Part 5: Your mother was a hamster and...hey, where are you going?

(Author's note: Yeah, I totally would've posted last night, but I was tired and I'd just gotten home ((at the late, late time of 8:00 P.M.)) and I didn't want to. I still don't have a movie plot. So I'm desperately thinking of one while I stall away here, but nothing is coming to mind and I forgot what happened on Friday. Didn't Tyler get that silly little phone call that was totally at the last minute all "Cellular"? Yes, I remember that part. And now they're trying to figure out how to save Moxie. I thought it was cool how her phone number was the title of a song. Maybe her real name's Jenny? Eh. Maybe. No. I dunno. What this soap really needs...are some explosions. YAAAAY, EXPLOSIONS! Talk about awesome. And some vampires. Maybe someone needs to die. Or I could steal the plot from another soap. DUDE, I TOTALLY COULD! Hurray for AMC reruns!)

Stolen plot: "AMC" (ABC soap), "Material Girls", "Stand By Me"

Moxie repeatedly slammed her doggy crate against the wall (who said serial killers weren't creative?). She appeared to be in some kind of truck. Only it wasn't moving. She wondered if the door was locked. Door...lock... The words triggered something in her brain.
"Duh!" She manuevered her cramped fingers and managed to unlock the metal door. Moxie wriggled out of the doggy crate and glared at it spitefully. "The jerk. I at least deserve a large dog crate." (She'd been given a small one. Ouch) She looked around. There were packing boxes marked for Gondor everywhere, so the truck must be headed for Gondor. She threw herself against the door. Surprisingly it opened. Moxie fell to the ground and groaned.
"I think I broke something..." She whimpered slightly when she saw the broken heel. Then she sobered. "Whatever." After throwing away the useless shoes, she decided to head for the park and get some fresh air. She hoped Tyler had gotten her phone call. Maybe she should call him again to tell him she was all right.

* * * *

Tyler was driving way too fast, but he seemed not to care. Natalie winced as they narrowly missed a Hostess truck with its back doors wide open, putting the packing boxes marked for Gondor on display. "Tyler, slow down, you're going to get us killed." Tyler gulped.

"I'm sorry, I drive badly when under stress!" He swerved again, trying to avoid a kitten.

"Well, think 'Driving Miss Daisy', not '2 Fast 2 Furious'." Suddenly, Tyler's cell phone rang. Natalie pounced on it. "Keep driving, I've got it!"

"Well, what if it's for me?"

"Do you honestly know anyone willing to call you?"

"Good point." Natalie opened the phone. (Oooh, flip phone)

"Hey Natalie! I was expecting Tyler, but I guess I got you instead!" Natalie let out a little scream, which is what girls do in such situations, tho no one knows why.

"MOXIE! Where the heck are you?"

"Well, I was in some truck filled with packing boxes..." Natalie groaned.

"We just passed that truck!" She covered the phone with her hand to tell Tyler to slow down. "Sorry, what else were you going to say?"

"Well, actually, now I'm on the sidewalk and I'm headed for the park."

"WHAT?"

"You know, get some fresh air and stuff." She paused. "Whoa, gotta go, there's something interesting going on."

"Moxie, wait-" Too late. Moxie had already hung up. Natalie screamed in frustration. Tyler slammed on the brakes.

"QUIT SCREAMING, you're messin with my driving!"

"Tyler, turn around, Moxie's at the park!"

"What?"

"That's what she said. Now turn around!"

* * * *

Moxie hid behind some bushes and watched as two people dug a deep hole beneath the swings. After digging for about five minutes, they seem to be satisfied and disappeared. Moxie frowned, wondering what they were doing, but kept quiet as the two people came back, carrying something big. They dumped whatever it was in the ground and started to cover it up. Suddenly, they both looked up, as if they'd heard something, and ran away, leaving their shovels behind. Moxie waited until she was sure they were gone and ran over to the hole. One little peek won't hurt anyone, she thought. She peeked. Then she screamed.

* * * *

Joel from Good Charlotte and one of his friends sat on the sidewalk. "Man," Joel said. "We need a ride to go the club tonight." His friend nodded. Suddenly, Tyler pulled up. He and Natalie got out of the car. Joel saw an oppurtuniy and took it.

"Hey, dawg, I'll park your car." (Rule number one...never trust anyone using the word DAWG.) Tyler looked relieved.

"Thanks." He tossed Joel the keys. Joel smiled triumphantly and drove away. Natalie finallly noticed what was going on.

"TYLER! Those guys just stole your car!" Tyler was confused.

"You mean those weren't valets?" That's when Moxie screamed. The two of them jumped. Natalie gasped.

"That was Moxie!" She ran towards the playground, followed by the very confused Tyler. Moxie was sitting by the hole under the swings, sobbing. Natalie knelt by her friend.

"Moxie, what's wrong?" Moxie pointed at the hole. Natalie looked and saw the dead body of Martin "Charlie" Elessar (finally). His shirt had ridden up and there was a badly stitched scar on his abdomen. Elmo had gotten him good. Natalie gulped back tears. Tyler took one look at the body and felt sick. Both of the girls looked at him.

"Tyler, you okay?" Moxie asked. Tyler nodded.

And fainted.

(That wasn't that bad. I had to use "Stand By Me"...again. Oh well. This is never going to air on Daytime. But I'm just doing this for fun. It's not like anyone reads this anyway. Besides Amber and William ((QUIT POSTING ON MY BLOG, WILLIAM!)). Tomorrow: There's going to be an explosion and all that. I don't know what yet. Cya.)