2 walked along the hallway, aimlessly looking through every opened door. Suddenly, he tripped over a flyer made by 6. He slowly stood, picking up the paper on his way up. He read the paper slowly aloud: Art show: next sunrise in 6's room. Winner gets a prize. 2 rolled the paper back up and stuck it in his pocket. He looked outside to make sure nobody was there, he would get in big trouble if 1 caught him outside without permission. He slowly snuck outside and picked up a stick. He snuck to his "supply yard" and made a nice paintbrush out of a stick and some cat hair he had found. He heard footsteps and dove into a small cardboard box. He peeked out the tiniest bit and he saw 7, 9, 3 and 4 trot by. He slowly realized as he watched them pick up items that they were making paintbrushes too! He slowly stepped out of the box and looked for things to make paint with.

Back at the base, 8 dashed into the throne room, where 1 was dozing off on his throne. 1 nearly hit the ceiling when he heard the door open. "AUUGHH! Wha? What now? -yawn-" 1 said aloud. 8 unrolled the flyer in front of 1. 8 said, "Ooh, art contest! I loves painting!" 1 snatched the flyer and looked over it slowly. He tightened his grip on the flyer and stood up. "Hmph! If there is an art contest, then I shall WIN IT! 1 stomped off and hollered, "Get me a paintbrush, 8. And do it FAST!" In less than 2 seconds, 8 was out of sight looking for a paintbrush. Back at 2's supply yard, everyone was configuring their paintbrushes to their liking when suddenly, they heard a crash, a bang, an, "OOF!" and 8 slid in with a tin can stuck to his arm, beads and candle wax stuck to his head, and he was halfway covered in glue. He didn't even stop as he zoomed by, saying, "Can't..stop...need...paintbrush...!" He grabbed a stick and some cat hair and zoomed back off towards the base, sticking together the paintbrush as fast as he could as he ran. 3 and 4 blinked in surprise, 5 laughed his head off, 2 looked confused, and 9 and 7 looked at each other bewildered. "Why would 8 need a paintbrush? He rarely paints any!" 9 has said in a confused tone. 3 and 4 gave each other the, "Conspiricy" look.

Three hours later, 2,3,4,5,6,7 and 9 walked back in, paintbrushes in tow. 1 was pacing in his throne room, waiting for the next day to come. 2 and the others sat on the carpet, putting the final touches on their paintbrushes, when 1 burst through the throne room door, dashing to a different room. All of the others gave each other another bewildered look and went back to making their brushes. 1 dashed into 6's room, looking for possible paint supplies. He found bottle after bottle of ink, looking for something to sabotage to increase his chances of winning. Finally, he thought of something, but it would have to wait. 1 grinned as he thought of it..... Back in the hall, 3 and 4 were happily showing off their paintbrushes. 2 looked out the window and exclaimed, "CAPRICUPA!" Everyone looked at him like he was crazy. 2 cleared his throat and said, "It's...erm... getting late. We'd better head to bed. Everyone nodded sleepily, picked up their paintbrushes, and headed to their rooms, where they dozed off. 1 snuck slowly out of his hiding place when he heard everyone snoring. He snuck into 2's room first. He noticed that 2 had a few bottles of colored ink, and colored the outside of the bottles black so 2 wouldn't be able to tell them apart. He snuck into 3 and 4's room next and did the same thing with their ink. He slowly snuck into 5's room and saw that he had a bottle of ink in his arms. 1 slowly drew the bottle out of his arms and poked a hole in the bottle, draining the ink. 1 snuck to 6's room and pulled 6's arms aside until the ink drained out of 6's fingers. He sabotaged almost everything and then went to the throne room and fell asleep.

The next day, everyone was awoken by 6 screaming. They ran to his room, all but 1, and saw 6 franticly trying to scribble on the wall of his room, panting, "I...can't...draw...I...can't......" 9 ran back to his room and yelled. They went to his room. He yelled, "I picked up this bottle of ink and it stained me black!" 2 ran to his room and they heard him hiss, "Oh shoot..." They ran to his room. He was holding a bottle of ink and he was stained as well. In the next half hour, everyone was stained black. 2 sighed, grabbed a cloth, put stain remover on it, and started wiping everyone off until they were back to normal. 5 stood and mumbled, "I need a drink of water..." He stood and dragged his feet to a big bottle of water down the hallway. 30 seconds later, they heard a cough and a shout. They ran there and saw 5 clutching his throat on the floor, choking out the words, "That...-cough- isn't...real...-hack-...water..." 2 found and gave him real water and hauled him off to the medical room. 7 dipped her hand into the water bottle and pulled her hand out. Her hand was stained black with ink. 1, who figured that he was going to win the art contest, walked out of the throne room and tripped over a flyer. The flyer read: Contest postponed until next week due to medical problems. 1 threw the flyer to the floor and went to see what the problem was.

5, who was still in the medical room, was still coughing up wads of black ink after an hour. 7 was cleaning ink out of her eyes, 6's fingers were sore from trying to draw, 9 had ink all over his zipper, 3 and 4's hoods were soaked with ink and they had ink in their eyes, and 2 was having an anxiety attack from having to take care of everyone. 1 peeked into the medical room and saw this. He stepped into the room and waved his arms. "Aren't you going to have the contest yet!?" he yelled. 5 hiccuped, 2 panted and shook his head, 3 and 4 shook their heads and wrung more ink out of their hoods, 6 shook his head, 7 wiped her eyes and shook her head, and 9 shook his head. "WHY NOT!?" 1 exclaimed. 2 shook all over and was too weak to speak, 3 and 4 put their hands over their eyes, 5 hacked up another glob of ink, 6 shivered, 7 wiped her eyes again, and 9 shuddered and said, "We can't. We're too injured...." 1 stormed off and slammed the door to the throne room.

The next day, 1 checked back on the stitchpunks. 2 was taking care of them one by one. 3 and 4 were crying because their eyes hurt so much, 5 was exausted from coughing all night, 6's fingers were still sore, 7 was crying with the twins, and 9 was hugging 7 to ease her pain. 1 scowled and stomped of again. A week later, finally, everyone was back to normal. But, everybody was so absorbed in each other's health that they forgot about the art contest. Everyone did but 1, who was still mad at them for forgetting. Later, 5 was walking along when suddenly, he tripped over a flyer. He picked it up and it read: Art contest. Today in ten minutes in the throne room. 5 hurried off and told the others. They seemed to like the idea and found the paintbrushes from the week before. They all met in the throne room, where 1 was waiting. He gave them all a piece of paper and told them to start drawing. Afterwards, they finished. 1 grabbed the drawings and said aloud, "Erm...I'll be right back! I have to judge them!" He scurried off to his room and locked the door. 1 chuckled and said to himself, "1, you really are the clever one!" He slowly went through the drawings and wrote down a list in his opinion:

2: Good enough

3: Pitiful

4: Pitiful

5: Awfully awful

7:Meh

8:Poo

9:Good enough

Then, 1 realized that he was accidently sitting on 6's drawing. He picked up 6's drawing and saw a sticky note on it, saying: To 1: I made this even while my fingers were sore. I hope you like it even though it's a bit scribbly. 1 looked at the drawing and nearly dropped it. It was a picture of all the stitchpunks together, with the scribbly word, "friends" above it. 1 sniffed and flicked a tear off of his eye and thought a moment. He sniffed again and stuck a blue ribbon on 6's drawing instead of his. He slowly walked out of his room. He handed 6 his drawing and 6 jumped around, screaming, "I GOT IT! I GOT IT!" 1 smiled and walked back to his room, with everyone watching him. 2 smiled and walked away. 1, glad that everyone was gone, slumped on his throne. He appeared to be sad, but he was happy on the inside.