Magenta had begun to pack.

She would dash around the room, grabbing everything she thought she would need. Clothes. Shoes. Kitchen tools. Etc.

As she raced she murmured words insults under her breath, clearly stating Frank.

"Done." She sighed as she put her toothbrush on the top of a pile of clothing. She than remembered her comb and picked it up.

When her eyes looked up from her suitcase, they caught sight on a bed. This bed was not Magentas or even Riff Raff's.

It was a light shade of pink, clearly dulling and it looked like it hadn't been slept in, in months.

"Oh Columbia "she sighed.

Columbia had been Magenta's best friend; she was the only one, besides Riff, that made her stay.

But Two months ago, Columbia; left, she was sick of Frank or Frankie as she called him. Magenta begged her to stay, fearing that Columbia, so emotional and fragile, would be hurt out in the big world.

But Frank had changed, and changed for the worst. Columbia had to leave. But Magenta and Riff raff were forced to stay. While Frank just kept getting worse.

She had not noticed she had been staring for so long, until her brother walked into the room.

"Hey"

She dropped the comb she was holding, "oops" she said under her breath.

Quickly, she placed it in her bag and zipped it up.

She turned. "Hey Riffy."

Riff raff walked up to her, "Frank says we have three hours, right now we have to cook him breakfast, than clean."

"Really?" Magenta growled.

…

In the kitchen, Magenta was pouring the pancake batter; Riff raff had been organizing the kitchen, so that Frank would be able to find everything.

"Riffy." Magenta called. "Pass me the frank head cookie cutter."

Riff raff opened a drawer than tossed something made of metal in the air.

Magenta caught it and eyed it. It was real life size. Shaped like the masters head.

She rolled her eyes as she pressed it into the pan and shaped the batter.

"It'll be ready in ten." She called out.

Suddenly, she felt hands on her waist. She didn't need to ask who it was, she knew.

Slowly turning, she put her arms around his neck. "How much longer?"

Riff looked at his watch then back at her.

"Um, an hour and a half."

"Hey, think about it, and hour and a half and we'll be out of here."

"Still, we have to come back."

"But it'll be like a vacation, who cares if we have to be back, it'll be just us."

.BEEP.

Magenta turned to see the pan in blaze.

"Oh my god. Oops. I can't believe I did that."

She grabbed a hand towel and flapped it into the air. But the steam just grew more.

Gas filled the room, as Riff raff pressed the trigger on the fire extinguisher.

They both coughed as they stumbled around.

But when the smoke cleared Riff raff was holding Magenta.

"Magenta!" Frank's voice was heard in the air. "Get my food now!"

Magenta plopped the burn pancake on a plate.

"What are you doing? You can't serve the master that!" Riff raff raised an eyebrow.

"Why not?" Magenta winked.

She pulled out a can of whip cream and smeared it all over the black pancake. Covering where it was burnt.

…

Riff raff wiped the windows with a wet towel. His arm outstretched reaching for the corners.

Magenta was working on the floor. She pulled her mop out of a bucket full of water.

"I think I'm done" Riff raff sighed, finally reaching the corner.

"Me too" Magenta smiled and walked to him.

They pressed fingertips, risen their hands above their head and banged there eyebrows.

"Magenta! Riff Raff!"

Both their heads turned at the same time.

"It's time to go! Go get me that plant!"