Xordan should have been in this, but I figured I'd torture Moon a bit. 
It's not nearly as evil as I had planned, but what can I say... I'm just too nice. 
Enjoy~Scene Sixteen.
~As the Moon Falls Down~
The little snowglobe expands quickly, encompassing everything around Moogie. She watches in amazement as she is whisked inside, strawberry and Moon figurine in hand, to a large hall. The room is beautifully decorated, with long satin drapes across the marble walls and long, elegant tables laid out with food, so delicious-looking that it defies all possible description. I won't try to describe it. Trust me, the second your eyes would fall upon such a description, your stomach would leap out and throw itself repeatedly against the screen in an attempt to reach it. And then you'd have to clean up the mess. I'm just being kind here.
Moogie, gasping in delight- "Oh my god! My wildest dreams have come true!! All this food for me!"
Because you know, apparently not only am I writing this, but I'm also inside the scene.
Moogie, existing in two places at once- "Funny that, isn't it?"
Quite, as long as it doesn't cause a paradox and destroy life as we know it.
Moogie- "With food this good, who cares?"
Moogie, deciding the food is henceforth more interesting than anything else in the world (even the danger of ripping apart the very fabric of existence), quickly squishes the little figure of Moon inside the strawberry and dismissively throws it over her shoulder. But before she can trip over herself running like a possessed crazy woman towards the mouthwatering buffet, people of all shapes and sizes suddenly appear around her, dancing together joyfully. And when I say "all shapes and sizes", I mean it; this is a fancy dress party with a difference.
This is the Fruit Ball!
Through crowds of twirling people dressed up as lemons and bananas, apples and cherries, hidden beneath masks of custard pie and swiss cheese (well you need holes for eyes, right?), Moogie notices him; Moon stands watching her whistfully, his arms by his sides... though really his arms are quite far apart, resting on his giant strawberry suit. His head is poking out of a hole at the top, while his feet struggle to keep the huge fruit balanced under the immense weight. He wears a large green hat above his red-painted face, completing the costume. He shuffles towards Moogie unsteadily, but with a calm, serious expression.
Moon, approaching slowly dispite the high speed shuffling of his feet- "Ok, I know I made a promise, but... I'd like that figure back now."
Moogie- "Oohhhh... oh right, I get it now, ya... hey, where did I throw that thing again?"
Moogie searches behind her and spots the little figure amidst the dancing feet of an enormous cherry. But before she can pick it up, the cherry accidentally kicks it across the floor. She hears a stifled cry behind her, and turns to see Moon disappearing through the crowd, arms and legs waving frantically as he rolls helplessly away. The dancing cherry turns to her.
Cherry- "Oh, sorry Moogs, didn't see ya there."
Moogie- "Who are you?"
Cherry- "I'm Lord Cherry Cherrington, at your service m'lady."
The giant strawberry rolls past and back into the midst of the crowd.
Moogie- "Seperot?? Erm... wow. Nice costume... I guess?"
Lord Cherry Cherrington, looking frightfully insulted- "Costume!? This is no costume! I am Lord Cherry Cherrington of the Cherry Elite! We will rule the world! Down with the Banana Samurais!!"
Before she can reply, the cherry spots a large, thin banana doing the tango nearby and waddles furiously over to him. Moogie looks on as he pounces on the unsuspecting fruit, and they begin rolling clumsily around on the floor, arms swinging wildly amidst cries of "Bananas suck!" and "Cherries must die!".
Meanwhile, the giant strawberry continues its collision course with everyone in the room as the little Moon figure skids around the dancefloor. Ignoring the rekindling Fruit Wars going on nearby, Moogie chases it through the crowds, always one step behind.
Moogie- "Darnit, come here! Hey you! Watch where you're dancing!"
She bumps clumsily into a prim looking woman dressed as a Lemon, adorned with citrous jewerly and a lemon-encrusted crown, who turns to her rather irritably. Moon yells a warning as he plows through an evergrowing group of warring cherries and bananas nearby.
Prim looking woman dressed as a Lemon- "Excuse me, girl. Who do you think you are? Telling me where to dance? Me, Princess Lemons, Arch Priestess of Lemonia and Empress of the Lemon Empire? You didn't even join in the Fruit Wars! Go away!!"
The little Moon-stuffed strawberry is sent flying underneath the buffet table with a swift kick. Moogie hears a rumbling growing quickly behind her, and stands up, eyes wide. She turns slowly to see the crowds parting either side of a giant red boulder bouncing uncontrollably towards her, its little legs and arms flailing in vain. Moon's expression is one of silent terror as he rolls across the floor towards her.
Like a scene from Indiana Jones, Moogie flees from Moon's giant strawberry suit through a crowd of oranges as they are helplessly knocked down like bowling pins. She dives under the table but meets a dead end- the glass of the snowglobe reflects the ominous image of its approaching doom.
Moogie jumps out of the way as Moon collides with the glass, shattering the globe. All the fruits are sucked out into the air and vanish, along with the shattered world, as Moogie lands amidst a mountain of screwed up bits of paper and old, torn documents. The squished fruit lands nearby, splattering on the ground and releasing the figure within. Moon, dressed as his normal self again, approaches and picks it up. Moogie looks around, confused.
Moogie- "Where am I? I don't remember..."
Formatting fixed at Moon's request. 
--Santiago
