We're Going For a Ride

Mythical was resting from the last few days. His tea was mint and everything seemed okay. But he, taking another peek at his book, said, "Yeah, I know you're out there." He got out of his armchair and went outside. ''Maybe they weren't out there, Mythical thought. ''Of course, everything that did happen a few days ago sapped almost all of his energy out. He fell to the ground, tired.

"Aaaaaaaaaay! Wake up, ya' bum!" A voice emitted from above. Mythical opened his eyes and saw the squat legs of an otter. "Why are you always sleeping when I find you?" The voice, of course, belonged to the War Jester.

"You're the bum!", Mythical shot back. After his years in Jamaa, he couldn't keep the Isles accent that the War Jester had decided to imitate ever since they've met. Still facing down, Mythical tried to paw at the War Jester's tiny legs.

"Aaay! Ay! Stop that!" ,War Jester paused. "Just go to my den. Alright?" Mythical wasn't so sure about this. Last time, they broke in the Sol Arcade, stole all of the plushies and were caught by the police. That terrible ordeal in jail lasted three days. The War Jester bailed them out by recycling all of the plushies and said there was no evidence they did that.

Mythical gave in, "Okay, just don't provoke the police." The War Jester, presumably left and went to it's own den. All was left to follow it. Mythical went in and saw something that really captured his eyes. A beautiful, red, shiny car! He rarely saw one. They were just so scarce. "What are you going to do with it?", Mythical couldn't help asking.

"Aah, that will be answered later. Just go in, and I'll start it." Mythical, so enchanted by the car, actually obeyed. The controls seemed so.. complicated. How would the Jester start it if he just bought it? He snapped out of his enchantment. The Jester probably couldn't even drive it! but he was already in the car, starting it. "Vroom, vroom, eh, Mythical?", the War Jester asked. But he couldn't hear the question because the sounds the car made drowned it out. "No answer. Alright. We're going!"

The car drove out of the den, and into Town Central. The War Jester found a party that was only for fabulous people. They were fabulous, so they could go. Everybody would love the new car. But first, he transformed it into a carriage, adding more to the screams of nearby Jammers. Mythical was just very confused.

(Unfinished, will be probably updated more later.)