Carnivorous Carnival Began Revising Dec. 29 2014 1:39

A/N. I really wanted to finish revising this before summer ended, and what better time than the 10th Anniversary of the Sisters Grimm?! August 1st, baby! #SG10thAnniverse

Also, if I manage to finish 3/4 of my school work, I could squeeze in a few new drabbles/oneshots during the summer for the weekly prompts! As of right now, I don't have any on FF because of summer work, but hopefully you'll see some before the summer ends! You should also participate by doing the prompts, even if you've missed a week or two (I missed the first week for writing a fanfic and I'm one of the moderators, lol ,:D)!

I changed the plot. You can thank me later. Just, ick -I was not good at writing kissing scenes at all back then. DX And it was just...yuck.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Sisters Grimm nor rights to the Series of Unfortunate Events book, Carnivorous Carnival, which I named this story after. This revised one-shot was inspired by Once Upon a Time on ABCFamily because I really liked it for a while (you could say that I was...hooked onto it *fake audience laughs*).

Carnivorous Carnival

"Lieblings, let's go! The old jalopy won't be alive much longer!" Granny Relda exclaimed, getting into the passenger seat of the car.

Daphne sang as we walked to the car. "It's Red's birthday! It's Red's Birthday! La la la la la!"

I'm not really sure how old Red is. I feel like it'd be rude to ask considering I'm certain she's over 400 years old, so I've never bothered asking. But for her 'nth' birthday, she suggested going to the carnival that would be in Ferryport Landing for the weekend, and Granny thought it would be a great family bonding experience.

To be honest, I don't really like carnivals. They're loud, noisy, and a lot of creeps are usually around. Why Red chose the carnival out of all places, I don't know. But I grew closer to Red after a while and I wanted her to be happy, and so did Daphne -she had squealed when Red quietly mentioned she would like to go. I knew Daphne was really happy about going to the carnival. We have never actually gone to a carnival in New York City (partly because of Smirt and the orphanage and partly because of the fact that carnivals just are not as popular as Broadway shows).

"La la la la la! We're going to the carnival, we're going to the carnival!" Daphne sang, twisting and spinning around as we walked.

I was about to step into the car when an arm placed itself in front of me.

"Ah ah ah," an annoyingly singsong voice said. "Royalty goes first, Ugly." Puck pushed himself in front and entered the backseat first.

I clenched my fist and tried to prevent myself from socking him in the face. He had been an absolute pain this week, from hiding ticks in my bed to designing the inside of my locker with a combination of flour and fountain water as well as rotten eggs. I was discouraged from kicking him in the face when Daphne and Red hopped in the car and began to jump up and down, making the leather squeak irritatingly. I wanted to kick myself.

"Girls, stop that please," Uncle Jake said, looking at them through the mirror, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Red froze, turning pink. "Sorry, Jake." Daphne giggled. "Sorry, Uncle Jake!"

He flashed them a quick grin and turned on the ignition once we were all inside, meaning me, Daphne, Red, Puck, Uncle Jake, and Granny.

Mr. Canis didn't come; he had some meditating to do, and Elvis might accidentally find a sausage at the carnival, so we decided to leave him at home especially. We wouldn't want to endanger the lives of those in Ferryport.

"Psst. Hey, Marshmallow." Puck leaned over me to talk to her.

"Yeah?"

"Look at this!" Puck pulled out a smelly cube of cheese that looked like it died of oxygen deprivation in the 18th century. (A very detailed description, I know, but I couldn't call everything Puck owned disgusting because they were all gross to different degrees.)

"Ugh! What is that?" I shouted, pinching my nose.

"Blue cheese!"

"That's disgusting!"

"That's so cool!" Daphne gasped, then choked on the smell. She quickly cover her nose with her fingers and squeaked, "I had heard that actual blue cheese was a myth but it's true!"

"I also have some handcuffs that I want to try while riding on the Fireball!"

"Isn't that bad? And dangerous?"

"So dangerous!" He said gleefully. "Wanna see what else I brought?"

"What?"

"Owl pellets!"

"Gravy!"

Oh geez, I thought. "Granny?" I called.

"Yes, dear?"

"How long until we get there?"

"I haven't worn long underwear since Christmas, libeling! What an odd question."

"No, I'm not asking about bald apprehension!" I shouted exasperated.

"What?"

"Never mind!" I sighed. I looked up to see Uncle Jake holding up three fingers, and then an O.

I knocked my head back against the car. This was going to be a long thirty minutes.

*•*•* Afro-Circus, Afro-Circus *•*•*

"It's so fluffy! I'm gonna die!" Daphne yelled, shaking her giant snowman plush. "Thank you, Sabrina!"

"You're welcome as long as you don't-"

"Red, let's sing it! 'Do you want to build a snowman?! Or ride your bike around the halls?!'" Daphne screamed, spinning poor Red around.

"Oy vey," I groaned, plugging in my ears.

My crazy sugar filled sister let go of Red on the words, 'the pictures on the walls'. I should have felt irritated -Frozen needed to be on the DL for a very long time, but when I saw the gleeful expression on Red's face, my heart warmed.

However when Puck joined in, throwing clumps of blue cheese into the air, as if it was snow, and Daphne demanded I sing "Let It Go", I left. I would not sing one of the most replayed songs on the entire earth with a boy who liked to stuff blue cheese inside his pockets and use it later to make snow flakes.

I walked through the stalls, not looking at anything in particular. There were games and prizes of course, but I was a little too old for them. And the games were always rigged anyways.

"Hey, you! Feel like giving me your money?"

I looked over my shoulder to find a guy around my age at one of the stalls waving at me. Quirking up an eyebrow, I walked over. "Well aren't you blunt. Aren't you supposed to say, 'Want to play for a prize?' or something?"

"My bluntnesss is one of my charms." He laughed. "And why not spice it up a bit? Anyway, you look like you have a good arm. Do you wanna try throwing these baseballs at the glass bottles? It's pretty easy."

"Uh-huh. Didn't you just say you wanted to take my money? Aren't you just saying that to butter me up?"

The guy winked at me, an attractive smile on his face. "Of course not, blondie. Now whatd'ya say? Two dollars per try."

My brain blanked for a second. He winked, he smiled, and he gave me a nickname. Was he...flirting? "That's pricey."

His head tilted as he grinned. "The first one's free, sweet cheeks."

Speaking of cheeks, I blushed. Definitely flirting. I contemplated on whether I should waste my money on a rigged game or go on my way...

He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

Oh whatever. It's not like I have anything else to do anyways.

"Ok, sure," I said as he handed me a baseball.

"If you knock them all down, you get a prize of your pick."

On my first try, I knocked over four out of six bottles. I handed him two dollars so I could have another try. Pulling my arm a little further, I swung my arm with more force and...only managed to make the last two sway just a little. They probably had weights or something inside them to keep them from falling over.

"Well, you almost had it." He smirked, trying not to laugh at me. It ticked me off a little, but for some reason, I grinned back at him. "You think it's funny? Why don't you try it yourself, bub?"

His eyes lit up. "Me? Oh no I couldn't."

"No, you can't. I bet you can't even knock them all down."

The guy scrutinized my face. "A challenge, huh? Well I accept. I'm not boss of this booth for nothing."

I probably would have wasted forty dollars throwing baseballs at a rigged game (with an opponent who tried to shove my arm whenever I was about to throw), but the guy and I got along so well that he didn't charge me after paying for the second try. He, whose name I found out to be was Bradley, was a really fun guy and actually pretty sweet. After competing against each other (I won by knocking over 78 bottles; Bradley lost by two less) he gave me one of the prizes hanging in the back. It was a blue zebra.

"It's on me," he said, warmly. "I had a lot of fun!"

I hugged the zebra to my chest and smiled. "Thanks! I did too -the most fun in a while, actually."

Bradley beamed. "I'm glad. Well, see you around! My boss will get mad if I keep ignoring the other customers, haha."

"Yeah, I understand. Bye, Bradley," I said, saluting him.

When I met up with Puck and Red by the baked potato stand, he looked at me weirdly. "Why are you...happy?"

"I'm not happy about anything," I replied, then saw Red's face. "I-I mean, I'm happy I'm here for your birthday, of course!"

"It's okay, Sabrina," Red said a little sadly. "I know there are other places you would rather be at."

My 'guilt senses' were tingling. "That's not true!" I grabbed the little girl's hand. "Hey, why don't we go on the Fireball? It's a little scary at first but it's a lot of fun!"

A smile slowly spread on her face. "Sure!"

When I brought down the bar around myself that would decide if I would live or die, I looked at Daphne who was revved up to go. "Is Red ready?"

A thumbs up came from the far left of her.

Daphne said, "She's good!"

When the ride started swaying, Daphne started laughing maniacally. "Bwahahaha!"

"Daphne!" Red chided, beginning to laugh along. "That's weird! -Ugh!"

When the contraption started spinning and it began to sway higher, Red leaned back into her seat as much as she could. "Whoa."

"Red, try putting your hands out!" I said, demonstrating it. "It feels like something is pushing against the force of your hands!"

Slowly, she pushed them up, and started laughing. "That's so crazy!"

I let a bubble of laughter out. I think I was in a pretty good mood after playing with Bradley. My giddiness was obvious in my voice. "Try wiggling your legs!"

Red screamed in joy as the ride pushed against her actions. Daphne screamed as the Fireball swung back in the other direction. I couldn't stop smiling.

Yeah, carnivals weren't so bad.

*•*•* Polka Dot, Polka Dot, Polka Dot -Afro!*•*•*

Okay, I might want to take that back.

When you're stuck in a lion's den with a fairyboy who tries to defend you and himself with beef jerky (this is not a euphemism for anything; the lion's den is an actual lion's den, the fairy is real, and the beef jerky is the real cheese -not literally), you can't help but just hate carnivals.

I was pushed against the wall furthest away from the lion as Puck waved the jerky around like a sword. "Come at me, bro!" He said gesturing towards the lion.

The animal snarled. "What weak offense you have; I should just bite your arm off!"

"He can talk!" I shouted.

"Of course he can, he's a cat!" Puck retorted.

"That doesn't make any sense, stupid!"

The lion, tired of the banter, roared. "This 'cat' has a name, you know!"

"Wait, wait let me guess! Simba? No, you're not that cute looking. Scar? Nah, you don't have any cool warrior scars on you. Wait! Mufasaaaaa." Puck elongated, before falling into a fit of giggles. "I'm a genius!"

"My name is Charles Oakley the Third, you twit!"

"That's too long, so I'm going to call you Charizard because that's fun to say, but if anything," Puck pursed his lips, "you look like a Mufasa."

"If anything I think I look like a Kion." Charizard said, unaware of how stupid he sounds. His real name, too, was way too long, so I'm going to call him Charizard.

"What's a Kion?"

"Well, you'll find out in a year or so from now- what am I saying? I was in the middle of trying to eat you, wasn't I?" He snapped his teeth.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you! Don't you know that starfish can regrow their arms after they are cut off?" Puck teased, spinning around to morph into a spiny seastar.

The lion used Puck's moment of stupidness -correction: one of his many, many moments of stupidity- to snatch the jerky from him and throw the star across the room. Charizard used his empty food bowl to cover Puck and proceeded to sit upon it. "I don't believe you'll be able to shapeshift now, will you?"

There was no response under the bowl.

I sighed. How did I get into this situation? All I remember was the park closing due to heavy rain when Granny told me to wait for Puck outside the men's room (why me?) while the rest of the family headed to the car. While I grumbled and waited, Puck tried to scare me by pushing me into the lion pit. (Why anyone would locate a restroom next to the lion pit I had no idea.) I managed to grab the idiot as I fell, but his wings had gotten soaked and then he couldn't fly us out.

Oh, wait, I knew exactly what had happened. I had to wait for an idiot to tinkle!

While I was devising several ideas to murder Puck, the lion slid his eyes over to me. "I don't eat fish, so I guess you'll have to do."

I wished I could backpedal through the wall and out of there. "Whoa, whoa, you wouldn't want to eat me. I'm such a bony kid! My granny tries to feed me disgusting food so I never eat! Wouldn't you prefer something more succulent such as that fairy under you? After he eats dinner, I promise he'll be as juicy and plump as you would like."

There was rattling under the bowl.

Charizard the lion laughed. "Not a chance. Now be a good girl and hop into the bowl!"

I wrung my hands behind my back. "Why don't we do something else instead?" What would appeal to a lion...? Probably being released out of captivity, but I wasn't sure if I could count on him not eating pedestrians while walking through the parking lot. So setting him free was not an option. (Then I wondered where that idea had come from. I must have been getting it from Daphne.) What do lions like to do?

An image of Bradley suddenly flashed in my brain. "...a competition?"

Charizard squinted his eyes. "Why do you say that?"

"I just think that...with you being cooped up in here and all, you probably want to get out and get active, right? I can't actually get you out of your cage, but I can challenge you to...uh, a fight?"

Okay, I was officially stupider than Puck. A fight? Against a lion? How would I win? Thanks Bradley.

The lion grinned, if that was possible. "I like it! A fight to the death, yes? Let's go!"

"No, I didn't say that, wait!"

The lion lunged at me. I jumped to the side just as he crashed into the wall. A little blood dribbled down his nose, and he growled at me.

"Yikes!" I said, running away unheroically, which really was running in circles around the small arena.

Charizard wasn't as fast as I had initially thought -it might be that all that time caged up and used as a show animal had done a number to this lion, sadly- but that wasn't to say he wasn't catching up to me.

I could feel myself slowing down and the lion coming very close to my rear end. And luck would have it (or it wouldn't?) that I slipped on a puddle.

I fell on my butt immediately, but Charizard didn't see me stop and kept running until he realized there was no blonde girl in front of him. I felt kind of bad for the stupid cat.

I stood up and saw the lion turning back. Nope, I don't feel bad for it anymore. We began our game of chasing the mouse around the lion pit once again.

As I passed by Puck's 'hiding' space for the fifteenth, I grabbed the bowl and threw it at the lion.

"Uhf!" Dazed, the lion fell on the ground.

I was breathing heavily. Somehow I managed to knock down the lion, but what would I do when he woke up? I couldn't panic... But what should I do? There was literally nothing in the lion pit that I could use to defend myself! Puck was a useless starfish right now, and I didn't have Daphne or any other family member to fight with magic against Charizard.

I looked at Puck. "Ugh, you stupid fairy! How are we supposed to get out of this one?"

The thunder and lightning agreed with my anger as it flashed with a loud boom!and rain continued to pour upon my head. What did I do today to deserve so much unluckiness? Everything was actually going great up until this point. I was getting along with Red and spending more time with Daphne, and I had even made a friend (a handsome friend). Puck had even stopped being annoying when we started pigging out on churros and funnel cake, and began going on rides. (Puck would have been able to sneak his handcuffs through if the guy in line behind him, who turned out to be a police officer, hadn't asked Puck what he was planning to do with it.)

I sighed. Things were turning out good for once. But no, unfortunate events just had to come upon me; they always did. "This is-"

"Awful! Just awful!" A strangled voice sobbed. "Please make it stop!"

I looked up to see the lion, fully awake. But instead of having eyes full of anger, his eyes were wide open with terror. The lion looked like a drowned cat in the rain, with his tail down and his whole body shaking. He looked nothing like a strong and regal lion you'd expect out of the savannah.

I was taken aback by surprise. "Um...are you scared of the rain?"

"The rain?! That is nothing! Why should a creature such as myself be afraid of my own drinking water? No, the real terror is..."

Another lightning strike. A clap of thunder resounded, making the lion jump. He sat down and covered his face with his paws. "That."

"Why are you scared of that? It won't hurt you."

"But whenever I hear the rumbling and see the bright lights I remember..." Charizard whined, put his paws in front of his face. "I...I don't want to talk anymore."

"No, um, it's okay; you can tell me." I said awkwardly. Is this how one is supposed to pacify a emotionally-stricken lion? Granny Relda would probably know.

"I don't know...I've never openly told anyone about this." I didn't see how he could. "You're okay with me rambling?"

And while the lion was talking, I could take this time to figure out what to do. At the moment the lion was too terrified to try and eat me, so in my mind, I had to take inventory, assess the situation, figure out how to get out of there...

But then I saw the large eyes of the cat that hoped I would listen to him and felt bad. He wanted someone to listen, and here I was trying to figure out a way to get away from him. I relented and decided to figure out what to do later. "I'm a good listener, I promise."

"If you insist." The lion took in a deep breath to calm himself. "The rumbling reminds me of that moving box with holes and humans inside it -what a terryfying object. It came to my home one night when I decided to play instead of slumber in my home with the rest of my pride. The box seemed to open up and humans stepped out with nets. The box had bright lights that flashed constantly and I got dizzy." The lion blinked a few times when his eyes glazed over, recalling the memories. "Um..."

"Go on, I'm listening," I tried to say in a comforting tone. It wasn't hard. I really did feel bad for the lion. He must have been taken away as a child by catchers in a Jeep which must have been a horrible experience. Possibly even traumatized as a young cub.

"I remember seeing a cage and being put in it and seeing my family get smaller and smaller as the box moved away. I didn't realize what was happening, but I felt that I was leaving my friends and family behind. I feel very lonely when it rumbles and the sky lights up."

"So the thunder and lightning make you remember your loneliness," I repeated.

"Yes, I miss my family, but in actuality, I yearn the company of another animal. You don't get to chat with zebras or elephants around here that much." He tried to joke but looked sad as he said the words.

I thought it was kind of weird that he wanted to talk with animals on the food chain instead of eat them, but it was also interesting. It sounded like he just wanted someone to talk to, which made him seem a bit more...human.

"I'm glad you opened up to me because then I wouldn't have been able to find something to appeal to you." Scanning my eyes across the room, I found exactly what I was looking for. "What if I told you I have a solution to your problems?"

The lion didn't lift his head but turned towards me. "How could you, a mere girl, help me? Usually I would help myself to some flesh and bones." He chuckled at his joke.

"Look, I don't want to sound like jerk after hearing your story, but my uncle's actually a magician; he knows how to play with nature and if you don't let us go, he will gladly raise the amount of thunder and lightning that appears around here."

The lion thought I was bluffing for a second, but when he saw my serious face, his eyes grew wide and lifted his head this time.

"But, I don't want that to happen." I stated, keeping the object in my sight. "I think that it isn't right to threaten someone with their story, but I will if I have to."

I took a few steps towards the lion. He reared back slightly, and I thought he might attack me, but he let me walk past him without even batting an eye.

It glinted on the dirt floor, and I picked it up. "No, I think you're going to like my idea. No one will get hurt, and everybody wins." I dusted it off, and waved it in front of the lion. "While I can't stop nature, my idea involves giving you some company while at the same time, letting me go eaten-free. Now, what do you say?"

*•*•*Hakuna Matata*•*•*

Puck tiredly opened his eyes. Finally, after a gajillion tries, he had turned back into a boy! He had never felt so happy to be smelly, grimy, and full of dirt. (Well he's always happy to smell like dirt.) He blinked a couple times to get his eyes into focus and saw an angry blonde girl -me- standing over him.

"Hey Ugly, stop staring at me. I know I'm beautiful, but your cooties are contagious, ya know?" Puck smirked.

I glared. "I wasn't staring!"

"You so were."

Before I socked him in the jaw, I composed myself. "Whatever. All right Puck, I got the lion to let us go."

"Wait, what? But I was totally going to kick his butt!" Puck complained. "I just needed a few seconds to transform back then BAM! Night-night Charizard."

"I seriously doubt you would have been able to do that."

"Oh yeah? I totally would have!"

"You took forever to change back and that was only because I threw you across the room about a hundred times for you to have enough space to transform!"

"Is that why my head hurts to bad? I thought I had been spinning on my own." Puck rubbed his throbbing head. "But anyway, I changed didn't I? I probably would have changed earlier if the bowl on top of me was removed, Ugly!"

"Then why didn't you change while he was chasing me?! I did remove it! I slipped on my butt, almost got eaten, and then threw the bowl at him to slow him down!"

"Ha! You slipped? I bet you threw the bowl in the wrong direction, too! That's what you get for not having any hand-eye coordination."

There was no winning with this kid. I silently fumed, and was about to pound him into the dust, but one look at the lion in the room and I shot him a smile. "You're right, Puck."

His eyes about popped open. "What?"

"I said you're right." I walked towards him. "Sorry, Puck, I'm just so silly sometimes, aren't I?"

He backed up against the wall as I came closer to him. "What are you doing, Grimm?"

"Nothing." His face was turning pink and I grinned. "You are just so right all the time, aren't you?"

My face was about two inches from his, and I think he stopped breathing for a little bit. Good, he was caught off guard, so I could do this quickly.

Without breaking eye contact, I said, "I have absolutely."

I snatched his arm, "No,"

took out the handcuffs, "Hand-eye,"

and snapped them around his left wrist. "Coordination."

Puck stared at the glinting metal securing his wrist, and then stared at me.

"Oh, whoops!" I put my hands up in an "Oh well" gesture. "My hands had a mind of their own, I suppose."

Puck paused, surprised at my speed. He looked like he was going to scream at me, but then he laughed at me. "Stupid, you only got one hand. and besides, I can spin out of this one!"

I smiled smugly. "Who's stupid?"

Puck tried turning, but bumped into the lion sitting next to him. "Ow," Charizard said grumpily, licking his right forelimb. "That hurt my paw."

"SABRINA! YOU HANDCUFFED ME TO A LION!" Puck cried.

I laughed. "Yeah, I kinda did."

"WHY?"

"Because you're a jerk and you need to be taught a lesson about pushing girls into lion pits and making them fend for themselves."

"That's a pretty detailed lesson."

"One that you need to be thoroughly taught." I said frowning at him. "You seriously can't do that to people, it's mean and rude and not what Granny Relda would enjoy hearing about."

"The Old Lady card, really?" I gave him the stink eye. "Okay, fine, sorry Grimm, now can you please get me out of these handcuffs?"

"Who said I would be doing that?" I laughed evilly, flipping my hair haughtily for effect. "Mr. Charles, can you give me a boost?"

"I don't know if you can reach it," the lion admitted while letting Sabrina climb up his back. "It's quite high."

"I got it," I said, digging her feet in the rocks on the wall. "I've practiced climbing vertically before. Thanks." I sighed in relief when I could see the bathroom again. "Thank goodness, I was getting worried there. And here, for you, Mr. Charles."

I dropped down the blue zebra Bradley had given me. Eventually, somehow, Puck would get out of there before the day was over. (Either with the help of the carnival employees or by flying out of there with a lion attached to him...or by some other method) The lion would be lonely and need a friend to talk to, so what's better than a plush animal who's huggable and will listen to whatever you say?

"Grimm, seriously, you have to get me out of here, I might be missing Teen Titans Go! " He begged. "Also, he might eat me." Puck also noted.

"No, he won't, I'm sure of it. Why would anything try to eat someone as gross as you?" I started walking away. "Now bye!"

"SABRINA YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE. What am I supposed to do for the next few hours?!"

"Play checkers or something."

"WHAT?"

"Goodbye!" Charizard rumbled. "It was a pleasure negotiating with you. I'm very glad to have someone like him to keep me company."

Innocently smiling, Puck stopped in mid-screaming to look at the lion. "You mean me?" Puck said, batting his eyelashes. "Aw shucks!" He waved off-handedly. "How sweet of you to say!"

"Not you, you strange starfish boy! I meant Kumbaya." The lion gestured to his new small blue friend and nuzzled his plush zebra. "Now." He scanned his eyes over the grumbling fairyboy. "What should we do with you? Frankly, you're too aromatic for me to eat...Wait, what is that? -Is that blue cheese?"

"M-yeah," Puck mumbled, smacking his lips together as he ate it. "If I'm going to do nothing for the next ten hours I might as well eat. Here, you can have my beef jerkey."

"Thanks." He took a large bite out of it. "Wow, that is good. -Now, teach me about checkers."

"You know she was joking, right?"

"I don't care, I seek knowledge!"

"Fine, just let me get my minions to bring me more food." Puck took his flute out of his pocket and summoned his pixies to the tune of 'Hakuna Matata'. Within a few seconds, they appeared as multicolored, blinking lights.

The pixies twittered at Puck.

"I need you guys to grab a full case of ice cream from my room, four cases of soda, and ten bags of beef jerky, alright? Oh, and bring playing cards!"

They couldn't have left faster to attend to their Master's bidding. (It had been a few months since he had last called them. If they hadn't known better, they would've thought he forgot about them.) They didn't question why he was in a lion pit either; they were just happy to be doing something again.

"Hey pixie boy," the lion said, a little miffed.

"What?"

"I don't know if you understand what you just did."

"What? Summoning my minions? Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, but..." He struggled to say it through his exasperation. "Couldn't you have asked them to help you get out of the pit? Or carry you out? Or bring you a ladder? I know I would do that if I could."

"Wait." Puck scratched his head. "Let me process what you just said."

The gears in Puck's brain obviously hadn't been used in a long time. Puck stuck his tongue out as he concentrated staring at the ground while Charizard continued gaping at him.

"You're saying all this time it never occurred to you to use your blinking lights to remove yourself from my sight?"

"Nope." Puck finally registered his stupidity. "Oh well."

"OH WELL?"

"It's not like I particularly want to go back at this moment, now that I thought of it. It's pretty comfy in here." Puck put his arms behind his head. "I won't have to see Grimm's ugly face. And there's no screaming children or dogs trying to eat my food. You know what?" Puck sat up. "I think I'll make this my new abode! And we can hang out, play, and chill, and even have mud-wrestling contests -Hey look at that! Nice, the beef jerkey's here!"

The lion, finally realizing why the human girl left the starfish boy here, decided that he would jump ship if the carnival ever came back to this strange town.

(But for now, he would enjoy his two companions and the free food that came along with it.)

A/N. Thank you for reading! This took me almost a year -A YEAR- to revise, and I'm so glad I got that off my chest. :D

After writing this, I realized a faulty error in plotting, which was that there is no way a traveling Carnival could dig up and create a lion pit. But you know, it's okay to make mistakes and learn from them. ^-^ And it's funny when you think of it!

I'm going to shamelessly plug SG10thAnniverse one more time! Today is the day the Sisters Grimm was published! Don't you want to make a fanfic/fanart/video/roleplay/dance in celebration of the event?! The 10th anniversary only comes around once! And even if it's less than 100 words or more than 100,000 words, or sketched on paper or made digitally with Photoshop, share it, we'll advertise it on our tumblr blog, sg10thanniverse, and love it like we love everything Sisters Grimm. :) You could even draw a circle and write the word Puck inside it, and we would love and cherish it.

Critiques, praises, laughs, tears -all are welcome!

Happy 10th Anniversary!

~Lara