and The_Sage_Ninja_Morro and DumbassWriter17 

Anyway Should I write a whole new book on them being stranded or just keep doing it on this?

I think I should do it on this bcz it won't take up the whole book

But it's your choice

Narrarator- It's been a week since our heros have been stranded on an island with no way out, and no way to call for help.  But they have been fairing quite well, suprisingly. They found a guard dog for themselves, a cow, some chickens, and their house is starting to take shape. Annie built a table and chairs from driftwood ( cured, of course), Emma has painted a few pictures, and Blackie helped Mia plant some flowers and make a path to their humble abode.

Now they face the challenge of a brutal storm. What will they do? Stay tuned!

Okay I let my cousin choose the theme song because I wanted a theme song and she put it in without me looking at it which is why the next writing is alllll the way down

Far

So just turn your volume off

Like low or something if you don't want to see it or whatever

“ ANNIE WAKE UP!”

Annie rolled over in her sleeping bag and squinted at Mia. “ What?”

“ There’s a tsunami wave on the way!”

Annie rolled back. “ Then put the dome up.”

Mia shook her.” But that’s the problem! Remember the hurricane that hit the third day we were here?”

Annie groaned. “ Yes. Now let me sleep!”

“ Annie, the dome’s broken.”

Annie shot up. “ What?!”

Emma’s taken the animals to the barn. But we need your help!”

“ Call your other animals!”

“ What are they gonna do? None of them can control water!”

Annie’s eyes widened. “ That’s it!”

“ What’s it?”

“ Mia! You can control water!”

“ Yeah so?”

“ So you can steer the wave away!”

“ You know what happened last time!”

“ That’s because it was a test. But this is real. Mia, do it for us! Do it for your animals, do it for your cat!”

Emma and Blackie ran to the campsite just meters from the tides. “ Come on, Annie.” Emma urged. “ Help us move these to the house!”

Blackie ran ahead. “ I’ll go to the house and put the dome up.”

Annie stood up. “ We should help him.” She said as she grabbed a bunch of stuff. “ It can’t be easy to put a dome up on a house with no roof!”

Mia helped. “ Let’s do it.”

“ It’s heeeere!” Emma yelled.

Mia and Annie ran out to the beach, feeling the grainy sand on their bare feet.

“ Go!” Annie commanded, and Mia thrust her hands forward.

The tsunami wave kept coming.

“ Mia!” Emma yelled.

Mia gritted her teeth and dug her feet into the sand. “ I’m trying!” She yelled. “ It’s not working!”

Annie tilted her head, and Emma threw her headband off.

“ I’m gonna go see what’s going on.”

Annie ran. “ Emma, no!”

But she had already dived.

Annie's eyes widened. “ Is she crazy?!”

Mia shook her head. “ No.” She said, “ She’s very brave.”

Emma ran back to shore and grabbed a blanket. “ There’s vengestone down there!”

Mia’s eyes narrowed. “ Wu.” She muttered.

“ If we can move the vengestone far enough, Mia might be able to use her elemental powers.” Annie suggested.

“ But it’s EVERYWHERE.”

“ It’s fine.” Mia said coolly. “ We’ll just go to the house.”

“ And do what?” Emma asked.

“ Stay there. Then, when it’s over, I’m gonna phone Wu and taunt him and tell him he almost killed us.”

Emma’s eyes widened in excitement. “ Then say someone did die!”

Annie turned. “ WHo?”

Before Emma could reply Mia grabbed their Arms and pulled them to the house. “ We have to go, now!”

Inside the house, Emma and Annie were curled up together, snoring. Mia glanced at them and sighed.

Blackie's ears perked up. " What happened?" He asked in a grouchy voice

" Stay here."

Blackie opened an eye. " Where are you going."

" I'm gonna try to stop that wave."

Blackie's eyes widened and he stood up. " You can't! It's dangerous!"

" I'm a master of water. My powers should be more stronger than vengestone."

Blackie opened his mouth, but Mia was gone. He sighed and walked out to watch, tail high.

Outside, the winds howled as the towering wave loomed closer to the island, casting a shadow over everything. Mia clenched her fists and stood on the shore, her gaze fixed on the incoming water. The memory of her last attempt to control a wave flashed through her mind, the test that hadn’t gone well. But this wasn’t a test—her friends and their animal companions were counting on her.

Mia took a deep breath, her hands raised, fingers splayed as she reached out to the water, trying to harness her element. She could feel the resistance, like trying to push back a massive wall. The vengestone still weakened her, but she pushed harder, focusing on each droplet, urging the wave to change its path.

The wave slowed slightly, but it kept coming. Mia’s powers wavered as she struggled to maintain control. She bit her lip, her heart pounding. "I can’t let them down," she muttered, redoubling her efforts. The water trembled, resisting her pull, but Mia refused to give in.

Back at the house, Blackie watched from the window, his tail flicking with worry. “She’s going to wear herself out,” he murmured, his ears flattened.

Suddenly, Emma and Annie stirred, blinking awake. They saw the wave still approaching and Mia standing at the shore, her arms outstretched.

“Mia’s still out there!” Emma gasped, her fear quickly turning to determination. She grabbed Annie’s arm. “We have to help her.”

Annie nodded, and the two girls ran to the beach, joining Mia in the sand. Annie placed a hand on Mia's shoulder. "You’ve got this, Mia! We’re right here with you."

Emma looked up at the wave, then back at Mia. “You’re stronger than this wave, Mia. Show it who’s boss!”

Encouraged by her friends, Mia took a deep breath, her focus intensifying. The wave began to bend, diverting its path slightly to the left, just enough to skim past the shore. With one final push, Mia forced the water away, redirecting it around the island.

The wave crashed in the distance, sending sprays of mist into the air. Mia collapsed to her knees, breathing heavily, a triumphant smile on her face. "We… did it," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

Annie and Emma hugged her tightly. "You were amazing, Mia!" Annie cheered.

Emma grinned, wiping her forehead. "When you call Wu, I want to be there to hear his reaction."

Mia chuckled weakly. "Oh, he’ll be hearing from me, alright."

Blackie joined them, rubbing his head against Mia’s arm. "Don’t scare us like that again," he grumbled, but his eyes shone with pride.

Mia grinned. " Let's go in. We're calling Wu."

Wu sat in stunned silence, holding his phone a good distance from his ear as Annie's furious voice erupted through the speaker. “YOU STUPID, IDIOTIC PERSON! DID YOU WANT YOUR WIND NINJA TO DIE?”

Before he could even process Annie’s words, Emma’s voice joined in, equally fierce. “YOU’RE DEAD ONCE I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!”

Wu winced, holding the phone further away. Blackie’s hissing came through next. “WHEN I SEE YOU, YOU WILL REGRET EVER LIVING! IDIOT!”

Mia, standing nearby, had a sweatdrop on her forehead. She tried to calm them down, holding up her hands. "Now, now, let's calm down, everyone—"

But no one was calming down.

Emma slammed her fist on the table, making the phone rattle. “YOU ALMOST KILLED HER, LET ALONE US!” she screamed.

“YOU BASICALLY SENT HER ON A SUICIDE MISSION!” Blackie howled into the phone. “I HATE YOU!”

Mia sighed, trying to ease the tension. “Guys, please, calm down...”

Annie grabbed the phone, her voice thunderous. “DON’T YOU ‘CALM DOWN’ US, MIA! THIS IS ALL ON HIM!”

Mia rubbed her temples as Emma continued her tirade, nearly shaking the phone with her fury. “YOU COULDN’T EVEN THINK ABOUT SAFETY? YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE LET THIS HAPPEN!”

Wu, hearing their rage, was speechless. The other ninja had gathered around him by now, wincing as the angry voices blasted through the speaker. Cole covered his ears, whispering, “They’re gonna make us all deaf…”

Mia finally raised her hands in defeat. “Why don’t you let me talk to him?” she suggested, hoping to calm the situation.

But Annie wasn’t having it. She snatched the phone from Emma and resumed her furious yelling. “OH NO, MIA, THIS IS FAR FROM OVER! YOU STAY BACK!”

Mia sighed deeply. “Here we go again…” she muttered.

Annie, Emma, and Blackie continued their verbal assault, while Wu braced himself, realizing he had perhaps underestimated the fury of Mia’s friends and pet.

" Well that went well." Annie commented in a hoarse voice as she put the phone down.

Mia turned from the wall where Emma's picture was. " Good. I made kites for us."

Annie raised an eyebrow. “What kind of kites are we talking about here, Mia?”

Mia grinned, holding up a bundle of colorful kites she’d crafted herself. Each one was decorated with unique designs representing their elemental powers. “We’ve got a wind-powered day ahead of us!” she declared proudly.

Emma was about to join in on the excitement when her phone buzzed. She glanced down and saw a picture message from Morro.

Curious, she opened it—and almost dropped her phone in horror. There was her cat, her very Chico, sitting beside a bowl of what looked suspiciously like motor oil, a bottle of Tylenol, and a bunch of random leaves.

“Is that… oil?” Emma gasped, her face going pale. “And Tylenol? And—leaves?”

Annie peered over her shoulder, her jaw dropping. “Oh no… he didn’t. Morro has no clue about cats, does he?”

Emma’s voice came out in a strangled squeak. “He’s giving Chico motor oil! And Tylenol! And… and I don’t even know what kind of leaves those are!”

Honeymuffin barked in alarm, sensing her owner’s distress. Mia just shook her head, trying not to laugh. “Maybe give Morro a call before Chico ends up thinking he’s a car engine.”

Emma frantically dialed Morro’s number, her voice shaking as she sputtered, “Morro! What are you doing to Chico?!”

Morro sounded confused. “What? I’m taking good care of him! He seemed sluggish, so I thought a little oil and painkiller would pep him up! And the leaves… well, they’re green, so they must be healthy, right?”

Emma facepalmed, trying to keep her composure. “Morro… cats don’t drink oil. Or take Tylenol. Or eat random leaves!”

“Oh,” Morro replied sheepishly. “Well, what should I be giving him?”

“Just… regular cat food, water, and maybe a treat now and then,” Emma groaned. “And for the love of everything, don’t give him anything meant for humans!”

Mia and Annie exchanged an amused glance as Emma continued to lecture Morro on basic cat care. Finally, she hung up, looking both exasperated and relieved.

“Well, at least we caught it in time,” Annie said, patting Emma’s shoulder.

Emma took a deep breath, regaining her composure. “Alright, crisis averted… now, about those kites?”

Mia grinned, handing a kite to each of them. “Let’s go! After all this drama, we deserve a little fun.”

Emma laughed as a violent breezy came their way. ' Mia, easy with the wind!"

Mia grinned as the wind wooshed past her, hair flying everywhere. " Nope!"

Blackie licked his paw. " I quite like it. Also, Mia, have you checked on the fruits?"

Mia raised a brow. " No... Why?"

" There is something over there you might like to see."

Mia squinted toward the garden and gasped. The little fruit plants they’d barely planted a few days ago were now sprouting, small blossoms already giving way to tiny fruits.

“Blackie… did you do this?!” Mia asked, her eyes wide with amazement.

Blackie gave a smug flick of his tail. “You’re welcome,” he purred coolly, licking his paw like it was no big deal.

Mia laughed and, without thinking, scooped Blackie up, spinning him around. “You genius kitty! You made them grow!”

Blackie huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but a soft purr escaped him despite himself. “Yes, yes, put me down before you make me dizzy.”

Annie and Emma watched the scene with grins, holding their kites steady in the gusting wind.

“You’ve got a pretty impressive cat there, Mia,” Annie teased.

Emma giggled. “Yeah, he might even be a better gardener than us!”

Mia set Blackie down, who immediately smoothed his ruffled fur with a dignified look. “Of course I am,” he said proudly. “Someone has to keep an eye on things around here.”

Mia gave him a little scratch behind the ears, and he closed his eyes, purring louder than ever. “Thanks, Blackie,” she whispered. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“Just don’t expect me to start watering them,” he muttered, but his contented purrs said otherwise.

Mia groaned as she squinted at the sun, then her watch. " Why is it only still one thirty?" She moaned

Annie collapsed on the ground with her sunglasses. " Well, at least we can sunbathe in peace."

Emma nodded from her area as she sketched the water. " Mia, I made you new beach clothes. Go in and come sunbathe with us."

Mia sighed, shading her eyes with her hand. "I guess… but it feels like we've been out here forever!" She stood up, brushing sand off her legs. "Alright, where are these new clothes, Emma?"

Emma pointed to a small bag by the tent, grinning. "In there! Go on, you’ll love them. They're perfect for beach lounging."

With a shrug, Mia went to the bag and pulled out a cute, light-pink beach cover-up with a matching wide-brimmed hat. She grinned, slipping them on before joining Annie and Emma in the sun.

"Not bad, right?" Emma called, peeking up from her sketchpad. "Now all you need to do is relax."

Mia lay down on the sand next to them, stretching out her arms with a sigh. "Okay, maybe this isn’t so bad. Just sun, sand, and nothing to worry about."

Annie chuckled, sliding her sunglasses down to look at Mia. "Exactly. No waves, no veggies, no vengeful stones… just peace."

They all laughed, letting the warmth and sound of the gentle waves wash over them.

As they lay there soaking up the sun, Blackie trotted up, his tail flicking impatiently. He cleared his throat with a little huff, looking expectantly at Mia. "Mia," he said, his voice tinged with a mock regal tone, "I require lunch. Specifically, some gummy bears."

Mia lifted her head and raised an eyebrow, smirking at her cat’s sass. "Oh, do you now?" she replied, trying out her best British accent. ( Well the bad one. Because she only uses the good one when they're running away from something. "Well, it seems I’ve become some sort of—how do they say it?—room service!"

Blackie blinked, unimpressed. "I don’t care what accent you use. I’m still waiting on those gummy bears, dear human."

Annie rolled over onto her stomach, overhearing the conversation. She propped her chin in her hands, grinning. "Actually, now that we’re talking sweets, I’d love some gummy worms." She flashed Mia a wide smile, her sunglasses slipping down her nose.

"Alright, alright," Mia chuckled, shaking her head as she sat up and rummaged through her sling bag. "Let me see if I’ve got anything to satisfy the tastes of my… esteemed guests," she said in her best high-society tone, channeling her inner butler. But her British accent came out a bit wobbly, somewhere between posh and pirate, making Annie stifle a laugh.

Mia pulled out a crinkly bag of gummy bears and a smaller bag of gummy worms. She held them up triumphantly. "Ah! Here we go. For you, Lady Annie, your precious gummy worms," she said, handing them over with a bow.

Annie took the bag, giggling. "Thank you, kind butler. Your British accent could use a little work, though."

"Oi, it’s a work in progress!" Mia laughed, handing a handful of gummy bears to Blackie. "And for you, Sir Blackie, your… refined selection of gummy bears."

Blackie sat upright, looking quite pleased. "Finally. Room service that knows my needs." He started pawing at the gummy bears, picking one up daintily and giving it an experimental sniff before popping it into his mouth. "You may continue with this level of service," he purred.

Mia rolled her eyes and flopped back down on the sand, grabbing a gummy bear for herself. "I swear, this cat acts like royalty."

Emma, who had been quietly sketching the waves, looked over with a smile. "Well, we did sort of give him a lot of attention. Now he thinks he owns us."

Blackie raised his chin, smug. "It’s not a thought, my dear humans. It’s a fact."

Mia scoffed, popping another gummy bear in her mouth. "Right, right," she replied, slipping back into her shaky British accent, "we’re here to serve you, Your Majesty."

Blackie gave a little sniff, then continued munching his treats as if it were all completely true.

By four o'clock, the peaceful vibe at the beach was interrupted by a sudden ring from Mia's phone. She picked up, and a familiar voice came through, sounding as exasperated as ever.

“Mia, it's Morro. Chico’s not falling asleep.”

Mia barely had a chance to respond before Emma’s ears perked up. She quickly leaned over, trying to listen in. “Well, where is he?” Emma asked, concern creeping into her voice.

On the other end, Morro’s reply was deadpan. “I hung him on a clothesline.”

Emma’s jaw dropped, her eyes widening in shock. “WHAT?! You did what to my poor Chico?!”

Mia clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh, imagining Chico dangling on a line, paws flailing. “Morro, you didn’t actually hang him on a clothesline… did you?”

Morro huffed, sounding more frustrated. “It seemed like a good idea. The fresh air and gentle sway of the wind—figured it might lull him to sleep.”

Emma shook her head, absolutely horrified. “He’s a cat, not laundry!”

Blackie, who had been quietly munching on gummy bears, looked up with wide eyes. “The indignity! A fellow feline treated as mere… as mere linens? Preposterous!”

Morro let out a sigh on the other end. “Alright, alright, I’ll take him down. But do you have any better ideas to make him sleep?”

Emma groaned, rubbing her temples. “Just… make him a cozy spot, like under a warm lamp or something. Or, I don’t know, try petting him gently?”

“I’ll give it a try,” Morro mumbled, sounding unconvinced. "But if he keeps howling, I’m calling you back."

“Please don’t,” Emma muttered, still shaking her head. “And no more clotheslines!”

After the call ended, Mia burst into laughter, her British accent returning, “I daresay, Chico’s had quite the adventurous afternoon!”

Blackie’s tail flicked. “Poor lad. We’ll have to give him extra treats to restore his dignity.”

Five minutes later, Emma's phone rang again. She glanced at the screen and groaned, already guessing who it was. “Not again…” she muttered, picking up the call.

Before she could even say hello, Morro's voice crackled through, sounding both bewildered and exasperated. “Emma, why is Chico not drinking the fertilizer I gave him? He sniffed it and just walked away!”

Emma’s eyes widened in horror. “Morro, that’s because fertilizer isn’t cat food!”

Morro ignored her, continuing his list of grievances. “And he’s not eating the dog hair I gave him either, no matter how many times I put it in front of him.”

Emma’s jaw dropped. “Dog hair?!” She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to process this. “Morro… why would he eat dog hair?”

Morro sounded genuinely confused. “Isn’t that… what pets like? Hair, or… something like that?”

Emma’s patience was running thin. “Chico is a cat, Morro, not some… some… garbage disposal!”

But Morro wasn't done. “Also, he wouldn’t settle down on the toilet seat I set up for him to sleep on. I thought it was an inspired idea—secluded, quiet, and out of the way.”

“MORROOOORROOO!” Emma shouted, her voice echoing around the beach.

Mia stifled a giggle, while Blackie looked up, ears perked, clearly intrigued by the unfolding chaos. He tilted his head and muttered, “Ah, the challenges of ghostly pet-sitting…”

Emma let out a long sigh. “Morro, listen closely. Chico doesn’t drink fertilizer, doesn’t snack on dog hair, and certainly doesn’t sleep on toilets!”

Morro was silent for a moment, then said, “Oh. Well, that explains a lot.”

Emma slumped back into her chair, shaking her head. “Next time, just let me handle Chico’s care, alright?”

There was a long pause on Morro’s end before he muttered, “Fine. But he’s quite the high-maintenance cat.”

Emma hung up, still muttering under her breath. Mia laughed, patting her friend’s shoulder. “Quite the adventure for poor Chico.”

Blackie yawned. “Seems like Chico could use a break from ghostly babysitting… or maybe Morro needs a guide on basic cat care."

Emma had barely settled back down, reclining in her beach chair and letting the ocean breeze soothe her frazzled nerves, when her phone buzzed again. The familiar name glowed on the screen: Morro. She exhaled, trying to find a sliver of patience. “Oh no… not again,” she muttered, preparing herself for whatever bizarre issue was next.

She answered, and before she could even greet him, Morro’s voice blared into her ear, sounding increasingly frustrated. “Emma! I don’t know what’s wrong with your cat, but he won’t drink the detergent I left out for him! He looked at it like I’d committed some kind of crime. And don’t get me started on the dishwasher pod—he won’t touch it! Is there some sort of… seasoning he’s expecting?”

Emma’s eyes flew open in horror, and she nearly dropped her phone. “Morrrooo!” she wailed, her voice echoing over the beach. Blackie’s ears perked up again, and Mia bit her lip, clearly struggling not to laugh as she watched Emma’s mounting frustration.

“Morro,” Emma said, taking a slow, deep breath to keep herself calm, “are you seriously trying to feed Chico detergent and dishwasher pods?”

Morro sounded genuinely baffled. “Well, they were the only things left under the sink, so I thought—"

“No!” Emma interrupted, almost shouting. “Detergent and dishwasher pods are for cleaning, NOT for feeding pets! Chico is a cat, not a… a… laundry assistant!”

There was a beat of silence before Morro replied, sounding more confused than ever. “Well, he does like to roll around in clean laundry. I figured he’d enjoy a little ‘flavor of freshness.’”

Emma pinched the bridge of her nose, barely containing her exasperation. “Morro, that stuff could poison him! Don’t give him anything that isn’t cat food or water!”

There was another moment of silence, then Morro sighed heavily. “Alright, fine. But I swear, he’s the pickiest creature I’ve ever encountered!”

Emma shook her head, muttering, “Only because you keep offering him household cleaning supplies!”

From her chair nearby, Mia was struggling to contain her laughter, her shoulders shaking as she listened. Even Blackie couldn’t resist a chuckle, tail flicking in amusement.

“Well,” Morro continued with a huff, “if he’s not going to appreciate my efforts, maybe you should be the one to come home and deal with him!”

Emma bit back a groan. “Morro, he’s a cat. Just give him some water, put his food out, and leave him alone. Please.”

She ended the call, feeling both exhausted and mildly amused, then sank back into her chair. Mia patted her on the shoulder. “Your husband certainly has a… unique approach to pet care.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Unique is one word for it. Next time, Chico is definitely staying with someone else.” She paused, casting a glare toward the phone. “Or I’m making Morro take a cat care course.”

Blackie let out a low, lazy purr. “I’d pay to watch that.”

Narrator - they survived today, that's for sure. But for how long can they keep this up? How long until they feel homesick? Stay tuned as the journey continues