First, I just want to say to all you Mediator people, I know, I know, and the next chapter is almost all the way typed in. After I post this I'll go finish it, and as long as my computer stops messing up, I'll post it.

Okay, to the TMI people, IT'S OUT!!!!!!!!!!! And I'm so psyched. And my mom is out shopping right now, and I wish I were with her, but I'm at home babysitting instead, and so I've got to wait till Thursday until I manage to get the book. So that sucks. But, anyway, I decided to post this. Hopefully I'll get it done before or soon after April Fools' Day, but as anyone who's been following my other story can tell you....yeah, well, we'll just hope.

Soo, for the title, the first thing I thought of was Mortal Fools, but the only reason I thought of that is because sunshinerosesandDEATH is already using it for her story, which is great, btw, and really needs to be updated. I'm just saying. So, I could have always switched that around, and used April Instruments or something, but I didn't like that one.

I'm going to stop thinking of things to say now and let you read the story. It's been roughly proof-read, so I hope microsoft word caught everything I didn't.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments, though I am planning on going out on Thursday and buying the third one!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jace rolled over and groaned. He did not feel like getting up this morning. It was Wednesday. He hated Wednesdays. Nothing happened on Wednesdays. Wednesdays sucked.

He sat up and stretched. He wanted to go back to sleep until noon. Demons always seemed to be sleeping on Wednesdays, too. That left nothing for him to do but - nothing.

He stood up and wondered over to his dresser. Who had ever decided to invent Wednesdays? They hadn't consulted him, whoever it was. Therefore, Wednesdays were unnatural and should not exist.

He pulled open a drawer. Even worse, April Fools' Day had fallen on a Wednesday this year. And that, he figured was probably the explanation for the unnatural colors in his drawer.

He pulled out a piece of clothing, and growled. Not only had he never been consulted by the inventor of khaki shorts, but he hadn't been consulted by whoever had decided to put them in his drawer, either. He pulled out a white T-shirt, with some kind of a bird wearing sunglasses and sandals on the front of it.

Stepped on a pop-top, blew out my flip-flop, it said.

Growling out curses, he threw the offending clothes on the floor and opened more drawers, then moved to his closet. He shuddered in horror at what he found.

"Isabelle!" he yelled, stalking out of his room and down the hall. "Isabelle, where are you? Give me my clothes back now!"

Suddenly a door opened to his left, and Clary stuck her head out.

"Hey, Jace, something wrong?" she asked, beginning to smirk at his green sweatpants and old T-shirt.

He glared at her. "Huh. Should've known you'd come out when you heard I had no clothes. By the way, where-"

But she had already slammed the door in his face. Still fuming, he moved down to Isabelle's room and banged his fist on her door. Nothing. He tried to open it. Locked.

"Izzy, open up! Your door wouldn't be locked if you weren't in there! Now give me my clothes back! Isabelle!"

When he continued to get no answer he went to Alec.

Alec opened his door after the first knock.

"Oh, hey Jace," he said, when he saw who it was. Then he got a good look at Jace's face. "Um, what's wrong?"

"Isabelle stole my clothes and replaced them with abominations. Can I borrow some?"

"Sure, come in." Alec held the door open. "Um, I don't know if they'll all fit you, I'm a bit taller, but go ahead, knock yourself out."

"Thanks," Jace muttered, going to inspect Alec's clothes, which were indeed big on him.

Alec, seeing Jace's annoyance, stepped in. "Did you go find Izzy?"

"She wouldn't open the door," Jace answered, holding up a pair of pants made for legs longer than his own.

"Come on. We'll go try again," Alec suggested. Jace tossed the clothes back an got up to follow Alec.

When they got to Isabelle's room Alec tried knocking. Like before, nothing happened.

"Izzy," Alec called, "I don't know what you're doing, but we're coming in."

Jace had pulled out his stele as Alec spoke. Reaching out, he tried turning the doorknob before he drew the opening rune. To his surprise, it was unlocked.

"Gee, look at that," Alec said. "You don't even need the rune-"

"It's my amazing mental powers," Jace agreed wryly, walking carefully through the door. Alec stepped by him and went straight to the closet, where he picked up a black garbage bag and tossed it to Jace.

Jace, surprised, caught it, and setting it down he untied the top. He opened it to reveal his full wardrobe, all packed disorderly into bag.

He glanced up at Alec sharply. "How did you know where they were?" he asked suspiciously.

Alec grinned. "Hey, it wasn't me, I swear. That's where I found all my clothes last year."

Jace relaxed, and then looked slightly more cheerful. "You've been through this before? Great! What else is she planning for later?"

Alec shrugged. "Sorry, but I have no clue. I stayed away most of the day last year. You would know better than I would."

"Oh." Jace tried to think of what exactly had happened to him the year before. He couldn't remember anything, except that it had instilled in him a hatred for April 1st. Of course, he realized, it could go both ways

It was at that moment that Alec said, "What do you say about teaming up against Isabelle and Clary? Things could get good if we work together."

Jace looked up and grinned. He was starting to imagine the things he could do to Isabelle - and Clary. That one could get fun!

"It's a deal."

"Great," Alec said, hoisting Jace's clothes up and leaving for Jace's room.

"Hey," Jace protested. "I can carry my own clothes, thank you very much!" He grabbed his clothes from Alec, as the bottom of the bag ripped. Grumbling, he grabbed the bottom and carried it to his room, while Alec followed him, laughing and picking up stray articles of clothing.

When they reached Jace's room he threw open the door, and they both gasped at the total transformation which the room had undergone.

Please review and tell me it didn't suck. And if it did suck, tell me how to make it better, please. Thank you!!