It has been mentioned earlier in this book that Blondeworld's population must, by law, have some sort of magical ability unless they are just visiting. However, it is fairly evident that there are many cool people who are not residents, people who live in the real world. Blondes have the tendency to go east, redheads to the south, people with brown hair to the north, and people with black hair to the west. There was a rumor of an all-redhead island in the east, but it couldn't have been true, because no place is completely one hair color.

       When one gets old and their hair color changes to gray or white or falls out, what they were when they were young remains true. But, should someone be born with white or gray hair naturally, they would be considered blonde—unless their hair was very dark gray. Of course, in every hair-color-segregated part of the Surreal World, there were always those with Green Cards who stayed where they didn't naturally belong but felt comfortable.

       Steve does not live in the Surreal World. This is because he has a problem with his possible talent of teleportation: He has the opposite problem that most do. There is a knack to teleportation, and most don't have it, but Steve does. He only lacks teleportational energy, he is somehow internally blind to it. Otherwise, he would live in the Surreal World.

       Aaron and Yakko, the giraffe and the walrus, have talents (a head like a jack and the ability to crash cars and say "buck-meow") but they are specifically suited to the Real World. Richard likes to surprise people, and in Blondeworld, they're hard to surprise, so he contents himself with visits. Meghan would soon be a resident as soon as her teleportation came under her better conscious control, and Laura is pretty much a lover of the Real World. Herminio feels no need to live in surrealism as he is content to be Surrealistic in the Real World, and Noble likes to drive over 100 mph and there are no cars in Surrealism. Brian, Amy's brother, was every bit as good a teleporter as Amy, but could not bear to part with his friends, the Mello Dees. Patricia would get into Blondeworld as soon as she perfected her flying technique, and Lindsay . . . maybe someday, after she invents her magic wand.

       They arrived in time to see Richard touching the guava tree with a look of wonder in his eyes. When he saw Amy and Julie he stopped, quickly.

       Julie removed Patricia and Lindsay, who were lousy teleporters but talented in their own ways, from her pockets and restored them to their normal height.

       Patricia, hungry for guava but lousy at climbing, stared longingly up the tree. She lifted a foot and carefully tried to swim up the air toward the guava, but though she came close, she still had a lot of practicing to do before she could move to Blondeworld. Amy picked a guava for her without touching it, and Julie assured Patricia that they would give her flying lessons at the Spam party.

       Lindsay announced that her magic wand was completed, and Amy and Juluie checked it over for major flaws. They pronounced it worthy to take all the others safely to Blondeworld, for they could not teleport them there, because twice through the astral vortex over the Real World in one day was all they could take, and they couldn't wait because . . . well . . . Steve had to go to the bathroom. They had to wait for Amy and Julie to teleport to several places to get the required people.

       Amy and Julie appeared in the chorus room at Chamberlain High. The sickening green risers, the annoying yellow plastic chairs, and the smell told them they were in the right place. But the wrong time. It was night.

       "Shit," screamed Julie, stamping her feet in frustration.

       "It's okay," assured Amy. "I'll do it. Just give me the wand."

       Julie always watched closely to see how Amy did it, but she never did quite manage to understand how she sped or slowed time so smoothly. It seemed all she needed was quiet, but Julie had tried in silence to have her way (!) with time and it never quite worked.

       It was day, and the Women's Chorus stopped singing mid-note. Mr. Compher, his shoes off, stopped and stared open-mouthed at them.

       "Oops," said Amy sheepishly. They went out in that little hall and Amy turned back the clock so their appearance wouldn't be so conspicuous.

       Amy and Julie walked out of the little room off the chorus room and found themselves a little earlier than the bell—perfect.