The seemingly countless number of Prinnies that were under the command of their slave driver Etna - and even more demanding Overlord Laharl, ever since he announced, "You're servants are my servants, too!" Honestly, didn't he have enough already? - were all huddled closely in their cramped living quarters. Quarters which nobody aside of them knew about, to ensure that they would not be found when they decided to take days off every once in a while. They had come to dub these days Prinny Days, and felt that they deserved every one they had taken!

The cozy quarters warm with the glow of the most treasured possession inside of it; A small television set which, with a lot of teamwork, they had managed to sneak out of Laharl's castle unnoticed. They wouldn't say that they stole it, though, as the Overlord did owe them over a month's worth of wages. This, they figured, was just their service charge for having to wait so long. Along with the extra Prinny Day they were taking, too.

All Prinny eyes were glued to the TV screen, as a box of tissues was being passed around the group. Each Prinny held a tissue tightly in their hand, occasionally using it to wipe their eyes or blow their beaks, as more startling revelations were exposed on their absolute favourite television program; All My Prinnies, the first soap opera with a full Prinny related plot and cast. It truly was the epitome of shows, ranging from random and pointless humour, to heart wrenching emotional drama. Today's episode was featuring the latter.

"My dearest, Pringa..." The show's main protagonist, Pringstine, started dramatically, grabbing onto the wings of the Prinny opposite to him. "We cannot be together anymore, dood."

"But, Pringstine! Why not, dood?" The aforementioned, female Prinny, questioned with teary eyes.

"Because, dood, I know the little Prinny you're carrying isn't really mine."

The woman gasped in an over-exaggerated manor, pulling her wings away from Pringstine's. "How did you find out, dood?!"

Pringstine took a drawn out soap opera-esque pause, letting the suspense mount before answering. "That's because... I'm not really Pringstine, dood. I really am---"

BANG!!

A loud, earth shaking bang interrupted the sounds of the television, and tore the Prinnies' attention away from the show. They uneasily looked behind them to see their quarters' door off it's hinges, now lying on the floor. What was even more unnerving was the very angry looking Overlord standing on top of it.

"D-D-Dood?! What are you doing here, dood?!" One of the Prinnies, Ulrich, questioned in a panic, hopping beind one of the others.

"You guys are in no position to be asking questions! The great Overlord's stomach has been growling for hours, with nobody except Flonne to make me something to eat! What the hell have you been doing?!" Laharl demanded, his eyes glowing red, and hair standing on end. He really did not like having to go hungry when he had vassals whose whole purpose in life was to make sure things like that didn't happen.

Ulrich, along with many of the other Prinnies, began to sweat furiously, not quite sure what to say. They couldn't very well tell the truth: We didn't feel like doing manual labour for free, for someone who we weren't even supposed to originally serve, so we decided to totally ignore you today, dood. Besides, we couldn't miss All My Prinnies! They somehow had the feeling that saying that would just piss Laharl off, and none of them wanted to face his or Etna's wrath today.

"Uh... Didn't we have the day off, dood?" Ulrich asked sheepishly, putting a wing behind his head with a nervous chuckle.

"I would never give you a day off! If I did, I wouldn't have anyone to serve me--" Laharl cut off his annoyed response when he caught a glimpse of the Prinnies' TV, and what was on it. "...What the hell are you watching?'

"All My Prinnies, dood." Numerous Prinnies answered in unison, before it clicking in that they had missed out on Pringstine's true identity being revealed. "Hey, you made us miss the best part, dood!"

Ignoring whatever the the Prinnies were ranting about, Laharl continued to stare at the screen, bewildered. "...Since when do Prinnies have TV shows?"

"Since PNN, dood!" Ulrich exclaimed enthusiastically.

"PNN...?"

"Prinny Nation Network, dood." The first network made by Prinnies and for Prinnies. It was something to truly look at with pride, as it was a big stepping stone on their long awaited path to liberation.

Laharl blinked, letting everything that he had just learned sink in. He honestly didn't know that those idiot Prinnies were smart enough to develop a TV station, and actually make shows to play on it.

With another impatient growl coming from his stomach, the Overlord's mind immediately switched back to if-my-stomach-growls-one-more-time-I'm-seriously-going-to-kill-something mode, taking higher priority over anything the Prinnies were capable of. "Whatever. Just get your asses back to the castle, and maybe I'll spare your lives this time."

With that, Laharl turned his back to the Prinny squad, and began walking back toward the door. Or atleast, where the door used to stand. He heard what sounded like desperate scurrying coming from behind, but he just ignored it, as it abruptly stopped just as suddenly as it started.

Something else, however, did cause Laharl to stop in his tracks, and turn around. A sudden realization. "Hey! Since when do you guys have a T--?!"

Laharl stopped his question when he saw that nobody was longer around to hear it. The quarters were now empty, and the Overlord's eyes once again lit with a fiery red. "PRINNIES!!"

Owari!

A/N: So, what do ya think? Should I bother writing more random Prinny-ness? Le me know, 'cause it's a lot of fun, doods! XD