Silent Bri was busy, working diligently on ideas for a top five survey of the day, when suddenly just outside the Survey Board he saw Greg Hatcher and Golden Lion in the front seat of a large green van with blue trim. They seemed to be headed for the Books Board, and there was a lot of commotion coming from the back. At first he thought it was a load of Rumbles Board regulars, but no, it was just a bunch of people arguing. They seemed to pour out of the van in a steady stream. "How did they all fit themselves IN there?" he asked.

"THAT'S IT!" he cried! "MY NEXT TOP FIVE SURVEY! How did they all fit themselves IN there?!" And he wrote it up and posted it quickly before anyone else could steal the idea.

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Greg Hatcher grabbed a Nero Wolfe novel. Golden Lion grabbed The Alphabet versus the Goddess. Wolvie's Girlfriend grabbed Frankenstein. Fenris grabbed a history of Norse mythology. Expletive Deleted grabbed a bag of cookies from a nearby snack table. Everyone looked at him. "What? They're for FlameStar!" Everyone looked sheepish and turned back to the bookshelves. When no one was looking, he ate one.

"I can't pick one," Papergirl said. "I don't know what she'll enjoy most, and I want mine to be special," she said, nearly crying as she thought of FlameStar in the medical ward.

"Just pick the one you like best," Sir Tim Drake suggested. "If you love it, she'll probably like it too."

Papergirl took the advice, and also thought to grab a CD or two and a small stereo.

"How long will she be there?" T'Omm asked, clearly concerned.

"Don't know. Hard to say at this point," Greg said. "So, did you find your bomb?"

"Yep, pulse had it," T'Omm replied. "Conn and I got hold of it and defused it before it could do any harm. It's a good thing we got there in time."

"Yes, and it certainly explains howyadoin's rantings from before. What did you do with him anyway?"

"Didn't Golden Lion tell you? He said howyadoin ran off with Pikachu in all the confusion once Jerry Stanford messed up the NEB all to heck. He may have even supplied Jerry Stanford with that Desert Eagle."

"Ouch," Greg winced. "I guess we all forgot to watch him. But where can we find him now?"

"We searched Papermonkies Headquarters. There was no sign of him," T'Omm replied. "Even Beldar and pulse know nothing."

The others had finished selecting books. Papergirl had chosen When You Look Like Your Drivers License It's Time To Go Home. Expletive Deleted had chosen False Memory. Sir Tim Drake had chosen Wuthering Heights. T'Omm had already chosen The Iliad some time ago. They all decided to pack up and head for the ward where FlameStar lay wounded but alive, healing well considering she was still comatose. They piled into the van and drove off.

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Roquefort Raider and Aussie Boy Peter met the others at the medical ward, bringing flowers for the room. They piled the books on a table and the flowers in a vase on the table, and put the stereo and CDs on the floor because now the table had no room left.

Suddenly Papergirl gasped. "Look!"

FlameStar had opened her eyes and was looking around the room. "hhhiii..." she murmured. "...wwwhere am I?"

Papergirl held her hand and squeezed it. "You're here, and you're awake, and you're going to be all right."

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Beldar and pulse sat in a very very dark room with no light in it at all. They couldn't tell where they were. They imagined they were in a dungeon deep underground but they were actually in Jack's Cult's Broom Closet.

"It's all your fault," Beldar moaned.

"OOK!" pulse shrieked.

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Z-Mage, Demonicuss, T-1000, and OzBat were all at the NEB huddled around a computer screen, poring over dozens of records about various stories.

"Nope, nothing," Demonicuss said as he sat in the main chair and scrolled the screen down to read more about DeMonStar. "Nothing changed in this one. Let's try the next one."

"Come on, Demonicuss, we've been here for two hours," Z-Mage complained. "You'd think if he would've changed something we would've spotted it by now."

"What do you mean?" Demonicuss replied. "We're not nearly through yet! I plan to check these things twice!"

OzBat sighed as he tried to pull himself together. His Sideswipe half was longing for motor oil while the Phantom Scribbler identity wanted to spill the oil on paper and scribble with it. "What's that?" he asked as he pointed to the screen. "Did you write that?"

Demonicuss frowned. "Yes," he said, and smiled.

"That's an example of poor sentence structure!" he remarked.

"Shut up!" T-1000 blurted out.

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FlameStar smiled as she saw all the books. "You didn't have to get so many," she said. "I don't plan to be here that long."

"You take all the time you need to heal properly," Papergirl insisted.

"Hey guys!" Silent Bri exclaimed. "How's FlameStar?"

"Doing better," she replied.

"Good to see you, Silent Bri!" said Aussie Boy Peter. "Since when do you visit this part of the boards?"

"Well, I got your note at Papermonkies Headquarters," he answered, "saying that our meeting was being held here because of FlameStar being injured."

"What note?" asked Wolvie's Girlfriend.

"This one," he said as he pulled it out of his pocket. "Didn't you write it?" He handed it to Papergirl.

"No," Papergirl answered. "It's not my writing."

"Well whose is it?"

They passed the note amongst them as Jack Tango entered the room carrying the Desert Eagle. He had it trained on Beldar, who had pulse on his shoulder. "They said they wanted to see FlameStar," Jack Tango said.

"And you let them?" Golden Lion asked.

"What can I say?" Jack Tango replied. "I'm soft-hearted."

"Hey everybody! How's FlameStar?" asked another person entering the room.

"Who's that?" asked Golden Lion.

"That's PenGwen," said Expletive Deleted. "How are you?"

Suddenly strange noises seemed to be coming from half a mile away. It sounded like strange screeching and yelling. Beldar turned towards the window. "Oh no!" he said. "Are we all here in the same room?"

"What?" Greg Hatcher looked confused.

"The Papermonkies! Are we all here?" Beldar clarified.

Papergirl took a head count. "Me, Beldar, Pulse, Expletive Deleted, FlameStar, Wolvie's Girlfriend, Roquefort Raider, Silent Bri, PenGwen..."

"Never mind," Beldar said. "They're coming! All of them! Grab some bananas!"

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