biggest weaknesses for men to have to deal with. Irene had learnt of such things from having to suffer through some of the very strange and frankly totally bonkers dating shows that Chris begged her to watch with him sometimes. But Brody Morgan’s mind was not one to be swayed by female swagger. No the bearded chef seemed hell bent on tossing those little red cherry bombed tomatoes as fast as his arms would allow. Irene and the other witches crackle as they sarcastically give each of the flying tomatoes looks of mocked terror. The pit within Brody’s stomach starts to knot as he comes to realise that the scary looking wart women weren’t at all backing off. The women with their pointy large hats were drawing ever so closer, and by the looks of evil intent stretched across their faces Brody feels very nervous indeed. Remembering back to when he was a child and the sheer thrill he felt at chopping at large orange carrots just like the ones Bugs Bunny liked so much. Brody hears his Mother warn him that knifes of dangerous things, do not run with them never throw or stab anyone with them. Yes they had been very wise warnings from his Mother but when a group of women who have noses so pointed that they could give Pinocchio’s a run for his money. Not to mention the wide gummy toothless mouths that some of these women had. Brody was feeling certain he was in some kind of peril here and that nice shiny gleaming meat cleaver over on the side was starting to looking inviting. Irene has reached the towering tomato block and with one huge swishing action with her warty bony hand she pops them in splattering from head to toe covering Brody in the slimy redness. Brody pops up from his crouching like a startled mole like he had just been taking part in a game of whack a mole. After some short moments of stunned silence Brody dashes across the kitchen towards the meat cleaver. Now it’s most difficult for Brody to run at the best of times, but running with nothing else on but his Bart Simpson boxer shorts leaves him feeling rather exposed, and that is why the sweaty chef chooses to safe guard his Bart Simpson boxer shorts with a somewhat ironed fisted grip. Brody wasn’t a man who considered himself at being at all good at reading the signals behind the female’s agenda of their seedy vulgar desires. But Brody thinks its wise to make sure without doubt that the elastic of his colourful underpants stay firmly fasten around his never regions. In the distance Brody can hear the musical purring of a mass of cats as they free style a very unique version of The Adams Family’s theme tune song. Never before had Brody felt such doom at hearing that song, but he was coming around to the idea that this whatever was happening here was something bigger than just your standard hen’s night gone wildly out of control. Taking up the meat cleaver Brody challenges Irene and the other witches to a showdown. Not one of those legendry ones no who would be talking about the man in his Simpsons pants in years to come Brody shudders to even think. Irene wisps her magic wand from somewhere in the depths of her cobwebby cape and points it before her attended victim. “Ooooooh look darls Brody roady wants to play. If I don’t end up blowing him to Ireland what’s say we seek ourselves a nice little potion for him to try he looks like he might need a drink” Irene crackles, as do the other women causing the sound of their laughter to sound like a very spooky choir. Outside Tori was feeling the peer pressure as the witches gather around her. Banging their broomsticks loudly in a thunderous clap against the floor as they stalk around her making their circle grow ever so more tightly. The witches are all awaiting for the instant that Tori’s lips would brush up against the tiny slimy lips of Morag’s out stretched offered toad. “I have heard that licking a toad can make you high, how about I do that instead?” Tori asks. The huddled hunchbacked group of witches all stop their entwined collective stammer of banging broomsticks and only gaze back wide eyed at Tori’s request. The silence is all Tori needs to understand that she had made a spectacle of herself and brought a huge shadow of one thought and that one thought was that she was one big wimpy chicken, and she should be well and truly ashamed of herself. Tori sighs grabs the rest of Alf’s fireball whisky, downs the bottle in one and quickly grabs the toad. Puckers up and gives it one big wet snog. The toad is surprisingly a very good kisser with his quick darting tongue actions in and out of her mouth. Then there is a bright flash and….Nate cropper stands before the mind blown Tori Morgan. That toad version’s kiss of Nate’s had been just so dazzling to the young doctor’s senses, That Tori feels like she has just followed suit with the cow and teaspoon and jumped right over the moon. Nate meanwhile looks rather frazzled, his normally well kept hair shoots off in all maddening directions his breath stinks of bugs and he feels like he is standing on well tall slits having had just been hopping around on matchstick legs of a toad for the last God knows how long. Given the writer of this story has the whole timeline of this madness all out of whack. Nate tries to speak only in the hope of perhaps breaking through the orgasmic look of awed pleasure that has washed over Tori’s expressed features. “Blah, blah, blah, ripit…… why hello there tell me do you come here often?” Nate finally manages to say as he aimlessly gazes around the room. By the looks of the dark cloaked evil glinted eyed women going about the room, Nate thinks that yes he should indeed come here much more often, and as if on impulse he pulls his doctoring Dictaphone out from his pants pocket and advises himself that he would make sure that he came here for a night on the pull. Tori open her eyes and frowns with utter repulsive horror on her face at the man standing before her. Nate very much reminds her of her Ken doll and she remembers giving that doll to Buddy and oh how that dog had enjoyed gnawing that pouncy doll’s head off before burying it in the deepest hole outside amongst the Morgan’s potted planted garden. “Now its time for a little of magical love dust” crackles the witch who stands behind Nate A pink powdered dust is flung out into the air and rains down upon Nate, then Tori witnesses the huge bulging red love hearts that elope the whiteness of his eyeballs.. “Huber, huber who’s here for chicken dinner?” Nate says staggering forwards. He soon takes Tori around the waist and that’s when his eyes pop out on their storks and then they are kissing and then…..Tori has swiped Nate’s legs from under him and now he is laying on the ground rubbing his sore bottom. “Oooooh no my God no thank you your hideous” Tori says turning. The gathered witches around her start to crackle wildly, and soon Tori joins them Nate really does look like a sad case of affairs laying at their heels rubbing his bum. “OOOOOOWWWWWWW oh man I’m hurt. I’m really, really and I mean really, really hurt my goodness I’m…” “Matt when you’re finally finished rolling around in the grass and let’s hope that’s quite soon because I can hear the sprinklers switching on, I have something to give you” “Evie is that you the sheer pain from you attacking me and gashing my face with your sharp nails has blinded me ooooh my eyes…” “Matt get up…. here” Evie says holding her hand out for him to take. “Chris said you were looking for a baby and to show that I have no hard feeling for you running away with him I would like to…..Oh but you mustn’t over feed it and it gets very overexcited if you get it wet” Evie says mysteriously “What is it a Gremlin?” Matt asks. “Don’t be silly Matt it’s a panda” Evie answers rolling her eyes at Matt’s sheer silliness. “Come again Evie I thought you just said panda” “It’s a baby panda Matt very aggressive sometimes, as you have already found out” Evie says laughing slightly as Matt checks his very tender gaping gashed bloody face caused by the panda’s claws. “Oh cheers Evie a baby panda what every ex girlfriend gives as a good will gift” “Hey it was either the panda or a brick from the school I’m helping to build in Africa at the moment” “Thanks a brick how thoughtful, but I prefer the panda I think.” Matt says nervously as he reaches for the cage The panda angrily jangles the bars. “Haha don’t you think that’s just the cutest thing ever? He jangles the bars that’s why we call him Mr Bojangles” Evie says handing Matt the cage of the bear who seems to have some very serious anger issues. “Now then Chris says I can stay until you get him potty trained” Matt looks slightly taken back. “I hope that Chris is potty trained already” “The panda bear I meant the blooming bear Matt” Matt sighs as Evie pushes passed him and then glances to Mr Bojangles. “Well I guess you can call me daddy” The panda growls in response. “NO HUNTER YOUR MUM SHE WAS REALLY WITCH, AND SHE WAS KILLED FOUR TIMES IN FACT. STONED TO DEATH BURNED AT THE STAKE. THROWN TO THE BOTTOM OF LAKEFEET STRAPPED TO A LARGE BOUDLER TO SEE IF SHE COULD FLOAT AND SHE SANK AND THEN IN RECENT YEARS SHE WAS SHOT. STUBBORN SHE IS NEVER STAYS DEAD ALWAYS RETURNS. AS ALL WITCHIES DO BUT WE WIZARDS ARE HERE TO SAFE GUARD THE EARTH FROM THEIR EVIL” Wally stops talking and turns. “Oh don’t stop the monologue on my account. But my goodness doesn’t Gandalf here like the sound of his own voice? Hi I’m Chris your time machine expert. Oooooh so is that it?” Everyone turns towards the the washing machine and then Chris jumps excitedly forwards. “Oooooh what does that knob do? “HEAVENS FORBID CHRIS DO NOT I SAY FOR THE millionth MILLIONTH TIME NOW DON’T PUSH THAT KNOB” Wally makes a praying gesture as if pleading with the seemly over excited puppy that was Chris Harrington. “Oooooh but its sooooooooooooooooooo shiny” Chris says hopping from foot to foot. “I DON’T CARE JUST STAY AWAY FROM IT” Wally instructs. “Well Olivia called Chris because she thinks he is a time machine genius and I tend to agree. Chris can quote each and every line of Back To The Future VJ adds. “That’s quite right Chris knows his time machines” Olivia says nodding along in agreement. “That’s only a washing machine though Billie says sighing it was nearly time to go and feed Luc. Wally tenses up. “CHRIS YOU’RE GOING TO PRESS THAT KNOB ALL THE SAME YOU DO IT EVERY TIME, AND EVERYONE LETS YOU BECAUSE I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO REMEMBERS BECAUSE I’M A WIZARD.” “Are you sure dad because you seem to be only a really crappy con man, who seems to think that Leah VJ’s moany mum has a magical washing machine. Don’t you think that instead of screaming like a banshee at everything that she might just go back and turn back time until she’s happy with everyone? Then there’s these watches that can rewind time by minutes or seconds their just bit of tat aren’t they?” Hunter says shrugging. “Hey Leah’s ok” Billie protests. “Yeah as long as she’s sleeping am I right VJ?” Hunter asks turning to find VJ frowning at him. “Wow you could cut the tension with a knife in here couldn’t you?” Chris says edging ever so closer to the expected washing machine. Wally soon triggers what Chris is up to and blocks him. “DON’T CHRIS PLEASE” “Oh and why’s that then?” Chris asks eyeing Wally with sheer desperation he just really wants to push that shiny knob. To Chris the need is the same as anyone who dreams of a toilet when they are dying for a wee. “BECAUSE CHRIS BY PUSHING THAT KNOB YOU HAVE TRAPPED US ALL IN A FREAKING TIME LOOP” “Oh You’re such a wally, Wally it says here above the knob rinse and repeat.” Wally fixes Chris with a look of pure pity. “YES AND THAT’S WHAT WE HAVE BEEN DOING FOR THE LAST HOUR OR SO RINSING AND REPEATING. NOW THEN AS I WAS SAYING WE ARE ALL DESTINED HERE TO BECOME WITCH HUNTERS.” “Oh no I have baby duties to be seeing too” Billie says going off to wake Luc up from her nap. WALLY SIGHS. “COMMITMENT PEOPLE PLEASE” Wally says throwing his hands up and walking away from Chris. Who dashes forward taking his chance. “Oh what’s this knob do?” Wally turns runs over to Chris and shoves him inside the washing machine. Sighing he leans back against the machine. “Hey you can’t just go throwing Chris into the washing machine. VJ go get him out” Olivia screams “Why me” “It’s your mums machine VJ” VJ wanders on over and to be honest can hardly make heads or tails of the buttons the machine is very old. “Ah open yes that says open” VJ looks back to friends just as he goes and presses the button there’s a whirling noise followed by a loud heavy splash. “Oh no guys I think I have put Chris on a main wash cycle” The door to the washing machine suddenly opens but Chris has vanished.

Well what a buzz kill that was to end Brody's night of painting the town red. Morten really knows how to end the evening on a high note It was very nice of Brody to safe guard that handbag for that girl he had just drained to near death. One can never have enough lipstick I guess even in dire times It doesn't bear thinking about but she might have the problem of having very runny makeup and then what happens you get panda eyed look. Do I win any prizes' at guessing who's going to draw the short straw in the Morgan household and be unlucky enough to become the person that Brody will spike it too? Blimey me would you look at the time I didn't realise. This is well and truly late night reading, and with that I will go and immerse myself within the depths of a darken room and become one with the night. Another great chapter

Doing your head in? Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ok then But yes its quite mad Thanks for reading

Only if you do

Yes come on release the new chapter already before my my sharpen spike loses its sparkle

Before you shout noooooooooooo Do bear in mind that this is a comedy and very silly and thought up by me

Happy Birthday have a good one If I could write a war and peace type story I would but mostly my stories are short and sweet Bit like me really or so I get told often Yes whenever you feel abit down read one of my stories they are all pretty daft haha Thank you Red and Jarile gald you are enjoying the story its funny how the most random ideas come at times when you are doing the most boring things haha