Disclaimer: Satoru Akahori, Ray Omishi, Media Works, Mixx & ADV have the rights to Sorcerer Hunters and Sorcerer on the Rocks (a.k.a. Chivas 1-2-3). The plot is based on a variety of fairy tales. I wish I owned Potato Chips since he's one of the funniest characters I've encountered in anime but I don't; just get rid of Jeeves and he becomes squeezable--perverted still, but squeezable. I own only the story text and concept.
Unfortunately, the morning found Carrot peerless and shivering. After a brief search that provided no clues as to where his companion wandered off to, Carrot decided to carry on.
"Stupid. Gateau." Each word was a slash of Carrot's sword. "Stupid. Ouch! Thorns. Stupid. Test. Stupid. Thorns." There came a light noise from off to Carrot's left, somewhat like a cooing hiss. He halted straining his ears. Nothing. With a shrug, Carrot continued. "Now, where was I? Stupid. Gateau. Stup-d..." There it was again. "Well, now, it seems to me something wants me to go that way, so I guess I'll go that way. Right? Right."
Carrot veered off to the left, toward the sound. Within minutes, he was at the edge of a mirror like pond. The coo-hiss had completely silenced. Carrot picked up a rock and attempted to skip it across the water's surface, but hit with a plop. As the ripples cleared, Carrot watched his thorn torn reflection stare back at him with an exhausted expression. "Ouch. You don't look so good, pal. How d'ya expect to catch any ladies, lookin' like that?"
"How do you exthpecth to catcth any ladieth at all, lithle ugly man?" the reflection asked back.
Carrot jumped back from the water's edge. "Eeep! A ghost!!"
"I," began the reflection, "am noth a ghosth." The reflection wavered before settling into the new shape of a short, blond-haired boy.
"Hey! Who're you calling LITTLE, shorty!"
"Don'th call me SHOWRTHY!! I am Masther Pothatho Chipths tho you human!" Potato Chips face had become a blotchy red. "And hewre I am twying to help you outh."
"Help me?" Carrot moved in nose-to-nose with the little brat. "All you've done so far is insult me! I don't need your kind of help!" Carrot turned on his heel.
"Waith! Waith please! I'll be punisthed if I don'th help you!"
Carrot chortled to himself, waited ten seconds, and then turned back around. "Alright, Shorty. Help me."
"I said don'th call me 'Showrthy'!"
"I'll just be going!" Carrot turned to leave again.
"No! No. Call me whathever you like."
Carrot turned back. "Now we're cooking with fire! Shorty."
Potato closed his eyes for a moment, before continuing on. He pushed both arms out in front of him, toward Carrot. One hand held a stone, the other a book. "Okay... Deawr Twavlewr.," he began like he was reading a really boring script. "Ith stheemsth asth if you've losth an ithem in my wathers. I will wrethuwrn ith tho you, buth wath ith thith sthone," he wiggled his left hand, "owr wath ith thith magathine?" His other hand flipped up the book. The title was "Bust-ed!" and on the cover was the image of a nearly naked woman.
Carrot slapped his hands on the magazine. "Girly mag!! Definitely, the girly mag!! That's mine! That was it! Come to Carrot-"
Potato wrenched Carrot's hands from the cover of the book, tossing both the magazine and the stone far into the waters behind him. "Ha! Justh kidding!! Thath's MY giwrly mag!!"
Carrot dissolved into tears for his lost tome of desires, before exploding into anger. "What the hell you do that for? I'da shared, you little pipsqueak!!"
Potato's eye glinted. "I can sthow you whewre loths of giwrly mags thare."
"Really?" Anger forgotten, Carrot latched onto Potato, tears of joy pouring down his cheeks.
"You goths tho thake me with you..."
"Not a problem, little buddy! You know I got your back!"
"Good." Potato popped out of the water like pimple, landing on Carrot's back.
"ARGH!! Get off, you little freak!!"
"Ahem. Giwrly Magths."
"I mean... hop on. Don't worry yourself, buddy. We wouldn't want you to hurt your precious feet, now would we?"
Potato pointed roughly toward the castle. "Thath way, mule!"
I'm gonna kill this puny punk as soon as those mags are mine.