"Mmmph Hello everyone! This is what I hope to be a continuing chapter thing, if I get enough reviews…

And…um…I wrote it in attempt to get over the stupid writer's block that I got when I was writing one of my other stories, and when I read it over, I figured that I might as well post it up! So, here it is, and enjoy! J

Disclamer: I don't own Escaflowne, or any of the characters mentioned…but if whoever owns them would like to give them to me for my birthday, I would be very, very happy! J

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"Mmmph!! Gerrof of me!!" mumbled Dalet, trying to shake Chesta off of him.

"Get up you stupid sleepy head! Up!! UP!!!" yelled the blond-haired boy, tugging on the other boy's covers in an attempt to wake him up. All Dalet did though, was kick vigorously and whack Chesta with his pillow, making the latter grow more impatient by the second.

"Up!! Up I say!! And stop hitting me!! Just get up! UP, UP, UP, UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He yelled, completely frustrated.

"Up, up and awaaaaayyyyy!!!" giggled Guimel as he poked his head through the door, grinning. Gatti's head popped in beside his, and in a moment they were both in the room.

"Tut-tut-tut! Time to wake up sleeping beauty!!" Gatti shrieked, as him and Guimel joined Chesta in attacking Dalet, who, surprisingly enough was still half-asleep and refused to get up. He struggled like mad, but after a lengthy battle was dragged out of bed by the other three, and found himself wrapped up in a blanket and being sat on. Chesta, Gatti and Guimel panted heavily, as they sat on a befallen Dalet, congratulating each other on succesfully getting their comrade out of bed. Gatti glanced at the clock.

"Wow! Only half an hour! We made it in record time!!!" YEA!!"

The guys wooped and cheered, giving each other high fives. Then, settling down, Chesta became aware that Dalet was not stirring anymore underneath them. Carefully, motioning the other guys to be quiet, he took the blanket off of the boy's face. To their utter astonishment and frustration, he was peacefully asleep, breathing heavily through his nose. (Geez, who wouldn't be breathing heavily, if they had three guys sitting on top of them!!). Amidst their groans and sobs, Migel walked into the room, nearly tripping over the congregation on the floor.

"Um…dare I ask what is going on here? Or should I just leave quietly, and try and forget that I saw this disturbing scene?" he asked the guys sprawled on the floor with a slight bewilderment. Guimel scoffed, nodding his head at the peacefully snoozing Dalet.

"We struggled with this kicking male of a sleeping beauty for a good half an hour, got him out of bed, and then he just falls asleep on us!! After getting us all black and blue! And we were so happy, too, that we actually got him out of bed in under an hour!!" he wailed. Chesta mumbled something very unrefined under his breath, massaging his bruised shin. Gatti was busy flicking Dalet's nose with vigor, while saying something of the sort of "…this is for one bruise, and this is for the other, and that is for pushing me off the bed…", while Dalet did not show any notice of pain or discomfort, drooling a little on the floor.

Migel took his time to laugh at them…very loudly…for a very long time…nearly causing him to cry with mirth… Then, he motioned for them to wait, and (still laughing) stumbled out of the room. The three (awake) Dragonslayers were left sitting on the floor with the "there-goes-my-self-esteem-today" looks, while another (asleep) Dragonslayer was slumbering away happily.

In a few minutes, the door banged open, and Migel shuffled back in, huffing and puffing under the weight of a very large metal bucket, which was apparently full of water. He heaved it onto the floor, and sighed with relief, looking at the other guys with a "betcha-you-didn't-think-of-this" smirk and plopped down on the closest bed. Chesta, Guimel and Gatti seemed as happy as little children who have just been offered a lifetime supply of candy and a pass to Disneyland. They rushed to the bucket, and after finding out that the water was ice-cold, they became even more delighted. But a frown crossed Gatti's face.

"If we soak him here, then the room will get wet, and Lord Folken will be mad at us!"

"Yea, he might even go as far as to raise his voice and frown!!" added Guimel. Everyone thought that over for a second or so, and after deciding that seeing Lord Folken act like that would just be too much of a shock, they agreed on carrying Dalet and the bucket to the bathroom.

"Okay men, take your positions!" commanded Migel (as he was carrying the pail, he assumed the role of the commander) "Chesta, take the left leg, Guimel take the right! Gatti, you take the arms! REAADY?? Liiiiiift! And left….left….left, right, left!" The little procession took off down the hallway, towards the bathroom and showers. Migel felt himself in full swing.

"Piiiick up the pace! Don't dawdle! Backs straight…and….hut, two three four!! Hut, two, three, four!!" Though, after receiving a good-aimed kick from Guimel, he proceeded to shut up, and was silent all the way to the showers. The only command that was heard from him was a triumphant "ATTACK!!!!!" as the contents of the bucket were dropped onto the poor, unsuspecting Dalet.

The soldier jumped up so high into the air, that it was a wonder that he did not go through the ceiling. As he lay sputtering and coughing (yet completely awake) on the ground, the other four were rolling around on the floor, almost dying from laughter, and literally crying.

"I….ahaha…I ha-haven't…lahahaha…..la-a-ughed so well since….since…since Viole dropped and bowl of porridge on Lord Dilandau's head!!!" wheezed Gatti, trying to stand up, and falling back down with a new shriek of laughter.

"Oh, you really found it that amusing, did you?" a chilling voice penetrated the bathroom. The Dragonslayers scrambled to stand up, facing a towel-clad Dilandau.

"Umm…we… we did not n-notice you Sir…" stuttered Migel, glancing nervously at their commander.

"No wonder…you were having to much fun too…" he smirked, and after thinking something over for a few seconds he continued, "Well, I am afraid your fun is over for today…for it's the Annual Picnic Day!!!!!" Dilandau laughed evilly, then threw a boot at a wall and yelled "I HATE IT!!!!!!!! I HATE IT!!!!!!!! AND FOLKEN CONFISCATED ALL OF MY FLAMETHROWERS!!!!! EVEN MY MATCHES!! EVERYTHING!!!!!!!! I CAN'T BURN A THING DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE ARE DOOMED TO GO!!! DOOMED I TELL YOU!!!!" breaking down, he ran into the nearest shower stall, and turned on the water. Amid the splashes and gurgles the stunned Dragonslayers could hear him cursing and yelling (and occasionally, sobbing).

Chesta sank to the floor.

"No….No, it can't be….Not the Annual Picnic Day!! I HATE it!!!!!!!" he wailed, slamming his fist onto the floor. Guimel was crying into Dalet's shoulder, who leaned onto a wall for support, pale like the white floor tiles. Migel was pacing back and forth from the urinal to the sink…back to the urinal…then again to the sink…back and forth…

"We have to again each cook our own food donations!! Why can't we just order a pizza or something!!! WHY!!!???" he kicked the urinal, causing him to jump around the room yelling "Ouchie! Ouchie!! OUCHIE!!!" Chesta took his place pacing the bathroom. From the urinal to the sink….back and forth…back and forth… back an….you get the idea…

"'Cause Folken just damn loves this thing so!! That is why he will make us go…and COOK!!!! I mean….it took me a month to get over the food poisoning from last year, 'cause he makes us taste EVERYTHING so that no one's feelings get hurt!!!! And I am positive Millerna's jello was mushroom flavored, and that Allen put shampoo in his smoothies!!!!!!!" with those words he kicked the sink, and joined Migel in hopping around the bathroom on one foot.

"The only way we could get out of this is if we faked sick!" Yelled Gatti, who locked himself in a bathroom stall to suffer alone. Guimel lifted his head off of Dalet's tear-soaked shoulder.

"Heyyy…..that's an idea!" he said. Dalet punched him on the nose.

"If we are in this, we are in this together!!!!!!!!!" he yelled. "Gather around men!! We need a battle plan!!" he yelled, shaking Chesta, and kicking Gatti's stall door.

"We ain't going down 'till the end!!"

And thus the Anti-Picnic Alliance was formed……..

Okay, how was this for a start? In the next chapter, the APA (the Anti-Picnic Alliance) will try and bring their secret plans into life! Read to find out! (and please, review!)