Disclaimer: I do not own The Mr. Men series, Roger Hargreaves does. And I do not own Warriors, Erin Hunter does. I've loved The Mr. Men series for years now, and when I was younger, my mom would buy the books for me and read them to me, and I use to watch it every day. Even though some many see 16 is too old to like a show like this, I don't care. I grew up with it and I'll always love it. But I have only recently got into Warriors, but so far I love it! Now this story was first thought of by my friend, but she said I could finish writing it and post it as my first story. I really hope you all love it! Thanks! ^^

"The rising sun broke over the trees," Mr. Small was reading to Mr. Nosy, moving his eyes as he stared at the book he was holding in his hands," and flooded the clearing with light and warmth, and it seemed to Firestar that no dawn had ever been brighter." Coming to the end of the book, Mr. Small closed it and glanced up at his friend, who was wide eyed and letting out a soundless gasp.

"Wow!" Mr. Nosy exclaimed, shaking his head, his expression still surprised. "Bone killed Whitestorm, and Firestar killed Scourge!"

"I know," Mr. Small murmured. "That was amazing and interesting. Aren't Warriors great?"

"Uh huh." Mr. Nosy nodded slowly, seeming to be lost in thought.

Both fell silent; they had ran out of things to say. Mr. Small picked up the book that had been laying on his lap and hopped out of his chair. The book in his tiny hands, he started walking toward his and Mr. Nosy's room. It was a few moments before his friend joined him, stopping when he saw Mr. Small going through the closet, moving stuff aside.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Nosy asked as he walked toward his friend, who glanced at him before going back to moving stuff in the closet.

At first, Mr. Small didn't answer. Instead, he picked up six books—all Warriors. He backed out of the closet, a little unsteady as he carried the heavy stack over to his best friend. He set them in front of Mr. Nosy, who saw that The Darkest Hour, the book they just finished reading, was on top.

"Six books," Mr. Small muttered. "The first series."

"But aren't there more series?" Mr. Nosy asked.

"Yes, but these are the only books Dillydale has." Mr. Small sighed. "We looked all over the library and the book store." He walked to his bed and jumped on it, laying across the covers.

"Wait!" Mr. Nosy ran after his friend, skidding to a halt. Mr. Small jumped up in surprise, landing on his feet on the bed.

"What?" he gasped.

"Miss Magic!" Mr. Nosy simply answered, excitement edging his voice.

"What?" Mr. Small repeated in confusion.

"She does all those spells," his friend explained, smiling. "Maybe she could zap us all the Warriors books!"

"Maybe," Mr. Small murmured, uncertain. "But she's not really good with her spells." he added after a moment of thinking.

"You want the rest of the books, don't you?" Mr. Nosy demanded.

Mr. Small held his friend's gaze for a few minutes before replying. "I guess it's worth a try."

"Come on, then!" Mr. Nosy ran out of the room, heading toward the front door. But Mr. Small followed more slowly, uncertainly shinning in his tiny eyes.

They searched almost all of Dillydale, until finally they found Little Miss Magic. She was walking down the sidewalk with Mr. Funny. They stared at Mr. Nosy and Mr. Small, who were out of breath from running around half of Dillydale.

"What's wrong?" Little Miss Magic asked them in her Scottish accent, while Mr. Funny just looked at them anxiously.

While Mr. Nosy explained what he and his friend wanted Little Miss Magic to do, Mr. Small got his breath back. He had some time to think about this, while his friend told Little Miss. Magic about their request. Is this really a good idea? he thought a little uneasy. He had a feeling that nothing but trouble could come from this.

"You want me to zap you all the Warriors books here?" Little Miss Magic asked when Mr. Nosy was done talking.

"Yes." Mr. Nosy nodded.

"I don't know..." Little Miss Magic's voice died away.

"That's how I feel." Mr. Small said, glancing at his friend out of the corner of his eye.

Little Miss Magic thought about the request some more, and then she took out her wand, exclaiming, "I'll do it!"

"What?" Mr. Small gasped in horror.

"Yes!" Mr. Nosy said at the same time.

The two friends turned on each other.

"Why don't you want to get the books?" Mr. Nosy demanded.

"I just don't think it's a good idea." Mr. Small answered. "Maybe if we look around Dillydale, we might find some more—"

"There's no more Warriors books here!" Mr. Nosy snapped.

"There could be!" Mr. Small yelled back, starting to lose his temper.

Little Miss Magic and Mr. Funny ran in between them; Little Miss Magic held Mr. Nosy back, while Mr. Funny tried to calm Mr. Small down.

"Stop it!" Little Miss Magic told them. "Y'all are friends!"

Mr. Nosy and Mr. Small stared at each other for a while until finally, Mr. Small sighed and said to his friend," I'm sorry, Mr. Nosy. I do want to read all the other books." Then he looked at Little Miss Magic. "You can zap us the books," he told her.

"Great!" Little Miss Magic waved her wand while she said some magic words, and then darkness surrounded them all.

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