Chapter 56

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"Woah!"  Foamy gasped as they walked out of the portal.  "A beach!"  Alyssa exclaimed.  "With coconut trees and stuff!"  Jackie added.  The girls all ran around in circles on the warm, white sand, chasing each other and playing tag and weird stuff like that.  "You're it!"  "Nooo, you just touched my shirt!  That doesn't count!"  "Uh huh, I soooo got you!"  "No!"  "Yeah!"  "I'm not it!"  "You're it, you dummy!"  "No I'm not!"  "Yeah you are!"  "No I'm not!"  "Yeah.  You.  Are!"  "Ugh...fine, I'll be it!"  "Yay!"  Jimmy and Barack laughed and shook their heads.  "Sounds like they're just having the time of their lives over there."  Jimmy told Barack as they walked over to a random bar in the middle of the beach.  Barack giggled and poured himself a drink, and Jimmy did the same.  "It's a shame I have to go back to work on Monday, I would stay here for weeks on end if I could.  I think this is where I'm going on my next hiatus."  Jimmy said.  "Yeah, it's insanely nice here.  It's very tropical.  And no one else is here, it's just us."  Barack replied.  Jimmy laid down on the sand.  Barack followed suit.  They sipped their drinks and relaxed, staring out into the horizon.  "Oh, SHOOT!"  Barack stood up quickly, spilling his drink all over himself.  He ran around in circles.  Jimmy looked up at him.  "Barack, chill!  What's wrong?"  "Michelle and I missed our flight!  We were supposed to leave right after the show, and now I don't know where Michelle is, and I left Joe in charge back at the White House and that's not a good thing, and-"  Jimmy cut him off.  "Barack!  Shut up!  Relax, dude.  Deep breath in..."  Barack inhaled deeply as he was told.  "now let it out."  Barack exhaled.  "Good.  Now it's no big deal, we can figure this out.  'Cause we're smart."  Barack raised an eyebrow at Jimmy.  "Meanie.  Now go pour yourself another drink and get back down here.  Let's just have a splendid time."  Barack did as he was told.  He came back with another drink, and Jimmy patted the sand beside him.  Barack laid down and he and Jimmy went back to staring out at the horizon.  It was a beaut.  The sun was starting to go down, and by then, Jimmy and Barack were hammered.  They passed out on the sand.  The girls all went back to the sheltered jungle, not bothering to save Jimmy Fallon or the President of the United States from the nasty storm that was headed their way.  It had started to drizzle when Foamy's friends suggested that she go save her husband from getting drenched.  "Nah, he's drunk.  Serves him right."  The friends giggled and crawled into their nice, big, warm and dry little hut thingy they built out of sticks and leaves and stuff.  It was completely dark by then, and the rain was coming down hard.  They also heard occasional rumbles of thunder and saw bright flashes of lightning.  One time, Maggie thought that the lightning was an atomic bomb, so she yelled, "DUCK AND COVER!"  so everyone ducked and covered, but there wasn't actually an atomic bomb.  It was just lightning.  LOL.  Then everyone got cuddled together and went nigh night. They were all sleeping peacefully when they were awakened by hurricane force winds. "AHHHH!"  Their hut thingy was sent up in the air, swirling in the wind.  Foamy suddenly became worried about her husband and Barack. "Jimmy?!  Barack?!"  Foamy called. She went back to the beach to look for Barack and Jimmy.  Sand was swirling everywhere, screwing up Foamy's vision.  "Jimmy???"  "Barack???"  Foamy kept calling and calling for Jimmy and Barack, but they were nowhere to be found.  Suddenly, Foamy felt herself sinking into the ground.  "What the heck?"  Foamy kept sinking.  She was not sure what to do, so she gave up on trying to fight it.  She ended up in a completely different place.  She was in a dark, small room.  Foamy looked around.  She took out her phone to use as a flashlight.  And she saw many sets of yittle eyes peering back at her.  They were coming towards her... what were they?  They were getting closer...run!

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