A shrill shriek woke up Riff Raff and Magenta with a start. "Oh great, here ve go again…" the domestic mumbled as she stood up from her nice, comfortable bed. Riff Raff had dozed off, still tired from last night's job, and needed nothing more than sleep. He pulled the white sheets over his skinny hunched body and began to think about Transsexual: his beloved planet.

Him and Magenta were forced to leave with Frank, (the prince of the planet), and both had to work for him as servants. Riff kept thinking on and on about the moon drenched shores of the planet and the darkness that fills the skies, when suddenly, he felt something rubbing against his arm.

He popped his head up from the pillows to find his beautiful sister smiling while stroking him with her finger. She had already dressed in her French maid's uniform and her makeup was done with perfection.

"You've got to get up darling, or Frank vill get out ze vhip…" Magenta said as she trailed off deep into his sea blue eyes. "I know, sweetheart." Riff assured her and kissed her on the hand. "You don't have to worry, for I haven't worked hard enough for the bastard." His sister laughed at the comment as she curled her body into his chest, along with a jungle of an auburn mess attached to her head.

"Vhen, Riff?" she asked full of worry. Riff smiled down upon his sister and started to nuzzle up against her soft cheeks. "Sometime soon, I hope. Frank's already made Rocky. I don't know what else he could've came here for." he replied.

The two looked at each other happily as they shook their noses together. Riff leaned down toward her neck and kissed the skin softly, making Magenta smile of pleasure. When he looked back up at her, the two leaned in for a kiss, but then were interrupted by a figure standing in the door way.

The bright and cheerful groupie of the castle, Columbia, had been crying because her black eyeliner was smeared all over her face. Her baby pink lips pouted as she snatched a tear from her eye with a painted finger nail. "I can't stand anymore of this!" she cried with her Australian accent thicker than it usually was. "Vhat is it zis time?" Magenta sighed with an eyeroll. "NOTHING THAT CONCERNS YOU, MAGENTA!" A voice boomed.

Heels clicked down the old hall, then stopped at the same room. Frank looked at them with his head held high so that his curled, black hair fell behind him. He had dressed in his usual outfit; a dark, sparkly corset, a black bikini bottom, worn out tights and platform stilettos with jewels pinned on the sides.

"Columbia is being rather dramatic this morning. Apparently, when I start to cheat with another woman, she 'freaks out'." Frank finished with a rather snotty tone directed at Magenta, whose smile had turned into an annoyed look. "Well, it isn't fair, Frank!" Columbia complained as everyone looked back at her sad face. "You're the love of my life, and I want nothing more but you. But instead of being sympathetic of my feelings, you go run off into Frankie Land with that slut, Janet, again! How am I ever going to know that you love me?" she responded, full of anger.

Tears started to drip from her eyes as she looked at Frank with hatred. Magenta and Riff Raff exchanged startled faces, and then looked back at the troubled couple.

"Columbia, look darling, I-""SHOVE IT, FRANK!" she yelled as she cut off Frank's apology. Columbia tossed her short, red hair in his face and stormed to her room, door slamming loudly behind her.

Frank looked rather hurt. His perfect eyebrows narrowed as his lips opened to try to say another word, but Magenta said it for him. "Columbia is right zough, Master…" she started. "I THINK WE ALL KNEW THAT!" he shouted in both the siblings' faces. Frank clenched his fists and took a deep breath. His posture yet again stood straight as he looked at Riff Raff and Magenta with an evil smile planted on his face.

"Now, I want the both of you downstairs to get a start on breakfast with whatever is left in the kitchen. I'll send Riff Raff to the market later." he started looking directly at his faithful handyman. "In the meantime, if either of you are not down stairs within five minutes, there shall be no more of these….." Frank hesitated as he stared down at the floor in disgust. He looked back up and decided to carry on. " 'slumber parties' between the two of you. Am I clear?" "Yes Master…" Magenta and Riff Raff replied in unison. "Great. Now that we have it settled, I'm going to check on Rocky." Frank said, and with a turn on his heel, he clicked down the old hall as he once did before, leaving the two alone in the bedroom.

"Well, I guess we better get a move on in order for us to see each other again tonight…" Riff suggested as he stood up from the bed. Magenta got up along with him, and picked up the brush located on the floor next to the messy bed. After she finished combing through her mass of bushy, auburn hair, she slid on her boots and followed Riff out the door, wondering as to what was going to happen next.