From the Prettiest Flower

Chapter 7: A Wild Encounter

(OH MY GOSH WHY DID IT TAKE THIS LONG?! I am so so sorry guys!! This chapter just took longer to write for some reason, but it's finally here! While recovering from the run-in with Mr. Director, the Goodfeathers come face to face with a strange new enemy...) 

"29 BOTTLES OF NARF ON THE WALL! 29 BOTTLES OF POIT!! TAKE ONE DOWN, PASS IT ARO-"

"Pinky in the name of Spielberg, please stop singing." After 71 bottles of Narf, Poit, Troz, Zort, and the occasional Fjord, Brain was utterly sick of Pinky's singing voice. They were still monitoring the status of the Root Control 1000, with it's glow becoming brighter and brighter as they got closer to the star's location. If they kept up this speed, they'd meet up with-or even pass-the royal party soon enough!

"Sorry, Brain!" Pinky said, taking a seat on the moving platform that the machine rested on. "I can't help but sing! What else can I do? Poit?" Brain sighed, deciding that as long as it kept Pinky from breaking something important; he could tolerate Pinky's singing.

"I suppose you could keep singing... as long as you keep it QUIET."

"Hooray! 100 bottles of Troz on the wall, 100 bottles of Zort! Take one down, pass it around, 99 bottles of Narf on the wall!" This went on for sometime. However, Pinky did oblige and kept the volume fairly low. They had found a certain rhythm to their traveling, with Pinky's lighthearted singing and the soft hum of the Root Control 1000 providing the soundtrack; nothing disturbing their confidence. When suddenly, there was a series of loud noises in the distance.

"NARF!! What was THAT, Brain?!" Pinky yelled, jumping into Brain's arms. Brain listened, also noticing the noises. It sounded almost like, dynamite exploding.

"I haven't the slightest idea." Brain dropped him, Pinky landing on the ground with his goofy laugh. "It's most likely nothing. We must continue our journey, Pinky. We haven't much time to waste."

"Right-o!"

...

Everyone in the royal traveling party had fallen asleep fairly quickly, but Wakko had trouble trying to settle down. He had pretended to fall asleep to ease the worries of the older members of the party. Sitting up, he turned his gaze to Dot's tent, who had also fallen asleep pretty fast. Even though they had talked the night before, he still couldn't help but worry about her. He popped his head out of his tent, to look over at Yakko's tent. Trying to be as quiet as possible, Wakko snuck out of his tent, tiptoeing across the grounds to his older brother's tent.

"Yakko?" He whispered-yelled. Yakko stirred, sitting up slowly.

"Wakko? What are you doing up? Is everything okay?" 'There he goes again', Wakko thought. 'Going into protective older bro mode.'

"Everythin's fine." He walked over to Yakko, sitting beside him. "I'm just...worried about-"

"Dot?" Yakko finished his thought, possibly sharing the same thoughts as Wakko.

"I know she says she's doing okay, but I'm really scared that she's not." Wakko kept his eyes on the ground, thinking about his talk with Dot.

"Yeah...I understand. This whole 'flowers and magic vines' business must be hard on her, I can't imagine what it's like." Yakko felt the same way his little brother did, supportive but very concerned. "I'm worried about her too, Wak. I wish I could tell her, but she'd just shut me down, wouldn't she?"

"Yeah that's Dot." The brothers shared a hushed laugh.

"What are we gonna do once we get to the crater? Is Dot gonna...turn into a flower or something?"

"What?! Why would you say that?!" Yakko hissed.

"I don't know! We know nothing about this magic business! We could get there...and Dot could explode! Or, turn into a pineapple, or a tree! Or-"