Chapter 28

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by Photrollartophy
by Photrollartophy
                                    
                                                   "Hmm... food. Where to find food..." Barb said to herself, as she jumped across seats, stepping on people's heads.
                               "Hey!"
"Watch it!"
"What the..." the people all complained, as Barb jumped onto them.
                               Finally, she jumped onto a bald guys head, slipping on it, as she fell forewords, into his lap.

                               He looked down, seeing her.
                               "AHHHHH! What the heck are you!?" the man yelled out in fear, backing up in his seat.
                               "Uh... Queen Barb. Of the hard rock trolls," she said, as if it where obvious. 
                               He looked at her, confused, and she chuckled.
                               "Oh... I get it. You're speechless in the presence of greatness," Barb chuckled. "Don't worry... of course you can have my autograph."
                               She took out a permanent marker, and wrote her name on his bald head.
                               "Hey!" the man shouted, trying to rub it off, but it didn't go anywhere. 
"You're welcome," Barb said, proudly. "Now... I gotta get me some food. Later!"
                               She threw the marker, hitting him in the eye.
                               "Ow! My eye!" he shouted, covering his eye in pain, as Barb ran off to find food.
                               She ran to the front of the plane, opening a curtain to first class.
                               "Wow," she said, looking around in amazement. There where comfy chairs, hot towels, and most importantly... food. Lots of food.
                               "Oh baby! Now this is what I'm talkin' 'bout!" Barb shouted, running off to enjoy some freshly made chocolate chunk cookies.
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                               Meanwhile in cargo, Poppy was having a party with the released animals.
                               "Who let the dogs out!?" she sang loudly, leading the conga line with the monkey.
                               "Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!" all the dogs barked, in the tune of the song.
                               "Who let the dog's out!?"
                               "Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!"
                               "Well, the party was nice, the party was pumpin'. Yippie yi yo! And everybody havin' a ball. Yippie yi yo!" Poppy sang dancing around, as the dogs barked up a storm the birds flying around, as if doing an air show, and the skunk rummaging through suitcases to find food to eat.
                               Suddenly, a flight attendant heard all the noise coming from cargo, and went down to check it out.
                               "I tell the fellas start the name callin'. Yippie yi yo!" Poppy sang. "And the girls respond to the call. Yippie yi yo! I heard a woman shout out..."
                               The flight attendant walked in, her eyes widening, as she saw all the animals lose.
                               "Who let the animals out!?" she shouted. 
                               Poppy looked over, smiling. 
                               "Actually... it's... who let the dogs out!?" Poppy corrected, continuing the song.
                               "Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!" the dogs barked along.
                               Quickly, the flight attendant ran out, screaming.
                               "Captain! Captain!" she yelled out, running away in terror, as Poppy just continued partying with the animals.
                               "Who let the dog's out!?"
                               "Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!"
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                               "Assistance needed in cargo!" the flight attendant yelled, running down the isle, past Molly and Branch.
                               Branch poked his head out of the bag, looking at the flight attendant panicking.
                               "That can't be good..." he said, quietly. "Uh... Molly? We might have a problem."
                               Molly was still listening to her music, and couldn't hear anything going on.
                               Suddenly, Branch heard something.
                               His ear twitched, turning towards the sound.
                               "Who let the dogs out!?"
                               "Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!"
                               "Oh no... Poppy..." he sighed, covering his face with his hands. "How many times have I told you... who let the dogs out... too far..."