Friends- Chapter four

Chapter 4
Kimcy breaks her glasses


As soon as Thinacy was told the hilarious debut of why it was so funny (or, in Kimcy's opinion, bothersome, and a waste of a good plan), Thinacy groped in her pouch.  There was no dynamite left.
"A waste of three perfectly good sticks of dynamite!"   She moaned.
Chyta started laughing again.
"You used DYNAMITE?"  She  laughed.  "So THAT'S what that was.  Isn't that, like, a kind of BOMB?  You are SO FUNNY!"  More laughter.
"I dunno, she's very annoying at times," Kimcy remarked angrily.
They continued flying northwards, and they soon reached one of Cigam's beautiful beaches.
"Ah, a beach," Thinacy sighed with relief, flopping onto the warm sand.  "What do you say we... stay here for a while, Chyta?"
"Yeah, sure," Chyta said slowly.  "You go ahead and stay here while I find out who I am, why I'm here anyways, and how I was even born.  You know, parents or what." 
She started to slip away into the nearby forest, and she would have completely done so if Kimcy hadn't said, "Wait for us.  We're coming with you."
"Excuse me?"  Chyta turned around.
"She said, 'we're coming with you',"  Thinacy repeated.
"What for?"  Challenged Chyta.
"Well, you can't go alone into the-" Kimcy gulped "Forbidden Forest!  You just can't."
"Can't I?"  Chyta narrowed her eyes.
"We're about as interested as you as you're interested in yourself, for one thing," reasoned Thinacy.
"That is seriously doubted by the creature standing in front of you," Chyta muttered.
"Anyways, I've read le-"  Kimcy stopped direction mid-word.  "Well, I've heard stories " She enunciated the word carefully "about a creature like you."
"Really?"  Anyone could tell that Chyta was not really interested.  "I'm not famous to anyone but, well, my food, and Belize, and Thessper, and the monkeys, and..."
"Yeah, right."  Thinacy rolled her eyes.
"Look, I can't really even read!"
"Blah, blah blah.  Seriously Chyta, I can take a hint.  You're lying."
"Am not!"
"Am too."
"Am not!"
"Am."
"Not!'
"Am!"
"NOT!"
"Am, am, AM!"
"Not, infinity! Ha!"
"Am, infinity... plus one."
"AAAARGH!!!!!" Chyta shrieked.
"Told you so," Sighed Kimcy.  "I told you that she was annoying!"
This was going a bit too far with Chyta; her nerves were at breaking point.
"HOW CAN WE TRAVEL TOGETHER IF YOU WON"T STOP BOTHERING ME CRAZILY LIKE THIS!!!"
Chyta was almost bursting with the effort not to make Thinacy pancakes with Kimcy syrup.
"I dunno."  Thinacy shrugged inevitably.
Chyta felt like she was about to explode, when...
Rumble, rumble.
"What is that?" asked Kimcy worriedly.
"It must be my stomach," Offered Chyta. "I haven't eaten since lunch."
"Yeah, that must be it."  Thinacy moaned.  "I'm hungry, too."
There it came again...  Rumble, rumble.
"That's not my stomach," said Chyta weakly.
A large timber wolf burst out of the bushes behind them.
"Aaaah!  I HATE TIMBER WOLVES!"  Screamed Thinacy.
The wolf growled, turning to Thinacy.
"Thinacy, I don't think he took that compliment-wise!"  Kimcy shouted.
"Oops,"  Thinacy mumbled.
The timber wolf looked at Thinacy, snarling and licking his lips, probably anticipating a meal of three delicious whatever-they-ares.
"W-w-wait a second,"  gasped Thinacy, recognition flooding into her already pale blue but now paler face. "Y-you're-r-re T-Tim aren't you?"  Stuttering like she did when she was scared.
"Yes that's right, 'Dinner,'"  said the wolf.
"Hey,"  said Chyta confusedly.  "Give me a moment to comprehend all of this.  A talking timber wolf?  Three flying lionesses?  A magical island surrounded by a forcefield?   This isn't making sense."
"Do you make sense?"  Tim sneered.  "Does she ,make sense?"  (he gestured to Thinacy.)  "In fact, does anyone here make sense?  No one has to make sense do they?"
"Good point,"  Kimcy mumbled.  "Thinacy never makes sense."
"Oh do I not?"  Thinacy folded her arms.
"Guys, this whole book doesn't make sense,"  interrupted Chyta.  "Don't ruin the storyline!"
In all of the contention Tim had sneaked up behind Thinacy and probably would have eaten her if he hadn't yelled "DINNERTIME!" as he lunged.
"No it's not dinnertime," was Thinacy's response, "And I think you're going the wrong way!"
She dodged out of the way, and Tim slammed into a large boulder behind her.
Chyta had climbed up a tree, and Kimcy had dug under a large rhododendron bush.  Thinacy flew on top of the boulder.
Tim looked around, dazed.   "Where are you little brats,"  he snarled.  "I'll find you sooner or later... 'Dinner'."
If this last remark was meant to enrage Thinacy, it didn't work.  It instead made her laugh, giving away her hiding place, which was fine for Tim.
"Losing a penny and finding a nickel,"  he gloated silently.
He pounced on Kimcy's bush accidentally instead of Thinacy's boulder.
Now, as you should know, Kimcy has a very quick temper and thought this 'last remark' was directed at her.
When Tim pounced, she thought of it as proof.  
They tumbled around for a while.  
Tim realized that Kimcy wasn't Thinacy, but he knew that Kimcy was the larger and fatter of the three, and he wasn't going to give up a meal this "tasty". 
Finally, as a last resort,  Tim stole Kimcy's glasses and started running.
"YOU GET BACK HERE WITH MY GLASSES!  Oh that creep, now I can't even see him!"  She shrieked.
When Tim passed by Chyta's tree, she pounced on him and grabbed Kimcy's glasses back, rushing to Kimcy's side and returning the stolen essentials.
"Good-bye,"  she said frantically,  "excuse me for leaving so soon, but I'd rather not be eaten by a certain timber wolfish monstrosity present-!"  And with that, she rushed off, Tim on her heels.
 Kimcy rushed to Thinacy, whispering a plan in her ear.  Thinacy nodded.
Unfortunately, Kimcy's glasses fell off in the process.
"Hey, little snack, my tasty victual, will you plea-"  Tim didn't get any farther in his composition of a flattering (in an I'm-going-to-eat-you sort of way) paragraph to Chyta, who was currently being chased, because Thinacy started pounding him into the ground. 
 Of course, angering and/or humiliating Thinacy, or she witnesses you doing one to any of her friends, it can be likened to shouting in her ear with a microphone:  "Hello!  Please rearrange my face!" 
 Tim soon started dreaming of  eating tasty, delectable candies in the form of pale blue, smoky gray and creamy white flying lionesses, on a cake shaped like glasses.  Sadly, he fell on Kimcy's glasses, and they were soon smashed.
 

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