Chapter 25 "Are you sure this is the right place?" Mad Monty asked, pushing through bushes and stems. Angel Marie tripped, falling flat on his face. "I think I’m rediscovering my roots," he moaned. "I think that joke’s older than I am," Really Old Tom said, hobbling through the woods. "Nothin’ is older than you are," Polly said. "And yes, Benny said he’d be here." "But Polly, Benny just said ‘the woods’, how are we supposed to know which woods he means?" Clueless asked. "Because, he said, ‘just pull over and bring the keys into the woods, I’ll find you.’" Polly ducked underneath a low branch. "But, how will we find him?" Monty asked. "I dunno, he’ll probably find us," Polly said. "He’s creepy like that, ya know?" "Yeah," Clueless said. "He’s a real weirdo." "A terrible tyrant with a creepy laugh," Black Dog spoke up. "A youngin’ who doesn’t know where he’s goin’!" Old Tom said. "Yeah! Yeah!" Polly laughed. "And he’s a real jerk too! He doesn’t even have a good dental plan!" "Uh, Polly-" Clueless poked the lobster. "Quiet Clueless. Benny is so stupid, it took ‘im two hours to watch sixty minutes!" Polly laughed. "But Polly-" Clueless prodded. "No Clueless, listen. Benny’s so un-dead, that he makes a group of zombies look like the Vienna boys choir!"Polly laughed again. None of the other pirates chuckled, or moved for that matter. "What’s wrong with you guys?" Polly asked. Clueless began shaking as he pointed behind Polly. "So, just how stupid am I, lobster boy?" Benny glared down at the crafty crustacean from his perch on a tree stump. "Oh no..." Polly moaned. "Clueless, why didn’t you warn me?!" "Shut up Polly," Benny slipped off the stump. "Give me the keys." Polly nodded, he reached into his leather jacket and pulled out all of the keys. "Here ya go boss," Polly dumped the keys out of his claw into Benny’s gray hand. Benny closed the keys around his hand. The cold metal hardly phased his cold, dead hand. "Good." Benny pocketed the keys. "Um, excuse me, creepy guy," Clueless poked up. "How did you get here without even a car even?" Benny turned to face the goat. He bent his spine, lowering his eyes to the level of the goat’s. "Well, wouldn’t you like to know." "Yes, that’s why I asked." Clueless nodded. Benny stood up straight and shook his head. "Polly?" Benny hissed. "Y-Yes, boss?" Polly stammered. "Don’t bother coming back to the theater," Benny said. "Wh-What?" Polly asked. "I’m done with you, all of you." Benny reached down into the thick woodland grass, pulling out the scythe. Clueless ducked. "I’m sorry mister Vandergast! Don’t chop my head!" Benny rolled his yellow eyes. "Stupid goat..." he muttered. Benny jumped atop the stump again, and sliced through the air with the scythe, opening a new dimension, one in which he could travel back to the theater. "Stay away from my theater," Benny hissed to the pirates before disappearing through the rift in the air. "Um, Polly," Clueless asked quietly. "Y-Yeah Clueless?" Polly continued shaking from fear. "What was that thing that just happened?" Clueless asked, dumbfounded. "We just got fired! That’s what happened!" Polly shouted. "But I don’t feel any warmer." Clueless blinked. "No you idiot! We got canned! Kicked! Undone!" Polly yelled. "I don’t’ feel any of those things either Polly..." "You are a complete moron, ya know that?" "No no, I’m completely Clueless, there’s a difference." Polly smacked Clueless across the face with his claw. "Shut up dummy! Now we’re stuck in the middle of nowhere with no reason to rhyme!" "Oh! Rhyming! I love to rhyme!" Angel Marie said. "No stupid!" Polly groaned. "We’ve got nothin’ to do now!" "Huh?" Clueless scratched his head. "GAH! C’mon, we’re gonna go catch up with dose Muppets and try and get a job..." Polly muttered, making his way back to the motorcycles. <X>X<X> Uncle Deadly climbed the ladder on the side of the theater with Scooter following close behind. "Watch your step Scooter," Uncle Deadly told the go-fer. "There’s a loose rung." Scooter watched his steps carefully, hoping not to fall. "You sure this door’ll be unlocked Uncle D.?" "No, I’m not," Deadly stepped onto the roof and helped Scooter up as well. "Well then what’ll we do if we can’t get in?" Scooter asked. "Simple young man," Deadly reached into his waist coat and pulled out a golden piece of metal wire twisted every which way. "We’ll just have to do a little nit-picking, if you will." Scooter smirked. "So that’s how you get into the lighting booth and rewire Cliff’s light..." Uncle Deadly smiled. "We phantoms need our little tricks to get by you know." "So I’ve heard." Scooter stuck his hands in his green jacket. "Cold." He shivered. Deadly nodded. "Indeed." The phantom made his way to the door atop the roof. He slipped the piece of wire into the key hole and fiddled around with it. The lock clicked loudly. "Brilliant!" Uncle Deadly shouted. "It opened?" Scooter shouted. "No, I just won the lottery," Uncle Deadly said sarcastically. "Really? Oh, well that’s great Uncle Deadly! Now we can finally pay off the mortgage on the theater and-" "I was joking you twit!" Deadly shouted. Scooter grinned."I know, so was I." Deadly smirked. "You’re lucky your uncle owns this theater boy." >X<X>X< "Yo Skeet, did the door work?" Clifford asked. "What do you think?" Skeeter muttered. "Well sah-ree man," Clifford rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses. "What did you call me?" Skeeter stared at him. "Uh... Aw nuts..." Clifford moaned. "Yeah, now would be the time to run," Skeeter cracked her knuckles. "Uh, Skeet, just calm down babe." Clifford began to back up against the wall. "Don’t call me babe," she growled. "Yeah, right, um, did you get that necklace I sent you?" "Nice try dread locks," Skeeter said. She reached out, and punched him on his nose. Suddenly, the backstage door opened. Scooter and Uncle Deadly looked out at Skeeter and the out-cold Clifford. "Uh..." "Shut up," Skeeter muttered. She picked Clifford up by his feet and dragged him into the theater.