N/A: This can be seen as a somewhat sequel to The Poorly Planned Revenge but ending completely different, seeing as that story is actually not completed, yet. This is dedicated to Mrs. Mansnoozie who requested it. I have also realized my prologues are short. Hmm, have to work on that one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians, DreamWorks does, unfortunately. Also Worst Witch owns the Foster's Effect.

Prologue

North had finally found the perfect spell, well he thought he had. He really hadn't expected the outcome to be...well this.

Of course, you're most likely wondering what happened right? Well, though the reasons are still undetermined, Jack had turned into a child, around the age of four or five. It had taken three weeks for North to "find" the correct spell. During that time, the Guardians had been left to figure out how to care for a four year old Jack, who, just to make the task even more difficult, had no memories. None whatsoever. This also just about happened to the end of February. Because, the fates of the Universe deemed to torture the Guardians, namely a certain Pooka who was often left in charge of the child. A four year old Jack running around the Warren a month before Easter, Bunnymund was not a happy camper. But Jack had been, what's the word? Attached? Clingy? Something like that. Jack had taken to the Pooka like a bee to honey. The kid had practically cowered behind him at the site of North and well Tooth...err. I think we all remember what happened o Sophie last year. Sandy was always busy anyway. So guess what Bunny? You get stuck with a crazy four year old!

Anyway, that is currently irrelevant to the task at hand. You see when North had used one of his spells, it had created a Foster's Effect like no other. You see a golden light had surrounded Jack who had been in the middle of the Guardians but it had also surrounded Sandy.

And now you are officially caught up with the current events. Wait, I'm missing something aren't I? Oh yeah, whoops! So Sandy, yeah well let's just say there is now a very confused four year old Sandy in over flowing fabric of his yellow sand robe. Jack looked curiously over at the other toddler.

So, yeah, the Guardians now had two four year olds on their hands. And Easter is in a week.

Oh, before I forget. You are probably wondering who the beautiful, fantastic narrator of this story is right? Right? No? Well then, I'm just going to bore you all with specific details about my life, every last detail!

No, I'm not that mean!

Anyways, my name is Cheyenne Arts. And if you can't guess I am the minor Guardian of Creativity. And yes, there are major Guardians. like the big five, and minor Guardians like me! We minors just don't get mentioned a lot though. I don't know why though I mean I have paint for weapons and these awesome paint brush swords. But apparently paint is not a "cool and useful weapon" or some other garbage. Anyway, no need to be depressing, onto details about me!

I'm about four hundred years old but I look about eighteen. I have light skin, dark ocean blue eyes, and long but very thin chestnut brown hair. I would like to consider myself sweet and lovable but I'm also crazy and random! So you're all probably wondering what is the purpose of the random Guardian right?

Well, you hypocritical people, I am very important! I mean, know one could do anything interesting without me! We'd all go back to the dark ages. Where there was all this darkness and no color what so ever!

Oh, you meant this story didn't you.

Well, I am still important! I am one of the Sandman's closet friends. We met awhile after my "birth" and we've been friends ever since. Well, maybe more on my part. I mean come on! Sandy is so...hot! And it helps that I never got my growth spurt so I;m only like a few inches taller than him. I mean it could totally work but well Sand can make you blind sometimes right?

Anyway not important, what is important is that we figure out how to get my Sandman back... and you know Jack too.