I recieved such of positive review, so I decided to torture Pitch some more! Do you have anything to say, Pitchy Poo

Um, he's sitting here in silence... We're on friends terms now (I think?), so he's just chillin' out or whatever and letting me ramble... So, without further ado, jump on the Party Elk and LET THE DANCING BEGIN!

Oh, wait, he has something to say after all... uhp, no, he's just laughing and doing things to make me feel awkward... Enjoy the chaos...

Ana arrived in study hall to find Olivia hunched over and working on some evil assignment concocted by her science teacher, Ms. Doctor Professor Bostik. Pitch, the Nightmare King, was looming over her. Seeing this, Ana sped up, threw open the door to the cafeteria, and rushed over to the table where her friend sat.

"Hey, Olivia, someone's, uh, trying to copy you?" Ana said, getting Olivia's attention without making people think that she was talking to an imaginary friend. The girl sat down, throwing concerned glances at the Boogeyman, who revealed a hint of amusement.

Olivia glanced up, tossing out a casual, "Hey," to Ana. Then, she returned her attention to her work.

"Um, Olivia? Pitch is... standing... behind... you..."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Ask him."

Ana looked at Pitch. "Why are you standing there?"

"To observe," he replied. Olivia slapped her notebook closed and packed up her books, replacing them with a pack of sticky notes. The girl began sketching out some stuff and handed it to Pitch. The Nightmare King took the slips of paper and slid them into his robes. His hand returned with a set of keys, which he deposited into Olivia's outstretched hand. Her own hand clamped over them, sliding them into her pocket.

"Nice doing business with you," Pitch said, fading into the shadows.

Ana gaped at him, and then turned to Olivia.

"Don't ask," her friend requested.

When the supervising teacher dismissed the children eating breakfast and in study hall, Olivia and Ana packed up their things and shot off towards the door. The whole period of time had been distant between the girls, who usually wasted half their time giggling, sharing their ideas, and doodling. Now, Olivia, who had been silent, was near to bursting with excitement.

"C'mon, Ana! We're going on a field trip!" Olivia whispered, tugging her friend away from the hall and towards the entrance- and exit. Olivia led Ana out the door and towards a vacant bus. It was obviously not the usual yellow school bus, because it was black and shadowy. In fact, it was Pitch perfect.

"Where are we going?!" Ana exclaimed.

"It's a surprise!" Olivia answered in a singsong tone. Olivia loaded her belongings and Ana into the bus, but hopped back out as she was going to collect the other students she was taking on this trip.

Olivia returned after several, long boring minutes with a tall, light yellowish brown haired girl in a hoodie, a shorter girl with curly, whitish blonde hair, and a short, plump boy with brown hair and a rolling bookbag. The boy was slightly annoyed, but had an inner excitement of not having to be in his regular classes. The girl with curly blonde and hair and the girl in the hoodie were talking to each other, as well as Olivia, who seemed to be telling them where they were going was a surprise. The small group of teenagers loaded onto the bus, chattering away and asking Olivia a million different questions.

"Load up your stuff and pick a seat everyone!" Olivia instructed the newly loaded students. "We have a few stops to make and then we can head on to our destination!"

Ana was already seated in the row beside the driver's seat, while the two girls made their way to the back. The boy sat behind the driver's seat, where Olivia plopped down.

Sarah, the curly haired blonde, gasped and shouted, "Olivia, are you driving!?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the hoodie girl, Gailan, ejaculated in her 'attitude voice' and waving her finger. "Who's driving the bus?"

"Oh, no," Neel Patrick, the boy, exclaimed, pulling himself to his feet. "If Olivia's driving, I'm outta here!"

"Oh, too late," Olivia said in a fake cutesy tone, her hand raised to her cheek in mock surprise. "I'm already driving!"

Neel Patrick was thrown down, half by himself, half by the sudden motion of the bus as the somewhat insane driver started off. Olivia was, however, EXTREMELY careful while driving.

"Welcome to the Party Elk!" Olivia yelled over the engine, laughing. Sarah and Gailan cheered, throwing fists into the air. Neel Patrick's face contorted into extreme confusion, blended in with annoyance. Ana dropped her face into her hands, signifying her exasperation, yet she laughed, because her friend could be funny, in a weird way. "Our first stop is at a middle school in another district, so it will be a while before we get going to our final stop. HOWEVER, this is the Party Elk, so what radio station do you want to listen tooooo...Ana, since you're the youngest?"

"102.5?" The girl suggested. "Or 97.7, if you want."

"102.5 is good," her friend reasoned. "Most people would probably like it better."

Olivia flicked on the radio switch, adjusted the station, and blasted the volume at a somewhat comfortable level. The station was currently running through its vast selection of commercials, so Olivia changed it to 97.7. This station, after a breif explanation of what the station did better than the others, played the song 'Working for the Weekend.'

"I love this song!" Olivia ejaculated, squirming in her seat in an attempt to dance while driving. Ana moved her fists up and down as her dance movement, while Neel Patrick pulled out his phone and began to do whatever he preferred to do on electronic devices. Sarah and Gailan danced in the back like there was no tomorrow. Most everyone was having fun. MOST everyone.

After a thirty minute drive full of singing, dancing, changing channels, and avid discussions, the Party Elk pulled into the school's drive-around, where two teenagers stood. One, a female with curly brown hair in a pony tail had the other, male with silvery-white hair and a blue hoodie, put an arm around her. He seemed to be consoling her. However, as the bus rolling in, the female glanced up and pointed, shouting in excitement. The bot smiled and relinquished his grasp on the girl, turning to pick up a staff on the ground beside him.

The two teenagers scrambled into the bus, lugging bags with them. The male was, of course, the world renowned Jack Frost. The female was another of Olivia's friends, Celia. Jack and Celia loaded Celia's belongings into the luggage racks abkve the seat behind Ana, where they piled in. After they situated themselves, Olivia closed the doors and started off again.

"Where are we going?" A voice asked, accompanied by a head wearing light brown hair and glasses. "To the dump!" Another voice answered, sarcasm interwoven within it. This boy wore freckles, glasses, and a flame for hair.

Olivia glanced at the stowaways in one of the middle rows, the brown-haired boy bickering back and answering in a smart alecky manner.

"Liam! What are you doing here?!"

"Olivia, why are you driving?!" Her brother, Liam, exclaimed. He was the brown-haired one. "That's your sister?" His friend, Logan, ejaculated.

"Yeah!" The driver answered.

Jack looked to Olivia. "You have a brother?" He inquired, his voice laced with skepticism.

"I have two!" Olivia amended.

"I me too!" Sarah shouted.

"I've got one, does that count?" Ana piped up.

"Anybody got a sister?" Jack broached.

"I've got two," Celia told him.

"I'm a single child, so I have no idea what you're talking about," Neel Patrick laughed.

The ride continued on like this, conversations, singing and dancing, and associating with each other. Eventually, Gailan asked Ana, "Why are you... talking to the air?"

"Oh, craptastic! I forgot! Gailan, Sarah, Neel Patrick, and Logan, you have to believe in Jack Frost and the Boogeyman," Olivia ordered.

"Okay," Sarah agreed.

"Um, why?" Gailan questioned.

"So you can see them," Olivia explained. "And so you don't get a snowball in your face."

Jack grinned. Icy crackles snapped in the air as a snowball formed in his palm.

"Alright," Gailan said.

The Winter Spirit lobbed a hidden snowball at the girl in the hoodie.

Gailan's expression became contorted in shock and she threw up a hand in a karate chop pose. "WHO THREW A SNOWBALL?!"

"Me," Jack answered.

Gailan, Sarah, and Logan gasped, mouths hanging like a passed out person in another's arms.

Neel Patrick was on his phone.

As the day passed, the Party Elk travelled along northwards, only stopping for a lunch and restroom break at 12:00. Proceeding lunch, many of the riders took a nap to recharge their hyperactivity. Jack even offered to drive to give Olivia a break. After debating his responsibility level, she finally agreed, but only if she was up at the front. Hours passed along the more quiet stretch of the road. The sky began to grow darker and night lingered in the air.

Ana was shaken by Olivia. The sky was dyed with midnight and stars. The Party Elk rested in edge of a forest. The bus was warm with sleep, and Ana was not the only one having to be woken up. In fact, Jack was the only one able to stay awake. The groggy accumulation of teens and pre-teens shuffled off the bus with their coats and electronic devices, leaving the comfort of the air conditioned bus for the bitter night air. Only Jack, Olivia, Sarah, and Gailan were happy about the chill. Jack shot a smile to Olivia and then to Ana, who shivered. Olivia pulled the group onward through the undergrowth, until a ragged hole appeared before them.

"Olivia! Wait! Let's get out of here!" Jack hissed, speeding up his stride to get in front of the girl.

"Jack, chill out. I have this under control," Olivia assured him, manuverating out of his path. Jack shuffled back in front of her.

"No, seriously, this is Pitch's lair. Not a good place."

"Maybe for the average Joe, but not us!" Olivia grabbed his wrist and dragged him along to the Removable Point of Discontinuity in the ground. The others of the field trip gathered around the pair, one certain, one not.

Jack stratched the back of his neck. "Um, how do I know you're planning something really crazy?"

Olivia smiled. "You know me too well." And with that, she began to lower herself down into the shadowy depths below.

When the Neel Patrick (after everyone else) had both feet on solid ground (with much assistance from Jack), the kids huddled in a clump, accessing their surroundings. They were located in Pitch's lair, a mysterious cavern filled with swooping arches, cruel cages suspended from the ceiling, and walkways that leaned in odd angles. What little rays of sunlight that fought through acted as a spotlight for a bronze globe mottled in lights. Instead of creating a dulcet effect to the atmosphere, its contrast only made the shadows darker and safer for those who did not wish to show their face...

"I'm thinking that this is going to go the top ten list of my best ideas and devious plots!" Olivia ejaculated with quiet intensity.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming," a british voice said, his voice soft and mocking.

Several people yelped at the sudden newcomer, who stepped out of the shadows. His golden eyes appeared first, accompanied by a nasty grin. The man was lithe and cloaked in a long, trailing robe. His skin was unusual and gray, and his hair was in a spike towards the back. It was Pitch.

"Greetings, children."

Jack lunged foreward to the front of the group, brandishing his staff in a defensive stance. "Pitch!"

"Frost? What are you doing here?" Pitch demanded.

"S' up, Pitchy Poo!" Olivia and Ana chorused.

Snickers rustled through the crowd, but Pitch smiled, leaving Jack with somewhat wider eyes. The Boogeyman clasped his hands together.

"So, what exactly did you have in mind for when you arrived here?"

Olivia gave a breathy chuckle. "I'll never tell." At this remark, Gailan and Sarah snickered.

"Well, then, why don't we start with introductions?" The Nightmare King suggested. "I am Pitch, the Nightmare King and Boogeyman." He gave a slight bow.

"I'm Sarah!"

"I'm Gailan."

"The name's Neel Patrick. Nice to meet you." The boy surged foreward to vigirously shake Pitch's hand.

"I'm Celia!"

"And I know Olivia, Ana, and Jack fairly well."

Pitch turned to Liam and Logan. "And... you are...?"

"My name's Logan," the ginger replied.

"I'm Liam," Olivia's brother mumbled.

"You're Lame? Your name is Lame?" The Boogeyman said.

"Le- UM!" The boy shot back, overenunciating the two syllables.

"Oh, pardon me, Le- UM."

Liam groaned. "Not again! It's Liam! Not 'Le- UM!'"

"Actually, it is Le- UM," Olivia countered, trying not to laugh.

"No, it's not!" Liam protested.

"Suuuurrrrre..." his sister teased.

Nightmares, with their bruise colored, shiny exteriors and streams of black sand flowing majestically behind them, trotted out of the shadows to circle around the cluster of youths. Sarah gasped, her hands on he cheeks. "Can I ride the shadow pony?"

Pitch looked at her in the slightest of confusions, stroking the nightmare that had wandered up to his reach in a mindless motion. "You may ride them... if you fearless enou-"

Sarah was already clambering up onto a hapless nightmare that had strayed in her path. The beast reared in her attempt to dislodge the girl from her back. Of course, Sarah was able to swing a leg onto the top of her back and cling to her neck. Laughter rippled through the others at the shaking Sarah on the bucking nightmare. Sarah did manage to drag herself into a proper riding position and grabbed the strands of nightmare sand in a sort of bridle.

"Oo! Oo! Do you have any cool weapon things?!" Gailan broached Pitch, jumping up and down.

Pitch summoned his (Pitch has just told me not to forget that it is 'awesome' *insert my scrunched up face with tounge sticking out*) scythe and twirled it around, studying it, before he thrust it at Gailan. "Does this count?"

Gailan reached out to stroke the scythe, inquiring, "Can I have it?"

"No, but you may hold it."

Gailan took the weapon in her hand, slammed it into the floor, and flashed everyone her devious smirk face. "I need a blazer to go with this!" Pitch swirled his hand, summonning the article of clothing Gailan wanted for. Sarah steered the tamed nightmare over to Gailan, instructing her to 'hop on, and ride off into the sunset with me!' Her friend jumped on the back of the beast, brandishing the scythe like a... well, a Gailan.

"Okay, Pitch, it is now therapy time!" Ana exclaimed.

"No, thank you," he reciprocated.

"But why?!" Ana wailed.

The Boogeyman groaned, burying his face in his hand. "I-"

"Nice dress!" Celia commented. Jack, Logan, and Liam burst out laughing. Sarah, Gailan, Ana, Celia, and Olivia joined in a beat later.

Pitch looked up, his face an inch from exploding. "WHAT. Did. You. Just. Say?"

"All I said was I like your dress," Celia said.

"Oh, how clever," the Nightmare King sneered. "As if I haven't heard that already!"

"Sorry, Celia," Olivia mumbled.

"You've already insulted his man dresss?!" Celia exclaimed.

"Yeah..." Ana trailed off, looking awkwardly at the floor, while Olivia fixated her gaze on a cage in the distance.

Pitch glared at one girl to another. Pitch laughed, still shooting looks at them. "You are all so mean to me!"

Olivia coughed on a laugh. "Occupational hazard."

"Aw, shut up," he moaned. "I've had to deal with you enough."

"SOMEONE NEEDS A HUG," Olivia declared, shuffling over to embrace Pitch. "Group hug!" Gailan exclaimed, throwing her hands into the and dismounting the nightmare to join in on the hug attack. Ana, too, walked over to hug Pitch.

"I'm not sure how to think about this," Jack said, his face scrunched up in scrutiny.

"Euuuuuuuuuuuw!" Logan bellowed.

"THAT'S not weird," Liam commented.

"Hey!" Neel Patrick protested. "You can't randomly hug people without me!" Then the boy approached the group and added to the layers of people.

At first, Pitch had been amused by Olivia and a FEW of her friends showing concern for him, but when half the group was suffocating him with their embrace, his hard to come by softness harden to the usual annoyance. This emotion radiated from his facial expression, warning the huggers that the time for latching on to the Nightmare King was OVER!

"Get off of me!" Pitch barked, shoving the nearest person away from him. At his command, everyone detatched and dispersed. Except Olivia.

"Ooooliviaaaa! Get. Off. NOW."

"What's the password?"

"Get off before I kill you."

"You are a terrible guesser."

The Boogeyman attempted to wedge the girl off of himself. "Urg... get... off... Unhand me, child! Someone... help... uh, Jack, help... please!"

"If you can't do anything thing, neither can I," Jack said, raising his palms in defense. Pitch ceased to struggle, and instead let his arms hang limp. "Olivia, please get off of me. This hug has lasted too long for comfort!"

"Sure thing, Pitchy Poo," Olivia chirped, releasing the Nightmare King and slipping away. Pitch's mouth hung ajar.

"How do hugs make you feel, Pitch?" Ana interrogated.

"Warm and fuzzy inside," the man told her sarcastically.

"That's good... wait, really?"

"No, Ana."

"Oh, okay..."

Celia butted in. "What sort of evil things do you do?"

Pitch zoned in on his prey, or at least the expression on his face gave the feel of. The Boogeyman stepped in closer to Celia. "I spread fear and terror across the globe. I give you nightmares and know every single one of your fears."

"Stalk much?"

"Why, yes... Yes I do!" Pitch hissed in delight and loomed over the girl. Celia leaned back, palms raised. "Um, Olivia? Help!"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! I'M A HUNDRED AND THREE! PITCH LOOKS LIKE A MONKEY AND I NEED TO PEE!"

Pitch straightened up and glanced around the cavern. "Where are you, Olivia!?"

Olivia's voice came from above them. "Woah... the way you say my name is amazing! It's all British and stuff!"

The Nightmare King scowled as he began to pick out Olivia from all the chaotic decorations of his lair. "Stop playing in the shadows, little girl!"

"Up here, you great twig!" Olivia yelled, revealing her location, standing on the globe, to Pitch.

"Get down from there at once!" Ordered the boogeyman.

"Um, you might wanna check out what Ana's doing, Pitchy Poo."

Pitch whirled around to fing Ana, with Sarah, Gailan, Celia, and Jack spectating, graffiting the walls. The drawing she sketched was a (really good) impression of Pitch's expression at the moment. The drawing-Pitch was glaring at the drawing-kids hugging him and grunting, "Ew, get off!" After a few moments of admiration or confusion, Gailan broke in on the general group's moment.

"Is there a gift shop?"

"No," the Nightmare King answered defensively.

"Darn it!"

"Can I give the nightmare a name?" Sarah broached.

"It already has a name: Onyx! My best nightmare!" Pitch explained.

Olivia broke into the song, 'Reindeers Are Better Than People,' only with different words. She also had hopped off of the globe, gotten behind Pitch, and was mocking his voice and moving his arms around.

"Nightmares are better than people. Onyx, don't you think I'm right?"

Changing voices, she replied, as Onyx, "People will beat you and curse you and cheat you. Everyone of them's bad, except you."

Imitating Pitch again (who looked ready to slap her in the face), Olivia continued, "But people smell better than nightmares. Onyx, don't you think that's true?"

"That's once again true, for all except you."

"You got me, let's call it a night!"

"Goodnight!"

"Don't let the frostbite, bite!"

The teenagers and kids burst into laughter. Even Jack, who had never seen the movie Frozen, broke into a laughing fit. Olivia chuckled while she watched her handiwork, a grin plastered over half her face. Pitch was tired of hosting these pesky children in his PRIVATE lair. The Nightmare King could deal with Olivia's foolishness only because he was used to it; it even amused him if he felt in the mood. But when she brought all of her crazy friends AND his least favorite Guardian, Jack Frost, to annoy him, he needed them out of his wat and a little something to make him feel better.

"Okay, I believe getting back home is in order?" Pitch moaned.

Olivia's expression jumped in surprise. "Oh, yeah, our parents are supposed to come pick us up! The field trip must end!"

A chorus of 'Awwwwwwwwww!'s rose from the crowd of kids. "Oh, go on, get out of here," Pitch shooed them. The man helped them get out of his lair.

"Ah, finally," Pitch sighed, turning back to his globe. "I can plo- WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"

Neel Patrick's head rocketed upward as the Boogeyman yelled at him. "Don't kill me, please!"

Pitch's hand met his face. "I hate Olivia's ideas."

Mwahahahaha! Another Annoy Pitch Mission completed! I hope you laughed and enjoyed my story! If you like my humorous adventures of annoying Pitch and doing crazy stuff with the Guardian characters, would any of you enjoy a longer story with chapters and a plot? Let me know!