Disclaimer: I don't own The Matrix, even if it'd be really cool if I did, don't you think? I also don't own anything else in this story, except the plot.

A/N: This is kind of a stupid idea I got, but I'll write it anyway. It's only rated PG-13 so I can say almost anything I want to, profanity wise. Okay?

The Matrix: Re- Dyed

Morpheus: Trinity, I'm putting you on this assignment because I really trust you and I think you can handle it. Seriously.

Trinity (suspiciously): Are you sure? I could kick your ass, you know.

Morpheus: Of course I'm sure. Why didn't I tell Neo, you ask? Because he, too would want this assignment. Now, go.

(We now see Trinity, glancing furtively around before ducking into a small building. Then, we see the sign on the front of the building. It says 'HAIR DESIGNS FOR LESS'.

Lady at the front counter: Hiya, hon! What do you want today, huh?

Trinity: I need. (she leans in and whispers in the lady's ear)

Lady: Oh, sure, hon, we do that all the time!

(Now we see Trinity, looking very mad. Her head is covered in tin foil)

Lady from the front who is also the stylist: So, I says to the guy, get outta here! I paid for this apartment, and I can kick you out whenever I want!

Trinity (to herself): Oookay, Trinity. Get up. Just get up and kick her butt. The hell with Morpheus.

Lady: Sounds like you're having problems with this Morpigus guy. Hon, take my word for it, just leave him, all right? Oops, there's my timer! (she takes off the tin foil) Now look in the mirror! Gorgeous, just gorgeous! (Trinity looks in the mirror. She is now platinum blonde.)

Trinity: Giggle! Oh, look how pretty I am! I've got to go show Neo!

Lady: Yeah, stick with this Neo guy. He sounds like a real keeper!

(Trinity skips along the street.)

Trinity (singing): My name is Trinity, and I'm very pretty. I brush my hair and I'm blonde and beautiful.

(Neo lands near her, and then does a double take.)

Neo: Trinity, you're BLONDE!

Trinity: Yes, isn't it pretty? I also come with my own life size Nebuchadnezzar playset, and my own Neo! (as if to a camera) You know, Neo's name spells 'One' rearranged! Can you spell it, too?

Neo: Um, Trinity, are you all right? You're acting, well, strange.

Trinity: Oh, yes, I'm fine, Neo! You know, Neo almost spells 'Ken' rearranged, too! You should take off that black coat. It's hot, and you have a whole fashion wardrobe to choose from in the loading program!

Neo (horrified): Take off my coat? Trinity, it's not really hot, we're in the Matrix. Come on, we had better get to an exit.

Trinity: No, Neo, I can't! Morpheus told me to stay here. I have a responsibility. Can you spell that, Neo?

Neo (insultec): Of course I can! I'm the One! R-E-S-O- no, R-E-S-P-O-S- Anyway, I have to fix you. (Neo tries to rearrange the Matrix code but he can't. His eyes widen.)

Neo: But-but I'm the One! I should be able to change your hair back!

Trinity: Neo, you're silly! Blonde is nice!

(Neo's cell phone rings.)

Neo: Hello?

Morpheus: Hello, Neo. How is Trinity? (muffles laughter)

Neo: You son of a bitch! What'd you tell her to do?

Morpheus (howls with laughter): SHE DYED HER HAIR BLONDE! HAHAHA! I ALWAYS WANTED HER HAIR, AND NOW HER HAIR IS BLONDE! IT CANNOT TORMENT ME ANYMORE!

Neo: Yeah, right! Her hair is still better than yours, because you're bald!

Morpheus: Arrgh! Don't say that word!

Neo: BALD! BALD! BALDBALDBALD as a ping pong ball!

(Morpheus screams and hangs up the phone. Then he glares around, and gets a crazed expression on his face)

Morpheus: I will show them all! I SHALL AVENGE COOL BALD PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!

A/N: Quite strange, don't you think? Review please, and be honest. Well, maybe not too honest, because flames might make me cry.