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Challenge: None
Title: Road Trip
Words: 599
Rating: G
Notes: So, I found out that Olette shares a voice actress with another Disney-related character, and that spawned fic! Oh, inspiration, how fickle thou art.

"...hey guys," Olette calls, "I think I found something."

The animal, if it is possible, looks even more delighted by the sheer sound of her voice. It has even stopped drooling on her hair. Score, she thinks; but then it opens its mouth again and its breath reeks of avocados and fish and all sorts of things that she hates.

"HEY," she repeats. The animal does not move from its position on her stomach. The knobby root that is sticking into her back does not make the situation any pleasanter.

"Whaaaat?" Hayner drawls, leisurely strolling into the jungle clearing. "C'mon, Olette, you keep freakin' out at every little bug-- WHAT THE HECK."

He jumps back and nearly lands on top of Pence, who had been following him, at a considerably faster pace, and points with a trembling finger at the animal, mouth working soundlessly.

"Whoa, what IS that thing?" Pence says, pushing past Hayner. He holds a hand out to it, smiling gently. "Hey, little guy.."

The animal spares him an indignant glance --Olette can breathe again, oh sweet fresh non-avocado-scented air-- and hisses, "No. Touchie."

"I-i-it can TALK," Hayner blinks and promptly adopts a fighting stance. "Who are you and what have you done to Olette?!" he demands, shifting his weight front and back, front and back, front and...

"Those are some nice teeth," Pence says appreciatively, but he retracts his hand. The animal smiles in agreement: "Aren't they? All those years of flossing really paid off," it says blissfully. "I won the Best Smile Award three years in a row back in kindergarten, it was awesome -- none of the other kids even had a toothbrush, though, which might have helped, y'know? And--"

"GET IT OFF ME," Olette pleads, attempting to stomp her feet on the ground and failing, due to the sheer weight of furry.. thing that lay on top of her.

"You could have just ASKED," says the animal, sounding a bit put out. It climbs off, and wobbles over to Hayner, who is still swaying in its general direction. ("Finally," Olette groans, sitting up slowly.)

"I don't like your attitude, boy," it warns, its 'boy' sounding like buuuuhhhoyyyy. "You're lucky I'm not in power today, or else something really bad might have happened! Nobody points at the Great Emperor Kuzco like THAT and gets away with it, oh no no," it says, waving its hoof to emphasize the statement.

"Emperor?" Hayner repeats, torn between a smile and outright disbelief.

"You don't look like much of an Emperor," Pence points out.

"Yeah, well, that's a minor detail," the animal snaps. "I'm only a llama for.. uhm, I don't know how long, but I'm gonna get Yzma to change me back to normal. Soon. So watch it, punk."

"Llama?" Pence frowns, tapping his chin. "Have I heard of that before?.."

"So," the llama-- Emperor-- Kuzco says, turning its attention back to Olette. "What's YOUR name, hottie?"

If she didn't know better, she would have sworn it waggled its eyebrow-fur-things at her. But she did know better (she hoped), so she settled for a very displeased look.

"Oh no you don't," Hayner says, and glares.

...

“I told you not to mess with that ship,” Olette says later. “See what you’ve gotten us into?”

"Shut up," Hayner mumbles in response, placing another bag of ice on his black eye.

Pence, on the other hand, can think only of his camera, growing dusty back in the Usual Spot. If he had known they were going on a trip like this, he'd have taken it with him.