A/N- I don't own anything in this story, except the plot. Oh, and Alanna and Kel were
wearing dresses in the first chapter to pretend that they really did like "social events".
Thanks for all the reviews on the first chapter! I got 10 in 2 days! I threw this chapter
together pretty quick. I hope it meets your standards! : )
Revenge of the Giant Chicken
The little group sprinted down the corridor to Kel's chambers. Once inside, they just
stared at each other. Finally Alanna cracked a smile. "Did you see the look on his face?
Classic!"
"That was great!" Neal yelled as everyone grew hysterical with laughter.
"Terrific! That was the best prank I've ever pulled. Well, this week, anyways!" Dom
added.
Suddenly, a thought struck Kel. "Hey, what if he knows it was us?"
Raoul sat down in a chair. "What would Jon do to us, send us to our rooms?"
This brought on another round of cackling. They were safe. The prank had gone off
perfectly. What could happen?
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"I cannot believe them!" Jon yelled as he wiped feathers and maple syrup off his face.
"What ever would posses them to do this?!"
Thayet hid a smile. "Jon, this is Alanna and Raoul we're talking about. I never doubted
their ability to do something like this."
"Well, neither did I. I just never thought they'd do something like this. I mean, humiliating
me in front of the whole court?!" Jon looked at Thayet. "I just have one thing to say."
"And what would that be?"
"Revenge."
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All night, Jon sat up, scheming. If he was going to get even with them, he'd need to think of
something good. Finally, it struck him. The perfect plan. "Thayet!" he whispered as he shook his
wife awake, "Thayet, wake up! I've got an idea!"
"What is it Jon?" came the tired reply.
"I know how to get back at them!"
"That's nice dear. Now go back to sleep."
"Thayet! Don't you want to hear what it is?" Jon sounded slightly put-down.
Thayet took no notice of her husband's tone (it was three in the morning, after all!) as she
answered, "No, not really."
"Well, I don't care. I'm going to tell you anyways."
Thayet continued to ignore him. Jon glared at the back of her head. She sighed as he lit a
wreath of candles, lighting up the entire room. "O.k., what is it?"
Jon smirked. "First we have to get some people."
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An hour and a half later, Wyldon of Cavall, Baird of Queenscove, Numair Salmalin, and
Gary the Younger of Naxen all sat, looking very disheveled, around a table in Jon and Thayet's
rooms. Numair was the first to speak up. "It's four-thirty in the morning, Jon. What do you
want?"
Jon continued to stare into the fire, a faraway look on his face. Thayet, who, like the
others, wanted to return to bed as soon as possible, finally nudged him with an annoyed grunt.
Jon snapped out of his daze. He looked around the table. "I'm sure you all know about the, er,
fiasco that occurred at the ball this night, or rather last night, considering the fact that it is now so
early in the morning, haha!" he cleared his throat as everyone glared at him, not caring for his
'joke'. Jon could have sworn he heard crickets in the room, it was so quiet.
"Get on with it, Conte," Gary said with a death glare at his king and old friend.
"Yes, please do," muttered Wyldon.
Jon grinned nervously, then continued, "O.k., here's the plan..."
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It was still early in the morning when Jon, Thayet, Wyldon, Baird, Numair, and Gary
slipped out of the king and queen's chambers and down a hall into a very dark and very big
room. "O.k., Thayet, Wyldon, and Gary, you all go get our supplies while Numair, Baird, and I
get our little friends," The king's piercing blue eyes rested on each of them as he talked, "We'll
put sleeping charms on them, and then bring them back here. Then the real fun'll begin." He gave
and evil smile. "Alright. We'll meet in forty-five minutes. Good luck." With that, they all went
their separate ways.
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Their job done, everyone looked at Jon to see what to do next. Jon looked at his friends.
"Well, we're done." He sat down at a table.
Thayet looked at Numair. "How will we break the spell?"
Numair stifled a yawn. "We have to throw something at them."
Gary joined Jon and asked him, "Now what?"
"Now we wait," the king answered, "For them to wake up. In front of everyone."
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Dom yawned and stretched. He went to get out of bed, only to think, Wait a
minute...Who's that? It looks like- "MEATHEAD! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
The scream woke Neal up and he in turn, acted in a much more civilized manner, by
screeching at the top of his lungs. "DOM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BLOODY
BED?!!"
"YOU'RE BED? THIS IS MY BED! GET OUT!!!"
The cousins flailed around, trying to get out of each other's grip. They seemed to be stuck
together. Then Neal notice something else. They seemed to be suspended in the air, upside
down. "Dom, I don't think we're in anyone's bed. We're hanging upside down!" At this new
realization, they both decided to do something about it.
"HELP!!!"
"GET US DOWN FROM HERE!!!"
"HEEELLLLLLLP!!!!!"
"WILL YOU TWO BE QUIET!" A new voice roared over their screaming, quieting them
down.
Neal craned his neck to look at the yeller. "Oh, hello Lady Alanna, Sir Raoul. Um, what
are you doing?"
Alanna, who was dressed as a horse, complete with fake ears, tale, and hooves, was
seemingly holding Raoul, who was frozen in a ballet pose and clad in a frilly pink dress and high
heels, above her head with only one hand. Now, this wouldn't have been as amazing if Alanna
had resembled a giant and Raoul a rather small page, but considering the fact that both their
appearances were quit the opposite, this was a very unusual sight. They both sighed. Raoul
looked down at Alanna. "You answer."
Alanna looked at Neal. "Queenscove, we've been like this for a long time. Believe me, if
we knew what it is that we're doing now, and how to stop it, we wouldn't be doing it."
"Hey, why are you all still in my room?" Kel asked with a yawn. They all looked at her.
She was standing on one hand, the other held out at her side. There were plates, mugs, and
bowls stacked on her feet. "What?" She asked as Dom and Neal snorted. Alanna and Raoul hid
smiles as Kel yelled, "What? What's so funny? Tell me!"
"Well, Kel," Raoul said, smiling, "Look."
Kel looked at her clothes and felt her face. She sighed. Kel was dressed like a man, but
not only in clothes, which resembled a commoner's patched and baggy clothing. She also had a
big, bushy, fake beard glued to her face. "Oh, very funny. Who did this? Where are we?"
"We're in the dining hall. And I'd have to guess Jon did this."
"I agree, Alanna," said Raoul, "But how could he do this himself? He must have had help.
But who?"
As if to answer his question, a cherry tart flew through the air and hit Alanna in the head.
The spell keeping everyone in place fell apart, dumping them to the ground. The walls of the
dining hall resonated with laughter. Over the heads of the roaring knights and soldiers eating
breakfast, Alanna spotted Jon, Thayet, Numair, Wyldon, Baird, and Gary rolling on the ground
guffawing. Jon spotted them looking and waved as he and the others got up and hurried from the
hall. Alanna's eyes narrowed as she wiped cherries off of her face, growling, "THAT'S IT! THIS
MEANS WAR!!!"