6 September 2012

Puff... Puff... Puff... goes the pipe... smoke coming out of the wooden instrument. "Sir, what should I do with your files?" asked a slick tall, black haired man. "Give them to the guests of my funeral..." an old man spoke like he has lived for a century. "Is your time almost here, Sir?" the slickly tall man said depressingly. "Yes, Burnette, Yes. Take my files.. and take Nacki too." the old man continued to speak his last words. "Be responsible, careful, and... and..." the old man dropped. He... He was dead. Nacki barked. Nacki is a blood hound, the old man's pet. The slick man left the room, struggling with the leash. Nacki was pulling hard. Harder. Even more harder. The slick man stroked his bottom part of his neck, and the dog dropped snoring. In the meantime, the old man's funeral has been assembled. "I hope he's okay" said one of the old man's favorite relatives, Christopher. "Grandfather John was my favorite." continued Christopher. Suddenly, a microphone echoed through Grandfather John's mansion. The slick man was speaking on the mic. "I,Mr. Burnette, am John Huffson's lawyer." Burnette continued... "John was a good man." he bursted into tears. Murmuring filled the room. Then cries of sadness replaced the murmuring. "SILENCE! LET THE MAN

SPEAK!" hissed one of Christopher's rivals... The Bensons. The Bensons were the smartest Huffsons of all time. "Thank you, Mr Benson. Now, each of you will find a note in your chair. Those with white notes go to the library. Those with the red notes go to the Zodiac Paintings. Those with Blue go to the canopy. Those with the rainbow colored ones... Stay." The Huffsons got Blue. Other evil rivals like the Janettes, Gaffys, and the Jaguars got Red. The worst rival was in the White Section... The CL-Löps. They're half French half Italian and half Korean. Can you believe that? I almost can't. Now, Christopher Huffson, an American man, was in the Rainbow section. Very few people were there. Uncle Finley, Cousin Gerald, and The Plazas. We waited until it was our turn with Mr Burnette. He was speaking to the Whites, Reds, & Blues. We waited... And waited. There were long speeches. "So. Hi chaps, anything you know about this Rainbow Section ay?" an old man with brown and reddish hair with a British accent said awkwardly. It was Uncle Finley. "Ehhh, no amigo." said one of the Plazas. "I don't have any idea, I just like choppin' down redwood trees." said in a Bulgarian accent. "Oh, sorry 'bout that. I didn't introduce me self. I'm ye Bulgarian friend'o, Gerald" Oh, it was just Gerald! Christopher thought. Mr Burnette got our attention in the mic. "You probably don't know about anything about this insane hunt I'm about to tell you..." Burnette tried to calm the hairy Bulgarian Wood Chopper... "You are about to enter a dastardly dangerous scavenger hunt that would risk your lives." Burnette spoke slowly... "You don't need to enter the Hunt..." "OI, whatta about ..." Burnette stopped Gerald. "However, when you exit you can take your 10 million dollars with you. But... If you enter the hunt and if you win, you get the world's most precious treasure, and become the most powerful beings on earth. There is no turning back." "Aye, I'm taking the hunt." said Gerald. "Me? I'm taking the hunt." said Finley. "Gracias, Burnetta, amigos take the hunt" said the Plazas. Christopher thought. And thought. And a little while more. Finally, Christopher took the hunt. "I'll go with the hunt" Christopher said bravely. "Very well, let me do some more private talk to the colors" and Burnette was off. "Aye, me go to snack bar" puffed Gerald. "I'll be by the chimney if you need me" said Uncle Finley firmly. "Us amigos go to the dining tableh" the Plazas called. Christopher was left alone. For entertainment, Christopher went to a nearby restaurant, called Cheź De Franceto. He walked to the cashier. The cashier spoke French, not English. So Christopher tried his best. "Puis-je avoir une crēpe et quelques chips?" Christopher said a little bit slurpy( "Puis-je avoir Unde crēpe et quelques chips" is "Can I have a pancake and some chips?" ). The cashier answered: "Bien sûr. Ce cera de 4 dollars" Christopher reached for his pocket. There was something else other than 4 dollars. First, he paid first... Then he sat on a wooden-brown colored table. He reached for his pocket one more time. It felt, a little paper-like. He pulled it out. It was written "THE CONCERT OF BEETHOVEN'S CHEFS-D' ŒUVRE" he did not have any clue what it meant. But he went to it anyway. Weird. Mr Burnette was in the lobby. Christopher greeted him suspiciously. "Burnette! What are you doing here?" Christopher asked. "This is where the Rainbow-s shall meet. We need a private place to talk. In case other colors came snooping." Mr Burnette answered. The Plazas & Gerald came out of the door. "Aye? What are you doing here?" "Amigos! ¿Que estas haciendo aqui?" Gerald and the Plazas said shockingly at the same time. Suddenly, Uncle Finley came out of the concert door. "That was a fine concert. One of BEETHOVEN'S most brilliant masterpieces." sighed Finley. "Not very important" said Burnette. "Oh, you bloody jibbets! You all shocked me that you were here!" "Okay?" said Gerald rudely. "Anyway, your hunt starts somewhere in Germany" continued Burnette, "You can only arrive by boat. Sir John assigned a private ferry for all of you. But I'll give you 1 warning, sea monsters will be proved once you ride that ferry." and then Burnette vanished into the Taxi. The Taxi led them to a harbor. A sign written these words: "LÉ PORT POUR LES GENS CHICS" which is French for "The Harbor for Fancy People" The Plazas felt like home because they were rich and fancy. So we're Uncle Finley with his bejeweled crown he always

liked to wear. Gerald was rich in Bulgarian money, even though he's not fancy or anything, he's still rich. But Christopher wasn't rich. Nor fancy. He was polite though. He just wore a velvet scarf with a tie and a shirt with black and red stripes. But it didn't really bother him that much, just the fancy part.

Here it is... Lé Port Pour Les Gens Chics. Each ferry had a golden and pretzel-shaped symbol, The Plazas' got a symbol with a sword going through it, Uncle Finley had a pretzel-arrow to the knee. Gerald got a pretzel with an axe and redwoods trees around it. Christopher's, well, he had a pretzel that has 2 wolves side to side, howling in the night. No one knew what their symbol meant. But all the ferries got a title that written by their own language. Christopher's, of course, was English. It said: The Howling Hanger. Gerald, of course, his is Bulgarian. It said: Dûrvoto Khelikopter. Which also means "The Tree Chopper". You can tell why it's called that. Uncle Finley's, was of course British. It said: Crumpets To The Knee. British people do like tea and crumpets for a snack. Don't know what does crumpet mean? They're muffins. Very good muffins by the way. The last one, was in Spanish. It said: Los Marineros Españoles. Which meant, "The Spanish Sailors" You can tell their accent and surname. Each contestant boarded the ferries, and then the ferries were sailing through the seven seas. Each ferry was single-filed into a ferry flock. Soon we started separating when thunderstorms started forming. CRASH! BOOM! Bellowed the mighty lightning. Waves as big ad tsunamis, roofed the ferries while they were tortured by the salty seawater. While the ferries were bullied with the thunderstorm, a fairly large sea serpent rose above the clouds, diving to the depths of the sea, and attacked large whales. He spotted the 4 ferries. "Zect taur fets loc tarna!" hissed the serpent in a sort of serpent language. It meant "Mortals! Enter my seas and never get out!" the ferry captains were frozen with fright. The serpent dove under Uncle Finley's ferry, then sunk it by crashing through the floor to the ceiling. Uncle Finley luckily got a safety boat with a fluffy safety vest, and soon approached Christopher's ferry. Christopher's ferry mates pulled the boat up with a heavy, strong string. All the ferries zoomed in a line looking for an exit. But there were no daylight. Just dark, clouds. Darker than 7 bat caves combined... Christopher raced to the map... He panicked so quickly that he didn't even knew what he was panicking about. He read... And read... And finally, he shouted with all his might, "WE'RE IN THE PERMUDA TRIANGLE!" the ferries heard him. The serpent heard him. Even the clubs heard him. There was silence. Then the serpent spoke, "Kosl yue reg tols dop latt" which meant, "You come here in peace. You were sent by John. Pass." the dragon revealed the sunlight, and dove into the ocean, returning to the depths of the seas. The ferries were relieved. "That was quite a big serpent." Uncle Finley sighed. "ARE YOU KIDDING? I'd say Gadzilla times 10" gasped Christopher. "More like that" Uncle Finley admitted. Christopher made sure that a crew mate always, ALWAYS checked the map. Soon, they saw a building. More like a harbor. It was... GERMANY! Phew. High seas are really scary. When the ferries parked, they unloaded and zoomed off. "I'll get us some hotel rooms" said Christopher. "Meet me at a hotel called "Die Deutschland Estates"" "What?" said all of the relatives. Christopher facepalmed all of them. "It means The Germany Estates" answered

Christopher. "Oh" they all said in once. Christopher took the train. Suddenly, he saw a familiar face. It... It was... The Bensons. He tried to hide from them,

But they already noticed. He ran through the rooms, cutting the trolleys, and quickly hid into a curtain room. The Bensons passed. "Phew" Christopher sighed. DING! A bell rang. "Hotels: Die Deutschland Estates" DONG! Christopher got off. He went to the counter, a lady dressed fancy sat there. Christopher had the fancy jiggles again. "Ugh, uh, hotel rooms?" Christopher said nervously. The lady looked confused. "Oh right. You're not English." said Christopher. Luckily

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