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In Cucaga Ranch, live two fairy twins, Emmy and Izz, with green hair and pink skin. Their archenemisis, the Nutcracker, and they alone have the ability to use magic. The Nutcracker, seeing the watermelon gals (as Emmy and Izz are called collectively) as a threat to his kingdom, is out to destroy our protagonists.

Currently, the Nutcracker is sick, but soon, he will rise to power and be ready as ever to destroy the watermelon gals!

((The Nutcracker and The Weasel, another enemy of the watermelon gals, are both Non-player-characters and can be played by anyone. Fairies, either good or bad, can be roleplayed here. Animals which exist in real life, but can talk, also work. Please, before you add a character to this story, run it by me. By the way, the idea for this story was created by myself and Demaree Rios both. Happy roleplaying!))

Once upon a time in Cucaga Ranch, there lived a pair of fairy twins. They had green hair and pink skin. They were known as the watermelon gals. ... Emmy and Izz were there names. But, there was one person who could stop the watermelon warriors. This was the Nutcracker! One night the Nutcracker was sick; it had a handkerchief tied around his ... toes so he couldn't ... fight ... , so the Weasel took over.

The watermelon gals were pestering the Weasel down in his little hole. What a dirty hole it was too! The Weasel scratched and fought to break free. Then, the Weasel fought ferociously, but he was no match for the Watermelon gals. Their watery blue eyes burned gold and the Weasel was gone in a puff of smoke. Without the Weasel, and the Nutcracker sick, they had nothing to do. ... Izz wanted to do something new. She wanted some soda. Emmy, however, was perfectly fine with their daily mild and cereal. So they compromised, soda and cereal! Then a hot dog flew out of nowhere and slapped them both in the face.

((This is an excerpt of the original Watermelon Gals. Credit to Demaree in this post.))

((Whut...
This is Bobbie; I'm at Lupine's house for a sleepover.))
"Hi, Emmy, Izz," Simone said cheerfully, beaming a sunny smile at the twins.

((Okay... And about the fairies. Some have wings and some don't, so it's up to you. Emmy and Izz have small translucent wings, so they are not very strong fliers.))

"Hey Simone!" Emmy sung in reply.

Izz slowly stood up from where she was bent over something on the ground. "Nice hot dog," Izz grumbled, certain it was from Simone.

"She's... grumpy today," said Emmy. "So, what would you like to do today? No Nutcracker to worry about." Emmy looked about herself and saw nothing but lush green grass the color of the hair that shielded Izz's face from view. "We were about to have soda and cereal, I think. Are you interested?" Emmy had expected Izz to look up at the last comment, but she continued to stare down at the now ruined hot dog in dismay. "Eat it if you want Izz," the kind sister said, walking away and motioning for Simone to follow.

((I think now, before the Nutcracker is well again, is a good time to introduce our characters and their personalities.))

((kk...))

"What's up with Izz?" Simone asked quietly, so that the grumpy girl wouldn't hear her.

"Um, she likes hot dogs?" Emmy shrugged unhelpfully. "I don't eat meat, but-- hey, are you the one that threw the hot dog?"

((Emmy doesn't know exactly what's wrong with Izz 'cause she couldn't see her face.))

"Nooooo..." Simone said, hurt. "I would never throw a hot dog at anyone!"

"I didn't think so," Emmy paused, considering, "But who threw it?" Emmy had no better edge on this than Izz and understood her frustration. Placing two ceramic bowls on the porch table, Emmy asked, "What kind of cereal do you want?"

Izz looked up, but stayed put.

"The blue kind," Simone said immediately. "Maybe that annoying sprite, you know, the one that can turn invisible sometimes? He does stuff like that sometimes."

"Berrie blues?" Emmy asked offhandedly. "Yeah, maybe, maybe..."

Emmy poured Simone a dry bowl of blue cereal, an identical one for himself, and, "I'd better go get Izz." Emmy fluttered over to her sister. "What kind of cereal do you want to go with your soda?"

Izz blinked up at Emmy from behind a mask of curled hair. "You mean it?" Emmy nodded. "Banana crisps are nice." Izz finally began to smile.

As Emmy walked away and motioned for Izz to follow, she called back, "Bring the hot dog."

"So," Simone said through a mouthful of cereal. "What do you want to do today?"

((Time for some action!!))

"Well," Emmy poured some soda on the cereal and spooned some into her mouth. Suddenly the half-invisible pixies were all around her eating the cereal and soda and blocking Simone from view.

Simone squealed and batted at the pixies. "Get away, annoying little pixies!" she said furiously.

Inch tall winged people stuck their tongues out at Simone and began to drink the soda from her cereal bowl.

Izz walked up solemnly and asked, "Why are you hollering?" in a monotone, uninterested, voice.

"Pixies are attacking our breakfast," Simone said furiously.

"Where? I don't see any." Izz's curly green hair brushed the sides of her face as she got out a ceramic bowl--- Pixies attacked the hot dog. "Whoa, they came out of nowhere."

Emmy rolled her eyes at her ignorant sister. "They're the ones that were attacking our breakfast, Isabel."

"Don't call me that!" Izz hollered as the hot dog repeatedly slapped her on the face. "Hey, I bet it was those pixies that threw this thing," she said holding the hot dog away from her face. Izz began to eat the sausage in large bites when she was finished she crossed her eyes in attempt to see the invisible creatures, "Take that pixies!" the shorter watermelon gal jeered cruelly.

"You know how much they love causing trouble," Simone said. "Really, pixies. If you're not careful, Izz and Emmy are gonna put a spell on you to make you all stop bothering us."

"Yes, yes we will," announced Izz. Emmy nodded in silent agreement.

The twinkling in the air fled away until it was out of sight.

((So, I think it's about time that we do some cartwheels and then have some of the Nutcracker's minions intercept us.))

((Yay! Cartwheels!))

"Soooo..." Simone said, finishing the last of her cereal. "I learned a new flip. Wanna see?"

"Sure!" Emmy yipped.

Izz munched on her carbonated banana crisps.

Simone got up and jumped into the air. She hovered there for a second, her wings beating, then they folded and she tucked and rolled in an amazing mid-air flip. She landed with perfect poise on her feet.

Izz and Emmy clapped excitedly.

"Let me show you mine!" Emmy was not much of a gymnast, but she could to handsprings as easily as a toddler could crawl. As Emmy set off handspringing through the grass, Izz moaned, she couldn't so much as do a somersault.

Elvish face appeared behind the leafy bushes.

"Do you see that?"

"See what?" Emmy and Izz sang in unison.

Little green feet stuck out from underneath the shrubs and the faces disappeared.

"I thought I saw an elf. In the bushes."

The green-haired heads whipped towards the leafy shrubs. Four green-clad elves somersaulted towards the fairies.

"Eek! Nutcracker elves!" Simone shrieked. She jumped into the air and hovered there, out of the elves' reach.

"The Nutcracker is obviously well enough to give orders." Emmy observed.

While Emmy did the talking, Izz took action. She squinted her eyes hard and peeled them open against the blinding sun. Water spouted out of her baby blue eyes and squarely hit two of the elves.

"Ooh, water!" Simone flew into the spray and it deflected off her wings to hit another two elves.

"Nice!" Izz made this comment rather sourly, Emmy happily.

The first two elves reacted harshly, extending elvish claws and baring their teeth to attack like angered wolves, but Emmy stomped on their heads with her bare feet.

Simone swooped in for an aerial attack. "Hee hee, can't catch me!" she sang, kicking the elves' heads as she flew by.

Eventually, half-unconscious, the elves retreated back to the bushes.

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The Nutcracker sat up stiffly, and moaned at the soreness in his back. Seeing the beat-up elves he growl, "Where's the girl?"

An incoherent response.

"What do you mean you couldn't get her? I only asked for one! Mainly because I knew the other would follow..." the Nutcracker's demanding voice trailed off in the darkness.




((Yay! The Nutcraker is back. How would you like to run this?))

((You decide))

((I'm thinking that they should just continue to lead normally lives, but be continually attacked by Nutcracker's minions. Then eventually one would have to be taken captive, so that the other (and Simone) would go after her. Then there would be a big all-out magic fight with lots of scars and fainting and, in the end, the watermelon gals would win. There would be rejoicing and happiness. Kind of like Saving the World Again. But I am also open to suggestions.))

((Sure!))

"Goodness," said Emmy. "Well, I've quite lost my appetite, so I'm going to work on the garden." The slender pink-skinned fairy made her way to a patch of sunflowers nearby. "Feel free to join me if you like.

Izz sat at the picnic table and began to eat her fizzing banana crisps.

"Can I water the flowers?" Simone asked cheerfully, flapping her wings so that water sprayed off of them.

"Sure," Emmy replied, handing her the green garden hose. Emmy sung to the flowers and Izz grabbed a metal watering can and marched over, trampling innocent shoots of grass where she trod. "Do be lighter-footed, Izz, please," said Emmy.

Happily Simone turned the hose on the garden, putting a thumb over the nozzle so it sprayed everywhere.

Izz placed the watering can beneath the hose that Simone was spraying and sat in the mud to watch the flowers.

Emmy walked over to the innocent grass and tended to it. Soon, the trodded upon shoots were standing up straight again reaching for the sun. Soon, Emmy laid back and watched the rainbow formed by the sunlight and the spraying water.

((What kind of minion this time? I think this one, another one, and then the next will be the one that succeeds. the fourth.))

((Ok. Um. How bouts a golem?))

((A water golem? Whatever type you want, how 'bout you make it appear this time?))

((Golems are always made of earth!))

The ground shook suddenly, then shook again. Simone slipped and fell, the watering hose falling from her hands. She shook water out of her eyes and looked around, bewildered. The ground kept shaking. Boom...boom...boom... "Is it just me, or does that sound like really big, heavy footsteps?" she asked.

Suddenly a golem could be seen, lumbering over a nearby hill. Simone squealed. "I knew it!"

((Sorry!!))

Emmy and Izz yelped. The golem was brown and ten feet tall.

((Is that what it's supposed to look like?))

((Yeah ^^ ))

Simone flew right up into the golem's face and leaned forward. "Go away, golem! You'll squash the garden!"

As Emmy flared with rage at the thought of a stupid golem attacking their beautiful fairy garden, Izz went icy. And Icy Izz wasn't cute like a figure skater, but demonic like the abominable snowman, silent but evil.

Emmy tossed useless fireballs at the golem, succeeding only in angering it.

Izz stared intently at the golem until a giant ice cube (1 ft x 1 ft x 1 ft) appeared above its head. Speedily, Izz raced past Simone and straight into the ice cube, breaking it full force.

The ice cube shattered over the golem, shards embedding in its body. As it looked down dumbly, Simone yelled "Hi-YA!" and did a full flip-kick, getting the golem in the face. Weakened by the ice that was quickly melting, the golem's head fell off its shoulders.

"Nice!" Izz called.

Emmy, following her sister's lead, began pummelling what was left of the golem with more ice shards.

Izz laughed as she played soccer with the golem's head, eventually turning it into fertilizer for the the garden the golem had invaded.

Simone jumped up and down on the golem's decapitated neck, forcing it to squish together until it was a pile of dirt.

"Yay!" Emmy cheered, soon to be joined by her sister ((and her friend?)).