Story: The Hunt for WW, Part I

When we left off, our intrepid heroes were wandering a strange world, trying to find a way home, having lunch when WW was kidnapped my a mountain witch. The rescue option with the most votes was "set a trap with cookies."

So, are we all caught up?

Lovely.

With the cackling old woman spurring her on, WW plunged into the forest, careening off trees and smashing through brush. With a blur of movement, TA followed, leaping through the treetops as she followed them into the forest. On the ground BSA, once again in wolf form, easily kept pace with the sprinting Amazon. Occasionally, they would attack the pair, attempting to dislodge the witch without hurting their friend. The witch blocked all their attacks, laughing as she forced WW to attack her would-be rescuers.
Back in the original clearing, DFL listened to the insane cackling, battle-cries, scenery-crashing, shuriken-whistling, ancient herd yodeling, and gleeful howling that accompanied the high speed forest chase. Sighing she settled herself against a tree. In the distance, glass shattered and metal gears screamed in agony as a battle-grade10-key was destroyed. A wolf’s grief-stricken wail echoed eerily from the forest, followed by more crashings, the small concussive boom of light ordinance, and the creaking of stressed timber as several trees crashed to the ground. DFL sighed again, and relaxed back into a nice sunny spot. Running around playing in the forest really wasn’t her style. She wondered how long it would take for her teammates to get bored. Another tree groaned and crashed in the distance. Honestly, DFL mused, it was like being with a group of puppies. Literally in BSA’s case. The rumblings grew closer. Bushes near DFL’s clearing burst apart as a charming Swiss cottage with enormous chicken legs plowed through. Draperies fluttered madly and doors swung wildly as the panicked cottage raced through the clearing. Just as it was about to plunge back into the trees a small ninja attacked from above, delivering a series of powerful kicks to the roof and façade. The cottage stumbled back a few paces before casually batting TA out of the air with one swift chicken foot. TA recovered from the hit, flipping through the air to slide across the ground, feet and hands digging small trenches in the soft earth. BSA sailed over the bushes, snarling and furious she began snapping at the cottage’s heels. Desperate to get away from the angry wolf the cottage once again plowed forward crashing back into the forest with BSA leaving angry bite marks all along the back deck. Finally a winded WW ran through the large path of broken shrubbery, while the witch screeched, “You leave my house alone you filthy mutt!!” They plunged after the cottage and back into the forest.
DFL lowered her aviators and cocked an eyebrow at TA who had landed nearby.
“Having fun?” She drawled.
“The witch won’t let WW go unless we catch that stupid chicken house.” TA explained, brushing dirt off her hands. “But it’s fast and tough, and encased in magical protection.”
DFL replaced her aviators, “This is going to take all day,” she grumbled.
“Can’t you take over its mind?” TA asked, “Or make it into kindling with your dictator powers?”
Dictator frowned, “I don’t think it has a mind, and it’s moving too fast and too erratically for me to catch.”
“Right,” TA closed her eyes and began forming a complicated set of symbols with her fingers. “I’ll just have to bring it down with my ninja flame-creating powers.” She intoned.
“TA sweetie,” DFL leaned forward, “Just because we’re in a magical forest doesn’t mean you have magical ninja powers.”
“Ha! Well then you how do you explain this?!” TA closed her eyes, and then yelled “Fireball JUTSU!!” There was a puff of smoke, and when it cleared, TA stood in the exact same spot, hands extended dramatically.
“What was that supposed to do exactly?” DFL asked.
“There should have been a fireball” TA peevishly waved away smoke, “Dang it!”
“I think you may be watching too much anime.”
“They’re bound to start generating soon. What’s the point of being lost in a fantasy world if you don’t get flamethrower powers?” TA demanded.
“Right,” DFL responded warily, “We should probably focus on the whole rescue WW thing right now. Let’s get BSA back here and come up with some sort of plan.”
Her eyes glazed over as she sent out her mental commands. Soon, BSA came romping back into the clearing, her mouth full of ornate roof shingles. She spat them out and morphed back into her human shape, “What’s up kids? There’s a magical house that needs tearing apart.”
“We can’t tear the house apart. We need it to rescue WW.” TA pointed out.
“It destroyed my favorite ten key. It’s going down.”
“Well, obviously it doesn’t want to live with the old lady. So if we catch it and give it back, that would be an even better revenge for you.” DFL argued.
“Very well,” BSA folded her arms, “what do you propose?”
“A trap!” TA exclaimed.
“You’re a ninja. You always want to set a trap.” DFL replied.
“Besides, how do you trap a house?” BSA asked. Then she stopped. An amazing idea lit her eyes. “Oh I’ve got it. I’m about to be brilliant.” She started to laugh, TA and DFL moved back a few steps. “It’s time for Extreme Home Makeover!!” BSA yelled triumphantly.