Why have you not been placed in an asylum? Not that I'm complaining, but still, you are quite obviously mad! And I love it. Your stories are some of the best that I have read in a long, long, long time. You are to be congratulated.

Yours,

MAJ. Rorek Ngolmo

The Loremaster Alchemist

State Alchemist of the Amestrian State Military

I don't really know what to say, except that this was brilliant. The ending made my poor, tiny brain hurt, but the Joker/Wendy fun made up for it. :) The "pillow fights" happen to be the funniestthing I've seen on fanfiction (and that's coming from an obsessed parody-reader).

So...hugely entertaining, fun, humorous, sweet, and...yeah, awesome. :)

Brilliant, just utterly brilliant. Somehow, you managed to capture Wendy so well that it just blew me away. The Diary was so flipping authentic I could scarcely believe it was a work of a fan...

I just wanted to let you know, in my own creepy way, (let's face it, I review too much, very sorry, but reviews always cheer -me- up, so here's one more, tada)... that this story means a lot to me. I always come back to it when I'm feeling happy and sunny, and I must have read it at least three times by now. It's one of my most favorite pieces in this place- romantic, funny, well written, silly plot, has all of the characters I love, it always makes me just happy-cheerful-giddy and I come away feeling that way for at least a week. I love it, I love what you've done with it, and I'm probably going to keep reading it until I memorize every line. Now I'll quit cluttering your inbox... and read through it one more time. Goodnight!

Wow, it's finally over. And, Wendy was insane? Or am I missing something... It really was a dampener on my mood to discover that Nancy was never really there after all. While I wish you hadn't ended it quite like that, I still enjoyed the chapter. Now, excuse me while I go cry in my corner because you reminded me that Nancy was dead. Or, maybe I won't start crying just yet, because I was laughing hysterically just a few minutes ago, and I don't doubt that Mum would find reason to call a psychologist if my behavior seems too strange. Hmm...I believe I shall go look for other stories by you. Until the next story, your faithful reviewer,

-Naolin.

Well, I might smack you. I mean, the TV Wendy depressed me. Any other character would be fine though. Although I'm a horribly loyal Yomiko/Nenene fan, so I may have to put that aside...Oh well. I suppose it doesn't matter, as I was a Yomiko/Nancy fan before I was converted by an extremely convincing friend. I'm almost sad that the story's going to end, even if it means an end to threats involving taping my mouth shut coming from my friends.

Well, looks like this review will be longer then the last. It's horribly inconvenient that you can only review each chapter once. Anyway, I'm not as impatient as one might think. I happen to enjoy Wendy's rambling about metal chairs and drooling over a constantly absent Mr. Joker. Also, while diaries happen not to care whether you finish recounting adventures, I feel most differently, and am put out at having to wait. But it's here now, so eh. Well, on to this chapter. Oh, dear. That not laughing thing isn't working. Really though, how is one not supposed to laugh when reading this- 'And thus, it was a happy ending for everybody!

Aside from Mr. Bone, who promptly blew up.

And the boy holding the dessert, who was first crushed to death by a refrigerator door, and then his remains blown up.

And Agent Rock, who still had a tummy ache and couldn’t find any medicine.

And Yomiko, who still couldn’t get out of the cake.

And Drake, who rather resented being pulled in after her.

And Mr. Joker, who was a little miffed that no one was responding to his repeated attempts to get our attention through Yomiko and Nancy’s transmitters.

And me, who was still stuck in that silly maid outfit, with a right pervert of a mouse following me around.

Well, at least Nancy was happy, if one doesn’t count the fact that she had to watch the rest of us making fools of ourselves. And the little pieces of Mr. Bone she had to pick off of her shoulder.' Eh, I should stop inserting parts. But then you won't know what I'm talking about unless I describe it with extreme accuracy, which I really don't feel like doing right now. No...She's home. I didn't want it to end. I rather enjoyed the missions. Maybe she'll get promoted? Am trying to think of agents worse than Wendy. Am drawing blanks. Next chapter, ho!

A note, because I do so like to nit-pick; it should be 'tried to exchange' looks with Drake, not exchanged. But oh well. I'm not quite sure how Mr. Joker can say 'Dr. Bone’s center of nefarious baked goods' with out cracking up. Though is it rather hard to imagine Mr. Joker 'cracking up'. Also, that paragraph- 'Yomiko said thoughtfully that this was kind of a good point, and I have to say, even though I have developed a personal policy against agreeing with Agent Rock on anything, I agreed. With Yomiko, thus maintaining the integrity of my personal policy.' made me come dangerously close to having the moniter smashed by my rabbits(at least, I'm sure if they could speak/hold large metal objects there would have been a danger) as they were inside, and I was supposed to be feeding them. But they did end up getting fed, just slightly later than usual.

Still listening to Nightwish. Am hoping Mum does not confiscate speakers. That last chapter made me try desperately hard not to laugh, as Mum has threatened taking away the computer altogether if I don't get some work done. So far, it's not working. Florence? I pity the man. And that escape plan bit didn't help the laughter. In fact, it made it much, much worse.

A black hole of sheer deliciousness? Wonderful. It makes dying sound almost attractive. This story is making me love Wendy even more, and that's kind of hard, considering I have practically every screencap with her in it. . And wouldn't it be hard to be evil if your cape had eclairs?

Hurrah. Chapter of the references. Very fun references. I finally regained the computer, several hours earlier than I expected. Yay me. I've been listening to Nightwish for the last hour, and I show no signs of stopping. Now, on to the review. Is it even possible to finish twenty books in fifteen minutes? Well, stories have no logic, and it _is_ Yomiko. Still, I consider myself a mini-Yomiko, as it has yet to take me longer then a day to finish a book. Hm, my reviews have turned into rambles. Hafta watch that.

Sacking...You are truly a master of comedy. Well, I can't read anymore until later tonight, but I'll look forward to it.

I regret to inform you that the tape didn't work. Thus I was thrown off the computer, and have only just regained it.

You know, Wendy seems awfully naive for someone who has such interesting daydreams about Mr. Joker. Oh well. I love her like that anyway. I have resolved to tape my mouth shut, in hopes that Mum doesn't wake up again.

No, no, longer chapters are good. That shampoo bottle recurring thing had me laughing so hard it woke Mum up. And at 4:30 am, it is a very bad idea to disturb her sleep. I have concluded that reading your stories is a health hazard. A very amusing health hazard.