A/N: Extra short. Not as funny as my other ones. Likely. I still like it and I hope you will to. So, enjoy and please review!
Rupert Devereaux called up John Mandrake.
"Mandrake! Get over here!" Devereaux shouted into the phone.
"Sir, will you ask Farrar if she will do this? I am particularly busy," Mandrake said into the phone.
"Farrar has extremely important business to do."
"But-" Mandrake protested.
"Here are the coordinates. Summon a smart demon," Devereaux said and hung up.
Mandrake sighed as he tried to think of a good demon to summon. He mentally scanned a list of demons. What was the last demon he summoned? Bartimaeus. Mandrake sighed.
-- -- -- --
I was being summoned. I decided to take the form of something scary. So I took the form of a- wait for it- mouse. A really big mouse though. Hey, it was the first thing that came to mind.
"Bartimaeus?" Mandrake questioned.
"How can I compete with that?" I asked.
"With what?" he asked.
"Your face," I said while giving him a large grin.
"Must you always make a comment about my face?"
"Yes."
"Just go to these coordinates," he commanded.
"If I must," I said wearily. I jumped and teleported in front of a building. I sat down and waited. When Mandrake arrived he walked into the doors. I followed suit.
The Prime Minister approached Mandrake.
"Mandrake, please proceed to the summoning room," the man said.
We walked through a room filled with pentacles. There was a trembling lump in one.
"What is that?" I asked raising an eyebrow for added emphasis.
"That, demon, is an afrit," the minister said.
"No, I've seen plenty of afrits and that is not one," I said, thoroughly convinced.
"Mandrake this is what I need you to do. Get this afrit to not be so cowardly!" Devereaux said as he left the room.
"You heard him," Mandrake said as he left the room.
"It's just me and you," I said poking the lump.
"Please, don't hurt me. I haven't done anything wrong," the lump said.
I decided I would use a more efficient way of getting him up.
"GET UP! YOU CALL YOURSELF A SPIRIT? MY GRANNY COULD SPIT ON YOU AND YOU'D DISOLVE!" I shouted. Not necessarily true. I don't have a granny. But, if I did, I'd put my money on the granny. After a few hours the afrit was up.
"Ok, now lift your arms and shoot a detonation," I said. "Point it at the door, understand?"
He lifted his arms and closed his eyes. It was at this moment Mandrake decided to open the door and stand in the doorway.
-- -- -- --
Mandrake eye's widened as the detonation came toward him. Quickly, Bartimaeus threw his arms up and created a shield around Mandrake. The detonation hit and shattered the shield throwing him off his feet and creating an unattractive hole in the wall. I poked Mandrake in the chest.
"You okay, mate?" Bartimaeus asked slowly. He groaned.
"I guess you are."
-- -- -- --
A few hours later, the afrit was on patrol in some part of the city. I was close to being dismissed.
"Are we doing something here?" I asked Mandrake.
"I'm waiting for Prime Minister Devereaux," Mandrake said.
"Yes, to suck up, eh?"
Mandrake sighed and began speaking the dismissal spell. As I swirled away I was silently wishing I would never be summoned again.