As promised, gasp Chapter 8!!!!

Posted by Indiana Jayne from klj-231-133.tm.net.my on January 13, 2000 at 21:35:35:

Hey, I hope you'll forgive me for being so slow.......:) Okay..here it is.

Chapter 8 - Indyfans just want to have fun

---by Indiana Jayne
Dead. The Forum members were all dead. Each and everyone of them were lying in Sallah's living room, sleeping. They were so still that they looked like dead bodies. Minus the occasional snoring from one or two forum members. Everyone needed a break. Either from the chase or just plain confusion about how everything ended up like this. Sallah and Indy were having a drink at the dinner table. Sallah turned to the forum members lying on the floor.
"Indy, who really are these people?" asked Sallah. Indy took a sip from his whiskey.
"I don't exactly know but they're okay," he said and then continued,"I'm going to get the box back tonight, Sallah. I need to borrow one of your horses."
"Is the box really important, Indy? I'd hate to see you risking your life again," said a worried Sallah..
"Or do you hate to see me risking one of your horses again?" Indy gave his famous half-smile. Sallah looked at Indy.
"Just make sure you bring it back in one piece." Indy laughed at Sallah's reply. Then, he took another sip.
"And, can you, in return make sure those kids don't get into any trouble?" asked Indy.
"I'll make sure they never leave the house, my friend," Sallah promised, "but how did you know Belloq will still be around? He could have left with the box even before you get there."
"Trust me. He'll be staying. I don't know why but Belloq actually needs these "future" kids because they're the only ones who know how to operate the box. I don't even know what so special about it. All I know is that it had better not fall into his or the Nazis' hands. God knows what they'll do with it."
"Indy, Indy! I come too?" asked an eager Short Round. Indy and Sallah turn to Short Round, unaware he was there.
"If he can go, I don't see why I can't," said Forum Short Round, appearing from behind Short Round. Indy looked at both of them. Sallah smiled and walked outside, leaving Indy to deal with the two excited boys.
"Ni men liang ge siao peng yo bu ke yi qu. Tai hwei sien. Wo yi ge ren qu,," replied Indy, in Chinese. Then, he joined Sallah outside in the stables. Forum Short Round looked at the cute Vietnamese boy standing next to him with a puzzled look on his face.
"What did he say?" Forum Short Round asked. Asian Short Round flashed a disappointed look
"Indy says," Asian Short Round paused but then continued, "we can't go. Too dangerous, he go alone."

----

Do you think it's easy being his twin? Always being compared by others. Sure! Everybody here gets compared too but it's just not fair. He's the smarter one, he's the better twin, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Don't I deserve some credit? Spoilsport thought bitterly and pushed himself away from the computer on his swivel chair. For a few minutes, he just sat there staring at nothing just thinking about his other half. Goodsport was good. He was bad. Everybody there was bad. He blinked once. Twice. Thrice and soon realised that there was tears in his eyes.
Why was I born into this upside-down world? Why was I made cold? Why? Spoilsport sobbed with his face buried in his hands. After a while, he looked up and picked up the pocket-sized mirror lying on the floor. He looked at himself. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen. He had spent the last few days trying to hack into the other world. He hadn't slept but his anger kept him strong. When he had finally succeeded, he hacked into the fantasy world. He had done so much. Why feel sorry for himself? He should be proud. His devious plan was going smoothly so far.
Spoilsport wiped his tears. There was a smile forming on his lips. He reached for his handphone and dialed a number. He only had to wait until the end of the first ring. He knew his friend was waiting for the call.
"The Violinist here. Spoilsport?" answered the other side of the line.
"Yeah, it's me.Get your butt here, Violinist. Get the rest too. I have just transported all of their twins to the fantasy world," Spoilsport replied.
----
Deirdre woke up to find that half of the forum was still asleep. Where was the other half? She got up to her feet and realized that it was already dark. Just then, she spotted Sallah.
"Hey, Sallah! Where are the rest?" she asked.
"They're upstairs in Indy's room admiring his clothes for some strange reason," answered Sallah. Deirdre laughed. Indy pants were almost extinct back where all of them came from. She climbed up the spiral staircase and headed for Indyís room which was the first bedroom on the left. Suddenly, a scream was heard from the room. Deirdre rushed to the door and opened it. She gasped.

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Some great stuff Jayne! I am also eager for the next chapter. [nm] the Fiddler 15:58:32 1/14/2000 (0)
Hahaha... excellent chapter, Indiana Jayne! I can't wait for Chapter 9. :) (nm) Goodsport 23:09:41 1/13/2000 (0)

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: Hey, I hope you'll forgive me for being so slow.......:) Okay..here it is.

: <h1>Chapter 8 - Indyfans just want to have fun </h1>
: ---by Indiana Jayne
: Dead. The Forum members were all dead. Each and everyone of them were lying in Sallah's living room, sleeping. They were so still that they looked like dead bodies. Minus the occasional snoring from one or two forum members. Everyone needed a break. Either from the chase or just plain confusion about how everything ended up like this. Sallah and Indy were having a drink at the dinner table. Sallah turned to the forum members lying on the floor.
: "Indy, who really are these people?" asked Sallah. Indy took a sip from his whiskey.
: "I don't exactly know but they're okay," he said and then continued,"I'm going to get the box back tonight, Sallah. I need to borrow one of your horses."
: "Is the box really important, Indy? I'd hate to see you risking your life again," said a worried Sallah..
: "Or do you hate to see me risking one of your horses again?" Indy gave his famous half-smile. Sallah looked at Indy.
: "Just make sure you bring it back in one piece." Indy laughed at Sallah's reply. Then, he took another sip.
: "And, can you, in return make sure those kids don't get into any trouble?" asked Indy.
: "I'll make sure they never leave the house, my friend," Sallah promised, "but how did you know Belloq will still be around? He could have left with the box even before you get there."
: "Trust me. He'll be staying. I don't know why but Belloq actually needs these "future" kids because they're the only ones who know how to operate the box. I don't even know what so special about it. All I know is that it had better not fall into his or the Nazis' hands. God knows what they'll do with it."
: "Indy, Indy! I come too?" asked an eager Short Round. Indy and Sallah turn to Short Round, unaware he was there.
: "If he can go, I don't see why I can't," said Forum Short Round, appearing from behind Short Round. Indy looked at both of them. Sallah smiled and walked outside, leaving Indy to deal with the two excited boys.
: "Ni men liang ge siao peng yo bu ke yi qu. Tai hwei sien. Wo yi ge ren qu,," replied Indy, in Chinese. Then, he joined Sallah outside in the stables. Forum Short Round looked at the cute Vietnamese boy standing next to him with a puzzled look on his face.
: "What did he say?" Forum Short Round asked. Asian Short Round flashed a disappointed look
: "Indy says," Asian Short Round paused but then continued, "we can't go. Too dangerous, he go alone."

: ----

: Do you think it's easy being his twin? Always being compared by others. Sure! Everybody here gets compared too but it's just not fair. He's the smarter one, he's the better twin, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Don't I deserve some credit? Spoilsport thought bitterly and pushed himself away from the computer on his swivel chair. For a few minutes, he just sat there staring at nothing just thinking about his other half. Goodsport was good. He was bad. Everybody there was bad. He blinked once. Twice. Thrice and soon realised that there was tears in his eyes. 
: Why was I born into this upside-down world? Why was I made cold? Why? Spoilsport sobbed with his face buried in his hands. After a while, he looked up and picked up the pocket-sized mirror lying on the floor. He looked at himself. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen. He had spent the last few days trying to hack into the other world. He hadn't slept but his anger kept him strong. When he had finally succeeded, he hacked into the fantasy world. He had done so much. Why feel sorry for himself? He should be proud. His devious plan was going smoothly so far. 
: Spoilsport wiped his tears. There was a smile forming on his lips. He reached for his handphone and dialed a number. He only had to wait until the end of the first ring. He knew his friend was waiting for the call.
: "The Violinist here. Spoilsport?" answered the other side of the line.
: "Yeah, it's me.Get your butt here, Violinist. Get the rest too. I have just transported all of their twins to the fantasy world," Spoilsport replied.
: ----
: Deirdre woke up to find that half of the forum was still asleep. Where was the other half? She got up to her feet and realized that it was already dark. Just then, she spotted Sallah.
: "Hey, Sallah! Where are the rest?" she asked.
: "They're upstairs in Indy's room admiring his clothes for some strange reason," answered Sallah. Deirdre laughed. Indy pants were almost extinct back where all of them came from. She climbed up the spiral staircase and headed for Indyís room which was the first bedroom on the left. Suddenly, a scream was heard from the room. Deirdre rushed to the door and opened it. She gasped.

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