Hey, everybody! This is just a drabble I came up with, since I noticed few stories that actually use Puck's shape-shifting power in them. I might add more chapters with various other animals, but only if I have the inspiration and time. (Plus desire and willpower to drag myself off the couch.) Anyway, I hope you like my half-baked idea!

Don't own it.

P.S. Reviews and constructive criticism are my best friends! (As always.)

Puck was astonished with his own brilliance. In all seriousness, how could he have not thought of this before? All the secrets of the Grimm clan were his to exploit! Well, at least the secrets of his wife and daughters.

Puck flew his way around the living room, eyes peeled for either his spouse or his prodigy. This had taken some getting used to, granted. The multiple images somehow made him want to throw up, but it would be worth it if he could gain some valuable insight into the lives of his family, such as why Emma was failing math.

Admittedly, the buzzing was also starting to get annoying. He didn't make that much sound when he normally flew, did he? It was maddening! No wonder bugs flew in such bizarre patterns, they were probably trying not to hurl.

But never mind that now; he was getting close to his goal, though he had a couple of close calls, the closest involving the dinning room and Emma with a rolled-up newspaper. While he could appreciate the irony of it, it would be best not to allow Emma to turn her father into a tiny smear on the dinning room table.

Passing into the kitchen, he headed for the top of the cupboards. He had discovered this spot long ago. It was the only place in the house where you could hear EVERYTHING. Every pipe bursting, every time the dogs made a mess of themselves, and, oh yeah, every conversation currently taking place in the house. While this was an invasion of his family's privacy, Puck figured, it was practically his paternal duty to know every little thing about his household. It wasn't his fault exactly; he just needed to know why Emma failed such and such, what exactly Sabrina was planning on doing to the curtains (and how much it would cost), and which gutless swine he had to worry about eviscerating if Allison got too chummy with them. See! It was really a favor to them in the long run.

Searching with his highly sensitive fly-ears, (Which begs the question, do flies have ears?) he quickly zoomed in on a conversation up in Sabrina's study.

"…on't care, Daphne, it's out of the question." A faint murmuring, like someone on the other end of a telephone, responded.

"You can stop bringing it up, it's not going to happen." Murmur, Murmur.

"Daphne, I'm hanging up now. I have a lot of work to do. Scarecrow called earlier asking about his case and I… No! I'm not doing that! … What do you mean why?!" The murmuring on the other end appeared to be getting more exasperated.

"I don't care if he'd love it! … No, I really don't! Puck will survive, I'm sure." Oh, so she was hiding something from him, now was she? The plot thickens.

"What do you mean just come look at it? … I have no desire to look at it. I'm appalled you even suggested it! … It's totally different than what you got me for Christmas!" Whatever Daphne had gotten Sabrina was totally different from that sleeveless body-hugging dress? Puck hoped not.

"… Well for starters, that covered far MORE! ... What if the girls saw me walking around in that?! They'd think it was all right to… No, I'm not… Well, yes, I… You know what Daphne? I will come over there tomorrow, just so I can tell you to take it back. … No! I don't want the hat that goes with it; I don't want it at all! … Yes, you will see me tomorrow, and no, I will not be taking it with me when I leave. … Daphne, really… Uggh, love you too. … Bye."

A click announced that the phone was back in its cradle. Filing his wife's words away for future teasing, Puck attempted to listen in on the sound of his younger daughter's voice, somewhere down the hall in the living room. (He also made plans to thank Daphne on Sabrina's behalf for what he assumed would be a very generous birthday gift.)

"Okay, three times five would be… eight? And eleven times seven must be… nine?" Puck, listening to the ominous scratching of pencil on paper, winced inwardly and found himself hoping fervently that it was Sabrina's turn to help the girls with their homework.

"If a poster is seven inches long by three inches wide, what is its area? Hmm, … … seventy three?" If Puck had been in his normal form, he would have banged his head against something hard. As it was, he simply reminded himself to ask Sabrina if she could set up another parent-teacher conference whenever she had the time. He would go himself, but the principle's restraining order prevented him from entering the building.

And last but not least, Puck, in apprehension, tuned whatever listening device flies have towards his eldest daughter's bedroom; the place no sane father would ever venture.

"…cky, he is dreamy, isn't he? And his eyes, Vicky, his eyes! I could just melt in them!" Puck felt a dark emotion stir in his little fly chest. Perhaps another of Allison's classmates needed to be dealt with.

"…nd Mr. Rollards said Parker is going to be going to state, this year! I mean it's no surprise, really. He always was the best of the team." So that was the little weasel's name: Parker. It sounded like some royal fairy guardsmen were going to be taking a trip to Manhattan tonight.

"Yeah, he asked to see me tomorrow. … I know! … We're meeting behind the cafeteria, after school. … I'll just skip cheerleading practice, since…" WHAT?!

Sabrina Grimm was just finishing her memo to Scarecrow, her face still slightly flushed from her conversation with Daphne, when a resounding crash sounded from down-stairs. Jerking her head up, Sabrina was already reaching for one of the many knives she had hidden around the place, when Puck sprinted past the office's open doorway…only he was heading toward's the girls' rooms, not downstairs. "OVER MY DEAD BODY!" She heard him yell, as he wrenched Allison's door open.

He he he...I don't know what I created. I truly apologize. But please, tell me mistakes and I'll fix them. And if you liked this, read my other sister's grimm fanfic too! Thanks!