Picklez: *sighs* Are you guys happy? I made the spoof.

Stormy: HURRAY! *throws confetti*

Wolf: GOOD JOB PICKLES!

Clover: You spelled "sensible" wrong..

Shads: Good job, Picklez, oh great chaos-creator

Puddle: Well... maybe you could RIGHT the spoof... Eh get it?

Picklez: No...just no...

Clover: ALRIGHT! LET'S GET THIS THING UNDER CONTROL!

Picklez: Nope. I write the spoof, I'm in charge. *pats her head* Sowwie, Clovoo. *claps paws* Alright. Now shut up and listen! *clears throat* Clover and Puddle can't seem to determine who is the better leader. So we're going to have an election!

Zar: Election? Like...voting?

Picklez: Eggzactly!

Hawky: DJ P-Storm against President Clovie!

Clover: *cracks knuckles* Call me Cloove the Groove.

Picklez: SHUT UP! *grabs ruler* Next Dreamie who talks gets smacked.

Dreamies: *silentness*

Picklez: Good.

Puddle: VOTE MEEEEE! *throws around campaign posters*

Picklez: *slaps Puddle with the ruler*

Puddle: *whimpers and sits down*

Picklez: Good Puddle. Now, since I came up with the idea, I'm in charge today.

Clover: *EXTREME DEATH GLAAAAAAAAAARE*

Picklez: Shut up.

Clover: I didn't say any--

Picklez: SHUSH. *smacks with ruler*

Clover: -.-

Picklez: Good. Now, I never listened or learned about politics or anything, because they are freaking confuzzling and BO-ORING, so I'm gonna make up my OWN type of election! *throws paws in the air happily* Actually, I'm just gonna do whatever the heck I want. Don't complain-- *holds up ruler* --because I win all arguments.

Dreamies: 0_0

Picklez: YAYSIES! *skips over and magically conjures a magical thing of magical magic magicness*

Hawky: O great and powerful Picklez, what is this magical thing of magical magic magicness?

Picklez: Um...no idea yet. An election box thingy? IDK. I'm not 18, I haven't voted yet!

Zar: Speaking of...*looks around* I don't think any of us are 18. StarClan, we're not old enough to vote!

Shads: I'm 17! CLOSE ENOUGH

Dreamies: *running in circles wailing and throwing popcorn at one another*

Sweet: CALM DOWN!

Dreamies: ...No. *resume to previous actions*

Sweet: Well, I tried. *throws paws up and walks away.*

Picklez: *calls after her* WE'LL REPLACE YOU!

Sweet: *scrambles back and bows at Picklez's paws* PLEASE DON'T REPLACE ME! I HAVE A FAMILY! *looks longingly at Larry the maple tree* I'M PREGNANT WITH LARRY'S KITS! *holds up bags of maple tree seeds* I CAN'T LEAVE HIM TO CARE FOR THE CHILDREN ALONE!

Stormy: ...oooooooooooookay.

Picklez: Fine. Whatevs. *walks back up to the Dream Rock and stands tall* Listen up Dreamies! The time has come! DJ P-Storm and Cloove the Groove cannot seem to decide who would make a more legible leader!

Clover: Me, obviously.

Puddle: *snorts*

Clover: -.-

Picklez: AAAAAAAAAAND we're going to decide for them! I'm too lazy to set up politics, so this magical box *gestures to an invisible box* will be where you put your vote!

Shads: Works for me.

Night: I'm booper excited!!

Wolf: Same. Can't wait to see who everyone likes better!

Clover&Puddle: *glare at each other intensely*

Picklez: SOOOOOOOOO *holds up a stack of paper* Write down who you think should be leader AND *holds up magical box* Put it in THIS box! You may begin!

After a long hour of the Dreamies all silently wondering who to pick, voting for a leader, or waiting impatiently for everyone to choose, the box was full and all the Dreamies had voted. Picklez woke from her nap, yawned, stretched, and clumsily staggered over to the box.

Picklez: Time to count the votes!

Another hour later...

Picklez: zzzzz....one hundred ninety...eight...one hundred...ninety nine...two...hundred....zzzzzzzz...

Puddle: WAKE UP!

Clover: WAKE UP!

Picklez: AWAKE. *scrambles to paws* The votes are in! We have...

SUSPENSEFUL PAUSE...

Picklez: Two hundred votes for DJ P-Storm, and two hundred for Cloove the Groove! IT'S A TIE!!!!!

Dreamies: *le gasp*

Hawky: How is that even possible? There are only ten DreamClan warriors, minus Puddle and Clover equals eight. How can there have been FOUR HUNDRED votes?!

Picklez: I told you its a magical box...

Night: BRO.

Picklez: What? I DUNNO WHAT TO DO NOW.

Puddle: A party?

Clover: A party cooler than Puddle's?

Puddle: A party awesomer than Clover's?

Clover: A party epicer than Puddle's?

Puddle: A party amazinger than Clover's?

Clover: A party--

Picklez: SHUT UP. WE NEED TO MAKE SOMEBODY LEADER FIRST. RRRRRRGH THIS IS SO FREAKING FRUSTRATING.

Shads: Sorry, bro. *pats back*

Picklez: I feel useless! What a world, what a world!!!! *cries*

Nyancat: *runs in* I HAVEN'T VOTED YET! *grabs slip of paper and scribbles something down, then hands it to Picklez*

Picklez: *le gasp*

Dreamies: *lean in* WHO WON?!

Picklez: The winner is...

SUSPENSEFUL PAUSE...

Picklez: NYANCAT!

Dreamies: What?

Hawky: How is that even possible?

Night: Its not...

Zar: HOLD ME MOMMY. *jumps into Stormy's paws*

Stormy: Zar... Asterkit is my kit DX

Sweet: Welp. Larry, the kids and I are moving. I can't bear to leave ya'll, but...*sigh*

Clover: -.- If you move Larry, he'll die.

Sweet: IM STAYING FOREVER! (:'D

Nyancat: NYANCAT WILL RULE!! *evil grin* DREAMCLAN SHAL
PERISH UNDER MY RULING!

Wolf: HOW THE FREAKING FLIP DID THAT FREAKING POOPFART WIN THIS FLIPPING THING?! HOW?! PICKLEZ, ANSWER ME BEFORE I TEAR YOUR THROAT OUT!

Picklez: Whoa, Wolfie, calm down. *holds up paws defensively* I have my reasons.

Wolf: Dumb reasons.

Stormy: *calms Wolf down*

Shads: Why would you do this, Picklez?

Puddle&Clover: I WAS GOING TO WIN! *glaaare at one another*

Hawky: Picklez, show me what Nyancat wrote.

Picklez: NU.

Dreamies: SHOW US NOW.

Picklez: *throws the paper at them* I'M SORRY!

THE PAPER READS:

Dear Picklez,
Please declare me victor, as I have always wanted to be dubbed a leader. Please do not actually choose me. I would like to cause a bit of chaos in DreamClan. Thank you for considering my suggestion.
Your flightful friend,
Nyancat Rainbowsparklebutt Poptart

Clover: Wow, Picklez. That is just low.

Picklez: PLEASE FORGIVE MEH! D:

Shads: no

Sweet: *looks up a Larry* Larry, what do you think about this?

*Larry's leaves make sounds*

Sweet: That's what I thought.

StarClan: Puddle is still better....