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"In... the microwave?"

Tomato snatched the muffin and nibbled it down. "Mmm!" she said. "It's even better than I imagined!"

"Some sort of boring box," said Bacon with disappointment. "It doesn't look like it does anything." He scowled. "And it's not food, either."

"Uh," said Bacon nervously. "Funny you should say that..." Tomato the Tarantula scuttled around the corner and stopped at Shoe's feet, looking expectantly at the muffin.

Erif slumped. "What's the point?" He sighed again, heavily. "I tried to help, and it only made things worse."

Bacon poked the thermostat to see if anything interesting would happen. "I guess we'll see," said Bacon, looking around at the bare room. "Surely there's more than this."

There was a scuttling sound in the distance. Erif sighed and stared out a window. He seemed oddly despondent.

"Oh, is that what we're supposed to be doing?" Bacon stepped into the testing room and surveyed the scene. @TheRavenHasLanded It played the sound of a thousand metal pipes hitting concrete in rapid succession.

"Good day to you, Tem, Hem." "Ad lib time?" "Hey," said Erif, narrowing his eyes. "Didn't you try to arrest me?" It was a cha-cha train. Bacon hired a fleet of consultants to make pineapple salad. Nogard's eyes glazed over slightly at the mention of Narrators. "Ah!" said Selppaenip to Subversion. "You are a Narrator?" TP grunted. Getting captured was not on his list of things to do today. He tromped over to the Great Wizard, picked him up, and flew away. Bacon snapped his fingers and the group was teleported somewhere random. By sheer coincidence, that somewhere just so happened to be Bacon's castle. Mwahaha my evil plan is coming to fruition. Soon, all will be Bacon.

"Well, I don't think she moved." I believe they were portaled back.

"Make a call."

"You should try the phone," urged Bacon, trying unsuccessfully to keep a poker face.

"You're Margaret now," said Bacon. "For as long as I'm Silly."

Bacon folded his arms. "You are Margaret. It's your phone."

"That woman over there, with the street cart?"

"Check your pocket, Margaret." In Yes's pocket was a phone.

"Well, nobody is using my name!" Bacon stuck his tongue out at Yes. "I'm going to start calling you Margaret."

"Well, whoever they are, they probably aren't important . So I'm going to ignore them."

"So," said Bacon to Beosta, "what's the plan? Ad-lib everything?" Bacon waved a hand. "The least I can do for a fellow Narrator."

"I don't know who that is," said Bacon haughtily. "I don't know who Edma is, either."

"Hello, rock person. I don't believe we've been introduced! I'm Bacon." "Don't worry," said Bacon. "I will interact with you until you're sick of it."

"I think it is that way," said X's avatar, making a vague gesture. "Eh, that's fine, I don't think we can steer the balloon anyway." Melody sighs. "I wonder where we're going?" She smiles and looks over the side of the balloon. Hanging from the bottom of the balloon was what appeared to be a slightly smaller version of Melody. She looked up at her larger counterpart with wide eyes. "Song?" Melody said. "What are you doing here?" X's avatar peered over the side as well. "Another one?" he said, his tone somewhere between bemused and exasperated. "How many sisters do you have?" "This is the last one- at least for now!" Melody reached out a hand and helped Song up. X's avatar nodded amiably to Song as she scampered into the basket. "It is nice to meet you, Song," he said. "Nice to meet you, too!" she responded. She tilted her head curiously. "Why is your skin blue?" "I do not know," said X's avatar truthfully. "I suppose X likes the color." "Is it just me," interjected Melody, "or is the balloon dropping?" X's avatar examined the situation and concluded that the balloon was indeed losing altitude. Was it because of Song? No, she must have been hanging from the basket since they had taken off. Well, whatever the reason, it was an easy enough fix. He called the winds to buoy the balloon up- And nothing. "My, my," said a voice. "Powers failing you, huh, X?" X's avatar felt a chill run through him. That voice... the failure of his powers... that could only mean one thing. "Y," he said as a slim figure dropped lightly onto the edge of the basket. "It has been a while." "It has, hasn't it?" she replied with a smirk. "Fancy seeing you here." X's avatar frantically tried to call up wind, but Y blew it away with a wave of her hand. In the same motion, she reached down and grabbed Melody by the arm, wrenching her out of the basket. "Sorry about this," she said. "You're coming with me." With that, she backflipped off the edge of the basket and, with Melody in tow, flew off into the distance.

"What! You're not thinking of leaving, are you?"

"So," said Bacon, "are we going to bring this person of yours back?"

"Anyone else need anything?" asked Bacon.