Author A's Notes: Sup Dawgs! We're back and we brought a new chapter with us. I know it's been almost a year, but we hope you will still enjoy this new Chapter.

Author E's Notes; ON MY GOD I'M SOOOO SORRY WE TOOK SO LONG! We got distracted by other things and then school and then…anyway, you get the idea. On with the fic:

" All right " Elizabeth said excitably, " This is gonna be good! "

2 Hours Later

"This is so boring" Elizabeth groaned.

"This is worse than watching Dr. Phil" Angie moaned.

The two girls were still on the comfy theatre-style seats, though they weren't as comfortable. Popcorn was strewn about on the floor five feet below them. An empty popcorn container was on top of Angie's head like a hat. The two empty soda cups were stuck inside her shirt Madonna style. And the worst part wad she was still wearing that same pink dress. Drool was on her shirt and the two halves of her hotdog bun were stuck up her teeth like a sabertooth tiger. Elizabeth was slouching on her chair, hair in her face, and looking very much like she didn't want to be here. Jack and the rest of the entire stinking bar (literally stinking) were still going at it. Amazingly Jack hadn't been killed, yet. And while the fight was entertaining to watch, after the first 45 minutes it got boring.

"You think maybe we should break them up, or blow the world up. Or something" Elizabeth suggested to Angie.

"The All Great and Powerful Hamster Master shall entertain you" Angie replied, with a slight lisp, sounding like she was drunk.

"Uh…you feeling ok?" Elizabeth questioned.

"I am great. But first the Hamster Master requires a sugary sacrifice. Sunflower shaped cookies to be exact."

"Quick, someone get help! Angie has overdosed on extreme piraty violence!" Elizabeth shouted, although no one heard her over the roar of the fight. Thinking quickly she leapt over and grab Angie by the shirt. She shook her wildly and started repeatedly slapping her face, "You idiot! Watching 2 hours of pointless violence like that! You haven't been trained for it! Like me! I do live with two younger brothers after all!"

But she didn't slap out of it. All the repeated slappings knocked Angie out cold. She slumped forward on the stair and started snoring.

"Oh great!" Elizabeth groaned, "Now I'll have to deal with extreme boredom by myself! Good thing I trained for it." She leaned against her seat and proceeded to put her training into good use.

2 More Hours Later

The fight was still going on. Jack apparently had a supernatural gift of luck, for he still wasn't dead. Elizabeth was still bored stiff, and Angie was still out of commission, thanks to Elizabeth. But suddenly she started stirring, and finally sat up. Elizabeth, eager for something interesting to look at, turned.

"You out of it?" Elizabeth asked her.

"Fo shizzle my fizzle." She replied in a pimp accent.

"Huh…"Elizabeth arched an eyebrow at Angie.

Angie snapped her fingers and the pink dress she was wearing was replaced by a pink tall tee, baggy jeans that hung to her knees, Micheal Jordan's (untied), a HUGE gold dollar shaped medallion with diamond studs, a headband, and dark glasses. So dark that she could barely see anything.

"Angie what the HECK!" Elizabeth shrieked.

"Sup dawg" Angie replied, "What cha doin dressing like some white girl. Gotta pimp ya up"

"No way!" Elizabeth snapped.

"Whassamatta fool, you scared?" Angie taunted.

"Yes!" Elizabeth replied.

"Why not fool?" Angie said.

"Those medallions are heavy!" Elizabeth responded.

"What fool, you 'fraid you break ya neck?" Angie demanded.

"….Yes!" Elizabeth retorted as if it made perfect sense.

Angie was about to say something sarcastic and pimpish, when she realized there was a fight going on right in front of her, "Awright dawg, a fight. Let me at 'em"

"Oh no you don't!" Elizabeth tried to stop her but she couldn't stop her. However, Angie's medallion could. It was so heavy she couldn't move.

"Dang it man! Too much bling bling"

Elizabeth groaned, "That's it we're getting outta here. Jack!" She snapped her fingers and Jack appeared right in front of them. He was a bit disheveled, his hat was missing, and he had three black eyes. How he had three black eyes when he only had two eyes the girl could neither figure out nor care.

"C'mon Jack, we're going to Will's. Hopefully his godly hotness (in her mind anyway) will snap her out of it." Elizabeth snapped her fingers to go to Will's house. But just as she snapped her fingers, two random pirates hit both Elizabeth and Angie, knocking them out just as they disappeared.