I apologise in advance
It was a chilly winter's day in the Cantina, because the Brits had brought their little thunder clouds in with them, and the Aussie had somehow managed to break the climate control system. Fen, looking bruised and battered, wandered in, searching under the bar and around the Cantina as if she was missing something.
"Fen!" Raventongue, who had been surveying the Cantina's veggie patches, wandered over. "What are you looking for?"
"My horse." Fen frowned at the glasses, hanging above the bar, then looked around the Cantina. "Where is everyone? I need to ask if they've seen him. And possibly get Jallences to help catch him."
Raventongue shrugged. "I think Shuemais and 10 went off to see if they could find some new pants for Ace. They seem to be the responsible ones around here. Everytime he takes them off, the pants seem to dissappear.
A sheep, chewing on a pair of jeans, popped it's head around the bar. A riding bridle also hung from it's mouth.
Both Raventongue and Fen looked at each other, and at the sheep. It seemed to be wearing a sweater made out of smibble fur.
"That's my horse's bridle!"
"That's Ace's pants!"
Both of them charged after the sheep, who turned and ran, jumping over smibbles and around the celebrity vault that kept the Avengers and the Firefly cast inside for safe keeping.
Fen rounded the corner first, and was there just in time to see the sheep bleat, and jump down a rabbit hole.
"What the..." Ignoring Raventongue's cry of horror, Fen gathered momentum, and dived down after the sheep.
Darkness engulfed her.
When she woke up, it was to a view of the sheep, munching away and finally gulping down the last leg of the pants and the bridle. It baaa-ed once in Fen's face, and then ran away, grinning.
A random sparkling unicorn flew by in an awful hurry, and Fen frowned at it. Something was off. Here. For one..
She looked down at herself. She was pretty sure last time she looked, she hadn't been a horse.
"Hey!" She tried to speak, but all that came out was a whiny. Looking around, she saw the Cantina's bar, as if she'd never left it. But instead of the magic filling glasses, there was a barkeeper - a blond boy with incredibly dark eyes who looked nowhere near old enough to be near a bar.
"What is going on," She thought, and then clip-clopped over to where what looked like a group of smibbles. They were seated at the bar, ordering drinks from the barkeep. The barkeep looked up, and his eyes widened. A minute later, the smibbles looked up too, their eyes glowing, teeth showing.
"Foooooooood." The words chittered through their very evil looking teeth. Fen's eye flickered nervously to the nearby camp-fire, by which the sheep sat, chewing on a plate of meat and looking very happy with it self. Slowly, the smibbles hopped down off their seats, and started to advance towards Fen.
"Free drinks!" The barman called suddenly, pouring some foul smelling liquid into a long trough that lined the bar. The smibbles turned, and as one, rushed to the sludgy liquid. Fen took this as a chance to try and creep out towards where she thought the celebrity vault might be, to see if she could get back to her
The sheep materialised in front of her, and baa-aa-ed evilly, red eyes glowing.
All of a sudden, a shot sounded. Fen cringed, and looked over at the evil smibbles but they were all slumped on the ground, or wandering around in a daze. The barman carefully stepped from behind the bar, jar of sleeping medication clasped in his hands.
The barkeep's face looked awfully familiar...
Another shot, this time over the sheep's head, and a blond girl, wearing a white and blue Alice-in-Wonderland dress walked forwards carrying a large rifle. The sheep took one look at her, and ran to hide behind the bar.
"Fen!" The tinny voice came from high in the clouds - Fen looked up, and saw a baby dragon descending. "We need to get out of here before the smibbles come round."
Who are you?
Fen tried to say, but all that came out was a nervous whinny. But the blond woman with the rifle seemed to understand.
"That's Kricket. Quick, follow her - BigWords and Sara are trying to figure out a way to get us out of here."
Fen blinked warily at the gun.
"It's me, Jallenecs. Now come on, before the sheep brings back reinforcements!"
Kricket was already flying in the direction of the gardens, so Fen galloped after her. After all, it's not like things could get much worse.
BigWords, who thankfully looked human, if a bit like Boris Karloff, was sitting by a very locked looking trapdoor, scanning through what looked like an encyclopaedic hand sewn book.
"Are you sure it's not just unicorn rainbow dust? There needs to be a password as well?"
The unicorn nodded, and continued to spray rainbow dust everywhere.
"Guys!" The young, blond man who had been the bartender ran up to them. "We don't have much time - the drugs I put in their drinks won't last forever. I think the sheep went to get help."
BigWords cursed. "This is an awfully big book of quotes, it's going to take a while to find the right one!"
Suddenly, a tinny, echoing sound filled the Cantina. A couple of beats of really annoying music, then the lyrics to Duran Duran's 'The Reflex' came on.
"That's it!" the blond boy knelt down besides BigWords and flipped to the back of the book. "When I was talking about duran duran."
"ba-a-a-a." The sheep was marching back towards them, a large herd of tentecles close behind it.
"Quickly, the number of the quote!" The boy, who Fen now realised must be ReservoirAngel, pointed at the number.
The trapdoor sprang open, and they all tumbled through.
Fen opened her eyes blearily, blinking up at her missing horse. Around her, the others were gradually hauling themselves up. Glancing around, she spotted Shue helping BigWords over to a bar stool, and Tifferbugs bringing over some water for everyone else. Hillary seemed to be running around, documenting what had happened, given that BigWords was too tired to do that.
"Guys, what happened?" 10 walked up to the confused crowd, holding a pile of pants. "Are you all okay?"
"Never innocent, that one." The whispered voice in her ear made Fen jump, spinning to see Boston sitting next to her.
He grinned at her, and handed her the horses bridle. "found this while looking for Raventongue near the gardens. You should be more careful where you put your stuff."
Fen watched Bos warily, and watched the way he kept looking at 10, as if for cues. When she hauled herself to her feet, she found herself watching 10, who had moved off towards the celebrity vault, supposably to see if any of the people inside had extra pants that could be lent to Ace.
Fen crept after her. Ducking around the vault and hiding in the gardens behind a particularly erect plant, she watched as Boston handed over the quote book to 10.
And that's all I've got. 10 is the mystery woman behind the curtain, Boston is the sheep (that's what his AV was the first time I showed up here, and I always imagine him as one hereafter). I know I don't have everyone in here, but I ran out of things for people to do, so I'm sorry if I didn't manage to fit you in there.