The J had finally figured it out. Since it was just a story and not the real world, you couldn't really "dig all the way to china," but you would just dig through the bottom of the story instead. He picked up his phone to call the Jessi and tell her about it, but nobody answered. He decided to call the Steve, who was a ghost ever since the Paul killed him in a pencil fight.

"Hello," said the Steve.

"Hi," said The J, "Have you seen the Jessi around lately?"

"No, but I wanted to ask you if I could bring another character into the story, " said the Steve.

"Oh yeah sure, go ahead," The J told him, "but call me if you see the Jessi."

"Okay, bye." The Steve reached up out of the story into the real world and pulled Curtis into the story with him. "Yippee!" said the Steve, "Now we have a Curt!"

Now the Curt was really smart, close to The J, so he figured out a lot of stuff about the story. It also helped that he'd read some of the other stories that came before this one. He knew that the author is an idiot and thinks that the same thing happening in two stories is perfectly okay, so he figured that someone had to be lost in another story in need of rescuing. He went to The J's house. This paragraph was starting to get a little long, so he said something.

"Hey, J," he said, "I just made a long paragraph."

"Good for you," said The J.

"I got a question," said the Curt, "I was wondering if you died after the end of that last story or not, I couldn't tell."

"Oh, yeah," said the Jay, "but it's cool since I'm a ghost now."

"Like the Steve and the Ooo Ooy?"

"Not the Ooo Ooy," said The J, "I drowned him in the next story down since I was mad at him for killing me and the Jessi. But it's awesome to be a ghost, since I can still do everything I could do before and walk through walls and float in the air as an added bonus."

"Yeah, that's great," said the Curt, "but right now we should go get the Jessi and bring her back."

"Where is she?"

"She's in the next story down," said the Curt.

"Oh," said the J, who understood how the Curt could have figured it out, "Come in here, You need something to drink."

They went into The J's kitchen and the Curt had a glass of Death Drink. He instantly died and became a ghost. "Are you ready to go, or are you going to need to get used to the ghost thing first?" asked The J.

"Let's go," said the Curt.

They floated down through the ground because ghosts can do that, and after a while, their heads stuck through the bottom of the story. Then they were in the top of the next story down. They slowly floated down into the story and their clothes turned into blue cloaks and blue pointy hats with moons and stars on them. Magic wands and scrolls formed in their hands. They started falling, so Curtlin checked his scroll for a spell to help them. They hit the ground just after he found it.

"Oh well," said Jalin, "It didn't really hurt much anyway."

"Just a minute," said Curtlin, "I need to find out what our names are in this story." He found an answer spell and cast it on himself. "The answer is 5,496.43," he said, "Oh, I guess that was the wrong spell."

"Let me try one," said Jalin, "Here's an anti-forgot-my-name spell." He cast it on both of them. "Hello. My name is Jalin."

"Hello. My name is Curtlin."

"So we're probably looking for Jessilin." Curtlin nodded. Jalin looked in his scroll and cast a spell on a dandelion. It went"POOF!" and turned into a person.

"Would you happen to know of a wizard named Jessilin?" asked Jalin.

"Yes," said the dandelion-man, "and I can take you to her if you'd like."

The dandelion-man took them into the nearest city. Then he took them to where Jessilin lived. Jalin turned him back into a dandelion and poofed a flower pot around him. Curtlin picked it up and stashed it in his cloak. They went inside, but nobody was there.

"There's nobody here," said Curtlin. Jalin looked around a little to make sure Curtlin was right, and he was.

"Great," said Jalin, "now we have to go looking for her." They left for the castle since they figured SOMEBODY there could help them. Curtlin rang the doorbell. The drawbridge dropped on them and a guard walked out. He looked around and saw no one.

"Darn kids," he mumbled as he went back inside. With the drawbridge not on them, Jalin and Curtlin put their thumbs in their mouths and blew. They inflated back to non-pancake shape.

"Cool," said Curtlin, "it's like in the cartoons." Jalin was looking at a poster on the drawbridge. It said Today's Schedule on the top and he noticed that Jessilin was scheduled to be burnt at the stake in--he checked his watch--45 minutes! "That's right," said Curtlin, "there weren't any girl wizards, they were witches." The two blue wizards checked their scrolls and then decided to go to the local magic shop.

"I'm sorry, mister, but my boss says I have to charge fifty gold pieces for these--there's no way I can just give them to you."

"I'll handle this, Curtlin," said Jalin. He waved his wand and said some nonsense words. One hundred gold pieces poofed above the boy, and since this story had gravity, he was buried by them.

"Keep the change," said Curtlin as he took the black cloaks and hats and left with Jalin. They went back to Jessilin's house, locked the doors, pulled the shades, and turned on the security system.

"Hey author!" yelled Jalin, "Why the heck did we just buy these black hats and cloaks for?" They stuck their hands up the black pointed hats and felt tags, so they turned them inside-out. The tags read: MAGIC BLACK POINTY HAT AND CLOAK TO ACTIVATE CAST SPELL ON REVERSE SIDE.

"Oh," said Jalin, "sorry I doubted you, author. "They put on the black cloaks and hats. Curtlin cast the spell from inside the hats. We'd tell you what exactly he said, but the hat and cloak manufacturer said that the hats and cloaks wouldn't sell anymore if people knew the spell.

"Nothing happened," said Curtlin, "let's go get our money back."

"No way, Curtlin," said Jalin, "you're invisible .Besides, it wasn't our money anyway."

"I don't think so," said Curtlin after looking at his hands that he could see. He was really invisible, but when you're invisible, you can see invisible things.

"Trust me." Jalin cast the spell on himself. "Come back to the castle with me and I'll prove it." They went to the castle and Jalin made faces at everyone along the way and nobody seemed to notice either of them. When they got to the castle, they couldn't decide what to do, but the drawbridge opened and two guards walked out and stood on it. Jalin and Curtlin took this opportunity to get inside.

When they found the dungeon where Jessilin was being held, Curtlin found the keys lying on a shelf. He quietly lifted them off and unlocked the door to Jessilin's cell. Jalin cast the invisibility spell on her and put his finger to his lips to keep her from waking the guard. (Why is it that prison guards are always sleeping?) Jalin went to the throne room and Curtlin and Jessilin waited in the dungeon.

"Yaaaahhh!" he yelled, "Ieeeee! Booga-booga! Blaaaah! Eeeek!" The guards from all over the castle ran in there to investigate. All three invisible friends made their way to the drawbridge. Jessilin noticed a switch that was on closed, so she pulled it to open. The drawbridge dropped and they ran out of the castle. Curtlin made sure to drop the keys on the drawbridge in case they had a real bad guy to lock up.

When they were back at the place where Jalin and Curtlin had landed, Curtlin put the pot back where the dandelion came from. Jalin poofed away the pot. "Always replace your divots," he said. Curtlin cast a levitation spell and they all floated upwards until their clothes went back to normal. The scrolls and wands disintegrated and they were ghosts again.