Disclaimer: The Charmed Characters are the property of Aaron Spelling and Constance Burge. I just borrow them for your enjoyment and my writing addiction.

Ever wonder how Prue and Phoebe ended up at the club after Kate made them kids?...Hers my take on that

Once Upon a Time…Missing Scene


The small fairy hung in the air as Prue and Phoebe just starred at her in awe. The awe of a child seeing a magic show.

"Pwue."
"I see her."
"Cool,"

Thistle watched as the two adult witches took her in. She knew they would be the ones to help her and the rest of the fairies. But she also knew they needed their sister. Only the three sisters together could save her village from the trolls.

"Pwue we need to help her." Phoebe grabbed at her sisters' shirt.
"I know. But how?"
"I don' know. Maybe we need Biper."
"Yeah Biper. She smart she know what to do." Prue looked at Kate. "Kate we gonna get Biper."

Kate wasn't sure what to think. "What about Thistle?"
"Well."
"Ohohohoh I know I know. Give me the key to the box. That way the trolls can't get her." Phoebe jumped up and down at her idea.
"Yeah. Good idea Beebee." Prue turned back to Kate. "Ok Kate we will get Biper and come back here at midnight."
"Ok. Here take this too. That way we can talk to each other." Kate handed Prue a walkie-talkie.

Prue and Phoebe ran down the street towards the Manor.

"Ok so we get Biper then come back right?"
"Right and I get to dwive." Phoebe called out as she ran ahead of her sister.
"Beebee. No. I do." Prue yelled as she ran faster to get to her sister.

Phoebe ran into the Manor and grabbed th keys of fthe hook, but felt the weight of her sister hit her from behind as they fought for the keys.

"Me dwive." Phoebe exclaimed as she held the keys tight to her
"No you to wittle."
"So are you."
"My car."
"SO. I wanna dwive." Phoebe screamed as she pulled the keys in her hands trying to get them away from Prue.
"NO. Now let go!"
"NO!" Phoebe finally got the keys from Prue and was starting for the door.
"Beebee give me keys."
"No." she called back as she ran down the side of the house towards the car. As she reached it though she felt the key leave her hands.
"No fair, using magic. Biper said you always do that."
"Do not. "
"Too."
"Not."
"Too!" Phoebe tried to grab at the keys but Prue held them just out of her reach
"Nana nana nana! You can't weach them." Prue then quickly got in the drivers side of her SUV and started the engine. "Come on. We gotta huwwy."
"I'm telling. That isn't fair." Phoebe grumbled as she got in the other side. "I dwive home." She said as she sulked into the passenger seat.
"Nah-uh."

"Pwue look out!" Phoebe cried out as her sister came awfully close to another car.
"Ssshhh. I confentwatin'." Prue said as she held the wheel, not really seeing the red light she had just run.
"PWUE!" Phoebe held her hands over her eyes in fear.


Finally making it to P3, they pulled in the parking lot and parking extremely crooked both sister leaped from the vehicle.

"I get to tell her."
"Nah-uh."
"You dwove so do to." Phoebe argued back.
"I'm older."
"SO. I'm faster." Phoebe took off to the club yelling for her sister. "Biiiiiper!"

"Beebee!" Prue called after her sister but she watched as he slipped through the main door of P3 already.

Phoebe ran up to the bar and pulled herself on her stomach across, looking at Abbey, the bartender, "Where Biper?"
"Excuse me?" Abbey looked at her bosses sister somewhat confused.
"Biper. Where she?" Phoebe demanded.
"If you mean Piper. She isn't here yet."
"Well dang!" Phoebe pushed herself off the bar and watched as Prue came down the stairs. "She not here."
"What? Now what we do?"
"Don't know."

They stood a bit at the bar hoping that their sister would come.

"I bored Pwue."
"Wanna sing?"
"YEAH!" Phoebe took off to the stage and grabbed the mic. "Ohoho I know. Frere Jacque."
"Oh and go wound and wound." Prue got excited at her sisters' suggestion.
"YEAH! Otay weady."
"Yup.
"Otay. 1-2-3…":

"Frère Jacque, Frère Jacque.
Dormez-vous? Domay va?"

Prue took the mic from Phoebe. "Its DOOOORRRmEEZZZZ-vous? Not, domay va?"
"No it not."
"Is too."
"Not."
"Too. Otay let go again."
"Tay. 1-2-3."

Once again both sisters tried to sing.

"Frère Jacque, Frère Jacque.
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines, Sonnez les matines
Ding ding dong, Ding ding dong."

Phoebe clapped "Oh let do it again but wound and wound."
"Yeah."
"Otay me go first." Phoebe started
"No me."
"NO me!" Phoebe stamped her foot to the stage.
"Don't be a baby."
"Not a baby."
"Is too." Prue stuck out her tongue at her sister.
"Am not."
"Too.
"Me not wanna sing wit you."
"No Beebee, need to wound it."

Phoebe seemed to think a minute. "Me go fiwst?"
"Otay."
"Yeah! Otay weady?"
"Yup."

Phoebe took the mic, "Frère Jacque, Frère Jacque."

As she started the next bit Prue started. "Frère Jacque, Frère Jacque."
"Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?"
"Sonnez les matines, Sonnez les matines"
"Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?"
"Sonnez les matines, Sonnez les matines"
"Ding ding dong, Ding ding dong."
"Ding ding dong, Ding ding dong." Prue finished as Phoebe clapped loudly.

"I no wanna do again." Phoebe whined.
"Yes." Prue said, as she wanted to. "Me go fiwst now."
"NO. Me no do."
"You a baby."
"Not a baby."
"Is too."

Abbey stood at the bar in wonder as to what was wrong with Prue and Phoebe. Maybe they were drunk. She past the word to every one NOT to serve them no mater what they said or did.

Several of the servers had tried to get them from the stage but it was no use. But as they started into a rendition of you are happy and you know it, she saw her reprieve as Piper walked down the club stairs. Even from the distance between them she knew that Piper was NOT impressed.

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They hadn't even seen Piper walked down the steps in disgusted and shock. They just had to sing. They didn't care what anyone thought. But somewhere so deep they did care. But for right then it didn't matter all they wanted to do was sing.