A/N-Okay, here is chapter 2! I have to apologize, the first chapter is actually more of an introductory chapter just so you know what the heck is going on. It's kind of a boring chapter, it was boring to write at least! Anyway, here is chapter 2, Puck goes to his first Boy Scout meeting. Hopefully it will be more interesting and funny, no Puckabrina yet, but there will be some in the next chapter, I promise!

Puck - 12-ish

Sabrina - 12

Daphne - 9

Red - 9-ish

Chapter Two

"Hello, sweetie!" said an overly-cheerful mother wearing a scouting uniform, "What's your name?"

"Puck, the Trickster King!" Puck proclaimed loudly, every eye in the room turned towards him and he grinned like he had just won an Academy Award.

"Excuse me?" the mother asked in confusion.

"This is Robin Goodfellow, my adopted son," Granny Relda said. She was wearing a purple dress with a matching hat with a sunflower applique in the center, "My name is Relda Grimm, pleased to meet you."

"Pleased to meet you, too. My name is Tracy Kornett, I'm Franklin's mother," she said, pointing to a chubby boy around the age of twelve, chewing on a doughnut.

"I'm sure he and Robin shall be great friends," Granny Relda said warmly, then she looked at her watch and let out a small gasp, "It's already 2:10, I've got a knitting club coming over to my house at two thirty and I still need to put out cold cuts. I have to run, have a good Boy Scout meeting and behave."

"Of course not, Old Lady," Puck answered smugly. Granny Relda rolled her eyes and quickly bid farewell to Tracy.

A few moments later around twenty boys had arrived in the community center along with their over-protective parents. Most parents were appalled at Puck's horrible manners and some even scolded him. Puck's response was normally a loud belch, an obnoxious fart, or a smug thank you, in which the parent's would turn around, covering their child's ears and eyes huffing and muttering underneath their breaths.

"Hello, everyone! We're so glad you all could make it! Now everyone let's get into presentation formation and meet the newest of member of our club, Robin Goodfellow! I expect you all to welcome him into the group," Tracy Kornett said. Every boy, excluding Puck, took chairs from the corners of the room and set them up, facing Tracy. Puck looked on amused, letting out a fake fart whenever someone would stoop down to pick something up.

"Robin, would you like to introduce yourself?" Henry asked through gritted teeth.

"Of course, peasant!" Puck said smugly, striding over to Tracy.

"I am Puck, the Trickster King, son of Oberon and heir to the throne of Faerie! I am the spiritual leader of snickering lay-a-bouts, slack-offs, tricksters, and punks. I am a villain of the worst kind, I have been banned from hundreds of countries, thousands of cities, millions of hamlets and a few planets you've never heard of. There are bounties over my head in a three different dimensions alone! Therefore, I expect you to treat me like the king I am and tend to my every need and desire. You are dismissed, peasants!" Puck bellowed in a very kingly manner. Then he bowed and took a seat in the front.

"Thank you, Robin, for that rousing introductory speech. It's a pleasure to have you join Pack 46. Now as everyone should know, the Blue and Gold is being held next Friday. Robin, you are welcome to come along, but you will not be receiving any rewards-" Puck looked like he was about to retort as she continued, "-But their will be free food." At this, Puck's face lit up and Tracy continued, describing the banquet and what to wear.

"How was 'Boy Scouts'?" Sabrina taunted.

"Sabrina! Be supportive!" Granny chided, "How was Boy Scouts, liebling?"

"Infested with dweebs! I think I caught something," Puck said, gagging and scratching his back.

"Did they announce anything important?" Granny continued.

"I think they said something about a Blue and Gold banquet next Friday," Puck said, digging into a plate full of purple spaghetti.

"Oh, liebling! That's wonderful. We shall all attend. Did you make any friends?" Granny Relda exclaimed in a sickly sweet voice.

"None. Nada. Zip. Zero," muttered Henry Grimm, stalking into the kitchen. His face was pale and a light shade of green. His hair was mussed up, sticking out in every direction. His Boy Scout shirt was sticking out of his pants and he was sweating heavily.

"Why, Henry, what happened?" Granny Relda cried.

"Robin is what happened-or should I say, Puck, the Trickster King, son of Oberon and true heir to the throne of Faerie. . ." Henry started. Granny Relda clutched her apron in dismay, Daphne looked like she wanted to scold Puck, and Sabrina was holding her stomach, doubling over in laughter at the boy's misfortune.

"Puck!" Granny Relda scolded. "Please, try to make friends this Friday. I'll be watching."

At this, Sabrina literally choked on her laughter. She couldn't hold it in any longer, she fell on the floor and began rolling around. Tears streamed out of her eyes, she guffawed, chuckled, laughed, and giggled.

"Everyone shall be attending." Sabrina quickly sobered up. She picked herself up from the floor, quickly dried the tears from her eyes, letting one last giggle escape her lips.