Now You See Me, Now You Don't: Part Five
The Nimmo pulled Marigold out of the cage. "Hey, little
one," he said. "This lady here would like to adopt you. Are you okay with that?"
he asked. Then he turned to Belinda after he set Marigold on the floor. "That'll
be three thousand neopoints," he demanded, holding out his hand.
"That's an awful lot to be asking for," Belinda
said, furrowing her brows. She snorted. "But I guess it's worth this one." She
looked down at Marigold and winked. "Let's hurry. I want to get home," she said.
"Can I adopt another one too, the one above, in the cage above where Mari -
I mean, this Moehog, was in? Can I have the sleeping Moehog?" Belinda asked.
"How can he still be sleeping through all of
this, new owner?" Marigold asked with a cough and a wink. "I can't wait to get
to my new neohome." She gasped as she suddenly saw Mr. Picky turn the corner.
"New mommy, there's Mr. Picky, the Grarrl," she said quickly, tugging on Belinda's
"Run!" the Nimmo said, remembering they wanted
to avoid him. "I'll distract him, okay? You both take the back exit... Just
keep going down the hall, turn left, and there it will be. Open the door and
you'll be out. Good luck," he hissed, giving them both a little push.
Marigold let out a loud sigh once she and Belinda
were safely outside. "That wasn't so hard," she said. "I guess you'll have to
get Kipper tomorrow. Take me back to the neohome. I think I should catch up
on some sleep," Marigold said.
"I can't," Belinda confessed. "I'm sorry, but
they took my old neohome away." She looked at Marigold's shocked face and said:
"I know, I can't believe it either. I'm so angry. They gave it to some poor
Neopian, with all of my furniture and keepsakes inside and everything. But that's
okay... Not really, but you know... I'm getting a new neohome built. It has
two rooms in it now, but we can still go in it. They're working on building
more rooms. Right now it has the kitchen and a bathroom, but they're working
on a bedroom. It'll be done in a couple hours and then you can go in there.
We can buy furniture together," Belinda offered.
"That would be wonderful! Could you buy a sofa
that I really like?" Marigold begged. "It's not over twenty thousand neopoints,"
she said. "Barely under, but I think it's worth it. It's the most comfortable
sofa and it looks darling. I forgot the name but I'll know it when I see it.
We could look," Marigold pleaded.
"Maybe," Belinda said. "I just spent three thousand
getting you back. Of course, it's worth it, but I don't have a lot left now.
I spent a lot just getting those few rooms to be put in our new neohome. But
the good thing is we're situated in a better location now. Anyway, I have fifty
thousand left and I don't think I could spend almost half of that on a sofa.
We have a lot to buy." Belinda laughed and took one of Marigold's hooves. "C'mon!"
she cried, giving her daughter a huge grin.
The next day Belinda went back to the pound.
She left Marigold at their neohome, thinking it was the smartest thing to do.
Belinda easily adopted Kipper because Mr. Picky was at his own neohome with
a Neopian illness, the Sneezles, that day. Belinda was back to their neohome
with the pleased Kipper in a jiffy.
"When I'd woken up and you weren't there, Marigold,
I admit I freaked out! I thought someone adopted you and not me, and I was scared
and lonely... Amazing how all of this worked out. And I'm surprised Belinda
could just adopt us right back. LOL! Belinda, you're a tricky one," Kipper said
with a laugh.
Belinda smiled. "I'm going to run out to the
furniture store and buy a few things," she said. "You two stay here - and stay
put. Don't make any distress calls," she said, looking towards Kipper.
Kipper looked down towards the floor. "I'm sorry!"
he cried. "Anyway, they finished the bedroom, right? Who gets the first bedroom?"
he asked with pleading eyes.
"You can have it," Belinda said, looking at Marigold.
"But let Marigold rest in it, okay? You slept a lot, didn't you?" she asked
Kipper. "Marigold could have her bedroom be on the second floor. Does that sound
Marigold nodded. "You hurry and go buy the furniture.
We'll be good little children and wait right here," she said. "We'll be quiet
and nice and everything."
Soon Belinda was gone to shop for furniture and
Kipper and Marigold were sitting in the corner of the bare room on the hard
dirt floor. That was when they heard a big knock on the front door.
Kipper jumped up to answer it, but Marigold pushed
him down. "No," she hissed in his ear. "It might be Mr. Picky or someone! Belinda
has a key, and if it was her, she wouldn't knock. Let's hurry and run to another
room so whoever it is knocking won't see us through the window."
Marigold ushered Kipper into the bathroom and
locked the door. "No windows in this room," she said with a smile. "We'll be
fine in here." But then her voice caught in her throat when she heard a loud
bang and big stomps inside of the neohome. "I hope," she whispered, making sure
the door was locked. It was.
"Oh no," Kipper said, almost ready to cry.
"Don't cry," Marigold warned him. "We can't let
whoever it is hear us. The footsteps are practically stomps, and it sounds like
Mr. Picky. I don't think he's a rescuer," she said. "He's much more dangerous,
and mean, and he doesn't care about rescuing poor little pets at all!"
"Shush," Kipper whispered. "Let's just be quiet."
They listened intensely as the footsteps stomped
around the empty kitchen, and the empty bedroom. Then they stomped over and
stopped, as it sounded, right in front of the locked bathroom door.
"Anyone home?" the gruff voice of Mr. Picky growled.
"Belinda, I know this your new residence!" His voice boomed through the three-room
neohome. "And those two pesky Moehogs were adopted! I don't know who it was,
but my Nimmo assistant is pretty fidgety about telling me who adopted them!"
he cried. "And I know it was you."
Marigold felt terrified. She grabbed Kipper and
held him close. She felt scared and wished Belinda would hurry back. But it
could be an hour more before she got home. If Mr. Picky could break through
a front door, he could definitely break through a weaker bathroom door.
"I'm scared," Kipper whispered to his older sister.
"There's nowhere to hide. This whole place is empty," he cried, scooting even
closer, if it was possible, to Marigold.
"Shh," Marigold hissed.
The doorknob started turning violently. Mr. Picky
was trying to get in. "It's locked," he said, "which means someone has to be
in there. Belinda, or you Moehog pets, you open up now. I can break in, and
if you let me in I'll be much easier on you!" he screamed.
"What should we do?" Marigold asked.
"Don't open it, whatever you do. He'll still
take us away even if we do open up. We can figure out something. Or stall
as long as possible until Belinda gets neohome. I hope she hurries back," Kipper
said quietly. "Until then, maybe we could try and come up with a way to get
out of this situation," he suggested.
Marigold listened to Mr. Picky slamming his large
Grarrl body against their bathroom door. She heard the door cracking under the
pressure of all of his weight. "Okay. But let's hurry and think of something.
Kipper got up and started feeling around all
parts of the wall to see if everything was completely built in. He hoped it
wasn't. But his hands hit a soft spot in the wall. "Marigold, come here," he
whispered, beckoning to her.
She quickly ran over and felt the wall for herself.
"Yes," she murmured. "I think they're building another room, a living room maybe,
right on the other side of this wall. This might be where the door is going.
Come on. I bet we can break through it; this part of the wall is so weak."
Marigold and Kipper slammed their own bodies
at this part of the wall, making plenty of noise. Mr. Picky would know they
were in there, but that was fine, as long as they got out. He still wasn't in
the bathroom yet, but he would be very soon. The bathroom door was visibly about
to fall down.
Finally pieces of the wall crumbled. Marigold
climbed through first, followed by Kipper. They weren't in any living room,
just a space where it looked like a living room would soon be built. There were
lots of supplies around and the yard was cleared here. But they were outside
and not in another room, so it was fine. Marigold and Kipper began to run. As
they were running, they heard the bathroom door fall and Mr. Picky cry out.
They smiled to themselves but just kept running. He could easily catch up to
To be continued...