Fan Fiction ❯ Chao Music ❯ Of Englishmen and Little Creatures ( Chapter 5 )

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A/N: Another update! Yay! I've decided to just update on Friday's, since that appears to be the best time. But it'll be late, like 8-10 o'clock Central Time. I live in Texas after all!

Reviews to respond to! Yay!

To Prince Izzy1: Sorry you thought it stunk that there were no songs. There aren't going to be songs in all of the chapters, mainly because I'll hit a wall and not be able to think of anything. This chapter will have some songs, but they're not original. They're Beatles songs! And . . . uh . . . Let's just assume that the Chao's have fingers now . . . Yeah.

To Iyou: I'm glad. I'm glad. And I will!

To Kryptic teh Foxie: Ooo . . . I'm always happy to have new characters! Just not too many . . . Uh . . .how about Kryptic is their roadie? Will that work? And that way, she could also be a little bit of a bodyguard!

And now Chapter 5!

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Chapter 5: Of Englishmen and Little Creatures

Skippy slowly opened his eyes at six o'clock on Saturday. Today was going to be a big day . . . he just couldn't remember why.

Slowly, Skippy fell out of his bed and headed towards his bedroom door, when out of the corner of his mind he saw the picture of himself on a poster.

Ever since their first and so far only album, “The Plastic Spoons” had been a huge hit. People not only wanted to listen to their music for their charming looks and cuteness, but because of the greatness in their music. People had fallen in love with the “Little Dudes with Attitude”, as they were popularly called.

Yes . . . posters, articles in magazines, and photo shoots at the most random places. Signing autographs and being followed by fans.

It was . . . cool! And pretty soon they would be touring the world. They just needed some more songs.

Where all would they go? Skippy wanted to go to Russia for some weird reason. Russia sounded cool.

Yes. Russia. And Iceland. Maybe he could meet some neato people there. And see a volcano!

Good grief! So much to think about, and Skippy had just woken up 3 minutes ago!

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Iyou stared out the window of Bus, waiting for Skippy to come out. He also hoped that Skippy hadn't forgotten he was supposed to meet him at 6 to pick up the others and drive to the airport.

Iyou sighed, looking at his watch. 5:50. He needed to take drastic measure! But, noticing how cold it was outside, placed on his crab hit before he opened the door.

(A/N: Yes. Crab hats are real things, even though I had never heard of one until Iyou emailed me.)

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Skippy poured his milk into his all time favorite cereal: Lucky Charms. After all, they were magically delicious.

As Skippy headed over to the drawer to get a spoon, he once again caught something out of the corner of his mind. There, looking into the window, was a crab. A crab about the size of his head.

Of course, upon seeing such a huge thing, Skippy . . . panicked.

“ACK!” he screamed. “GIANT CRABS ARE INVADING THE TOWN! GIANT GRABS ARE INVADING THE TOWN!” Outside, he could hear neighbors shouting at him to shut up, but he had to warn everyone. He looked outside and saw Bus sitting patiently in the driveway.

“AND THEY HIGH-JACKED BUS! THEY STOLE HIM! NO!”

It was then he saw a head come out from under the crab. Iyou's head, to be exact.

Skippy went over to the window and opened it. “Hey Iyou,” he said, as if nothing had ever happened. “Why are you here?”

Iyou slapped him. “Idiot! We're here so I can pick you up, so we can pick up the others, so that we can then go to the airport! We have to be in London by 8! And time changes over time zones!”

“Oh yeah,” said Skippy, climbing out of the window and into the yard. “Good thing we all keep some of our extra stuff in Bus, huh? I don't want to have to go back upstairs again and get everything.”

Iyou nodded as he unlocked Bus. “Climb in.”

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Julia sat impatiently at Gate 17 with her four friends. That is, the three members of the band and Ima. Alex and Iyou really had no purpose in going.

“Please do not leave any luggage behind,” said the voice over the intercom. “All lost luggage will be confiscated, and even possibly destroyed.”

“They've said that twenty times now!” said Julia, annoyed. “And how do they destroy the luggage anyway?”

Raven looked up from her “Hot Topic” magazine. “They put it in a car, drive it off a ledge while they jump out just in time. Then they take out their five millimeter and shoot the gas tank, causing it to blow up.”

“Oh,” said Julia, leaning back. “I should've known.”

Neil elbowed Raven. “If you don't know, just tell her!”

“Sodies!” came the voice of Ima, who was, indeed, carrying sodies. “Uh . . . who wanted the Pepsi?”

Skippy reached out his arm to take it. Ima gratefully handed it over.

“So . . . Ima,” began Neil, taking his Dr. Pepper. “What exactly are we doing once we reach England?”

“Well,” said Ima, taking a straw out of its wrapper and putting it in her carbonated water. “We're landing in London, and then a limo is going to drive us to a hotel in Liverpool. Then, tomorrow, we're going to Penny Lane to meet Paul and Ringo.”

(A/N: I really have no idea about England's cities, so if I got those wrong, sorry!)

“Sir Paul,” said Raven, looking up from her magazine once again. “Sir Paul McCartney.”

“Right.”

“Hey,” said Julia, opening her mouth once again. “Do Paul and Ringo even know we're Chao? Or do they think we're human?”

“I don't think they do know,” said Ima, a worried look now on her face. “I hope we don't do something stupid to think we're uncivilized or something.”

“FLIGHT 287 TO LONDON, NOW BOARDING!”

“THAT'S US!” shouted Raven, throwing her magazine to the side and standing up. “FINALLY!”

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Julia sat bored as she watched the Atlantic pass under them. She just couldn't take the stress anymore! She had to know how many basses Mr. McCartney had!

“How much longer?” she asked Ima, who was sitting next to her.

“About an hour,” she said, now also looking out the window. “I hope we have turbulence. That's always fun.”

Skippy poked his head over the seat behind them. “Not if that turbulence turns into a sudden crash.”

Julia gazed out the window some more, just in time to see a flock of bird fly by.

“Hey look! Seagulls!”

“WHAT?” panicked Skippy, also looking out the window. “HERE? THIS CLOSE TO THE ENGINE?”

“I'm starting to think you're a little afraid of flying, Skippy,” said Ima, calmly.

“Oh, you just now realized, huh?” asked Raven, who was sitting next to Skippy, and looking quite frustrated.

A flight attendant came by with a cart. “Can I get you anything to eat?” she asked, looking at the Chao.

“Yes,” said Julia, looking happily at the flight attendant. “I wish to purchase an in-flight cheeseburger Happy Meal. AND NO PICKLES! I will hurt you if I find pickles!”

The flight attendant nodded and reached into the cart, pulling out a McDonald's Happy Meal box. Julia grabbed it, opened it, pulled out the cheeseburger, and checked for pickles. She glared at the flight attendant.

“Count yourself LUCKY.”

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Skippy ran out of the airplane and into the airport, gasping with relief and excitement. He clutched his face with wide eyes.

“I'm alive,” he said to pretty much no one in particular. “I'M ALIVE!”

Raven kicked him in the shins. “Just shut up and get your rear in gear, or you're not going to be alive much longer.”

The five Chao walked down the airport to their baggage claim, and couldn't help but notice the people staring at them.

“It's like they've never seen a Chao before,” said Neil, who couldn't help but stare back at the English people. “And talk about weird. They're all drinking tea at the same time.”

“Yeah, right,” said Ima, looking around some more.

Once they got their luggage, they left for the entrance to the airport, and sure enough, there stood a limousine waiting for them. The five Chao piled in, anxious to find out how comfortable one is.

Julia bounced up and down on the leather seats. “It's so soft!” she said, motioning for Neil to sit down.

“And big,” said Raven, noticing how huge the windows and the sunroof were. “I feel like I'm in a . . . well . . . something big.”

“It shouldn't take long to get to where we're meeting Paul and Ringo,” said Ima, falling onto one of the seats as the limo started to move. “We just got to have small talk until we get there.”

“LET'S LOOK OUT THE WINDOW AND MAKE WEIRD FACES AT EVERYBODY!” shouted Julia, who was already looking out of one of the huge window. She saw an old couple, walking hand in hand. She shoved her face on the glass, making her face about twice as wide and flat. The old couple stared in shock, wondering what kind of creature had stolen the limo.

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“Wow . . .” said the band in awe as they pulled up to a huge mansion. It wasn't as big as some of the ones that they had seen on TV shows, but that was just TV, right?

The driver opened the limo door for them, and the band plus Ima piled out and looked around. Slowly walking as they continued to stare in awe, they reached the front door.

The four Chao just stood there, looking at it.

“So . . . Who's going to ring the doorbell?” asked Raven, waiting in suspense.

“Uh . . . not me. Julia should,” said Neil, looking over to the pink-haloed Chao next to him.

“Fine.” Julia reached out her arm slowly as she neared the doorbell. Then, with one gentle tap . . .

“DING DONG!”

The five Chao waited for a good 2 minutes before the door opened slowly. A man with short hair appeared, looking down in amazement.

“You're them?” he said with a heavy English accent and pointing a finger towards the Chao.

“Uh . . . yes,” said Ima, stepping in front of the man who appeared to be Ringo. “I'm Ima Goodlady, and please ignore the redundancy. I'm the manager of the band, and we're here to negotiate remixing Beatles songs?”

“Yeah, yeah, just hand on a tad.” He turned around. “'EY PAUL! THEY'RE NOT PEOPLE AT ALL! THEY'RE LITTLE ALIENS!”

“What?” asked Ima to no one in particular, wide eyed.

“Let me see, let me see,” came a milder English voice from not to far off. A man with longer hair appeared and stared down at the Chao. “Woah!” he said, freaked out. “They're like some kind of . . . things!”

“Please excuse us,” said Raven, pushing her way through and into the mansion. “But we're here for business, and . . . I WANNA PLAY RINGO'S DRUMS!”

“And I wanna play Paul's BASS!” said Julia, also pushing her way through.

“Please, don't let our appearances make you cut off the meeting,” said Ima, trying her best to ignore the stares from the British rockers. “And besides, one of us is a number one fan, and it would break her heart if you let us down.”

“Who says we were going to call off the meeting?” asked Paul as he stepped out of the way. “Come in. Come in. Can I get you anything? Tea?”

“Ooo . . .” said Julia to Raven. “We're being waited on by THE BEATLES!”

“Speaking of which,” said Raven, reaching behind her. “I have brought gifts for you, as a token of my fandom.” She pulled out two DVD boxes and handed them to The Fab Two, giggling insanely as she did.

Paul looked down at it appreciatively. “Yellow Submarine,” he said, almost with a hint of sadness. “Another one to add to the collection.” He shrugged. “Oh well! It's better it be from you than some Ex-hippie person.”

Julia nodded excitedly. “And I would've bought you a bass, but I figured you had enough.”

“Sixty,” said Paul, still looking at the DVD box. “But whatever. Shall we get to business then?”

“Yes, business,” said Ringo, leading them all to a study that had a very official looking desk inside of it. A meeting desk, in fact, and the 5 Chao and 2 people sat in various chairs, Ringo and Paul at the head of the table.

“So we understand that you are going to remix a couple of our songs,” said Paul, pulling out a contract. “What kind of songs are you preferring?”

“Well,” began Ima. “We were thinking of a little from your Sgt. Pepper album, and then maybe some random songs here and there. “Strawberry Fields Forever”, I think we thought about. And then, of course, “I am the Walrus”. Who can resist the call of the Magical Mystery Tour?”

“Not that many people I'm afraid,” said Ringo, sighing. “Anyway. Anything else?”

“Hmm . . .” said Ima, thinking hard. “A slow song, maybe, like “Across the Universe” or “Blackbird”. Anything else would probably be thought of in the studio. Is it possible to give us access to all songs?”

“Yes it is,” said Paul, reaching for a pen and writing something on the contract. “Just take this to the recording company that you're working with. They'll send a copy over to Apple Studios, and then they'll give you a grant. After that, you can record as many as you want.”

“Great!” said Ima, standing up and smiling. “Thank you very much, Beatles!”

“No problem.”

Ima began walking out of the room, Neil and Skippy following. Neil turned around, looking at Julia and Raven. “Aren't you coming?”

“We're leaving already?” asked Julia, standing up and looking sad. “But . . . we just got here!”

“Yeah!” said Raven. “Can't we just . . . I don't know . . . talk for a little while?”

“No. We need to get back as soon as we can. I want to get this album over with.”

“You're no fair!” shouted Julia as she stomped out of the room, Raven behind her. “I hate you!”

“Great. You can just kiss our contract goodbye then.”

Julia perked up. “Did I mention today is Opposite Day? You know. The day where everything you say is an opposite?”

The Chao's voices faded away, and Ringo and Paul sat there.

“Weird little aliens,” said Ringo.

“Indeed old chap,” said Paul, nodding. “Indeed.”

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Well yay! That was a fun chapter to write! Sorry if I insulted any British people. I love the Beatles, so there's my proof of innocence.