This is a one-chapter size story involving Cheren and his mom. I wrote this mainly for fun and it's completely skipable, no relevant plot material.

Cheren's Training

Uno Household

Cheren Uno was around 9-and-a-half years old, but there was a big responsibility on his shoulders: he was Supreme Leader of the Kids Next Door. It's not very surprising, considering his family comes from a long line of great leaders. His father was once Leader of Sector V, the Earth representative of the GKND, and great-grandson of Demon King Malladus Uno. Yeah, he was a big deal. His mother, on the other hand, was Supreme Leader of the Kids Next Door in her time, and was descended from one of the greatest heroes of all time, Link.

Because of his father's family line, Cheren's older siblings were both firebenders. It was only fitting they be placed in Sector V. But Cheren didn't have any real powers. Except for one thing: his mother, being Link's descendant, could wield the legendary Master Sword. And somehow, this ability was passed down to Cheren. Even though he only used it once.

Cheren always looked up to his mother as a hero. He's heard stories about her days as leader, how she was one of the greatest leaders of all time. Cheren immediately knew: he wanted to be just like her. Everyday, he kept wanting to get stronger, so he can be as great as her. And he told her this. Ever since before Cheren went into cadet training, Rachel T. Uno has been training her son in combat, swordplay, and archery. They used toy swords and stuff, but Cheren has been improving day and day.

It was a regular Friday afternoon when school was out. Cheren eagerly returned home to meet his mother for another training session. They went down into the secret treehouse underneath Cheren's room, where they usually hosted their training sessions. "I gotta say, Cheren, you've really been improving." Rachel said as she grabbed her wooden sword and tossed another one to Cheren. "You actually knocked me off my feet twice yesterday."

"Heh." Cheren smiled proudly. "Maybe I'm already good enough to surpass you."

"Dooon't get your hopes up just yet." Rachel said with a smirk. "So far, you've only been good at dealing with foes in normal hand-to-hand combat. And you've pretty much passed that portion of your training when you beat Nerehc. Today, we're going to try something a little different." She said as she grabbed a jar of some green dust from the table.

"Like what?" Cheren questioned, curious.

Rachel plucked the lid off the jar and said, "Think fast!" as she threw the dust all over Cheren.

Cheren shut his eyes and coughed, now covered head-to-toe in the green dust. "Wh…What?…" Cheren's body sparkled as he watched everything around him grow bigger. From Rachel's view, her son began to shrink smaller and smaller. When he stopped shrinking, he stood at only a few inches big.

Cheren looked ahead as a pair of giant, sandaled feet stepped his way, creating loud, booming footsteps on the wooden floor. He was still trying to comprehend what happened, but when he looked up, his eyes widened at the sight of his 50-foot tall mother, looking down and aiming her huge wooden sword at him. "There! That's good enough!" Rachel smiled, her voice echoing.

Cheren frantically looked around the area, feeling totally shocked. "Wh-What just happened?"

"Cheren, you've gotta remember that not every foe will be the same. If you're going to be a great leader, you've gotta learn to face a variety of enemies. In this case, some foes will appear in sizes bigger than you can imagine."

"Is THAT why you shrunk me?"

"Yep! You've gotta learn to be able to fight well at a reduced height and strength. I mean, just look at Anthony. It didn't take him long to adjust to a smaller height. And if I recall, you and Panini didn't fair too well when you entered the Minish Door."

"Well… I won't argue with that." Cheren figured. "But, this still seems kinda dangerous."

"Cheren, a good leader has to be ready to FACE danger, no matter how big or small it is. When training, you have to act like it's the real thing, and know that your life is on the line if you mess up."

"Well… if you say so." Cheren guessed. Although, this made him afraid that his mother would actually try to kill him. But, she wouldn't do that, right? It's just part of the training. Still, Cheren felt very nervous about facing his mother at such a small size. From this point of view, she looked very imposing. His mother was already a tall and powerful woman. She knew how to stay firm on her feet, never one to budge too easily. It's why he admired her, probably. From the look of her now-gigantic feet, it wouldn't be easy knocking her down this time.

"Okay." Rachel said, getting into a fighting position, while Cheren did the same. "You know how to be fast on your feet, so you better use that in a situation like this. Annnd GO!"

Rachel immediately slammed her sword at the ground, and Cheren back-flipped just before the massive piece of wood smashed him. Rachel stepped forward and swung her sword rapidly across the floor, Cheren hurriedly dodging each swipe. Cheren finally rolled forward and got between Rachel's feet, throwing slashes at them. "Yow!" Rachel yelped, though she didn't really feel any pain. The mother began stomping her feet around, and Cheren dodged quickly to avoid being squished. He was able to hop on Rachel's right foot and deal a round of (painless) slashes against it.

Rachel hopped around, feeling the nonexistent pain, as she began to shake her foot around. "Whooooaah!" Cheren yelled as he was eventually thrown off. He saw his mother stepping toward him again and got up quickly to avoid her giant sword's stabs. When Rachel jabbed her sword again, Cheren ducked and attempted to knock it away with his own sword. But since he was so small, the sword flew out of his hand the minute he whacked it against Rachel's.

He stared at his empty hands for a second before Rachel immediately batted him away with her own sword. The impact sent him miles away (at his height), and he rolled along the floor after landing, stopping on his belly. Cheren was feeling weak now, and when he tried to get up, he felt his mom's giant sandal be placed atop his little body. Cheren turned his head as best he could to look up, grunting as Rachel aimed her sword at him in victory. "And this is where the bad guy would crush you."

Cheren sighed in defeat, having no strength left to even try to get himself out. "Great, you win… Can I go back to normal size now?"

"Uhhh, not really." Rachel responded. "In a real battle, you think the bad guy would just 'return you to normal size'? No. A bad guy would crush you like a little bug. After years of foiling their plans, they won't just let you crawl away."

Cheren grunted, trying to stand up, but was kept pinned under Rachel's foot. "You can't really do that!"

"Well, the bad guy may not really do it, either. It's just too easy. Instead, they might actually wanna keep you as a pet. And when you're just barely clutching to life, what would you say? Deny them and get smooshed there and then, or submit loyalty to them and be able to live another day."

Cheren tried to push up again, but the weight was too heavy. "This is turning a bit too real."

"You can't expect all training to be easy. As your mother, I need to make sure you're prepared to face any kind of situation. So are you prepared to be smooshed? Or would you rather take a chance at becoming a pet?"

Cheren could sense that tone in her voice. Even though he couldn't see her well, he could tell she was smirking. At some days, Rachel always liked to feel in charge. She was practically the head of the family, almost. …Of course, she was the principal at his school. This whole thing was just one of her schemes, he thought. But even though Cheren didn't think she would really crush him, he didn't think he could stay in this uncomfortable position any longer. "Okay… I'll be a pet."

"What was that?" Rachel beamed, feeling very cocky.

"I'LL, BE, YOUR, PET."

"There, that's a good boy." Rachel said, finally stepping off of her son and picking him up. Cheren looked angry and aggravated as Rachel calmly stroked his hair like a pet. "The bad guy has decided to spare your life. But don't think she'll let you go easy."

And Cheren instantly knew, this training was way too real. He's already fallen into another one of her traps to feel large and in charge.

Uno Household

Cheren hasn't been very happy since his defeat. In fact, he was quite aggravated. Normally, he would be able to take losing against his mother. Only this time was different: he was 3 inches tall, and was forcefully brushing his hands against the sole of her foot. Rachel Uno lay back, relaxed on her bed while her shrunken son rubbed the undersides of her feet. "Come on, Cheren, put some muscle in it." Rachel told him.

"Mmmmgh!" Cheren mumbled, feeling more angry as he gave stronger rubs.

"Aaaahh." Rachel sighed in relief, her head rested on her hands. "Boy, training sure can be hard on the feet. It's nice to get a rub. …Oh! Don't forget to get between the toes!"

Cheren got on his tippy-toes to reach and rub the area between his mother's toes. This was unbelievably humiliating. Cheren couldn't find anything more embarrassing than rubbing the feet of the person that bested him. Especially if that person was his mother. To make matters worse, the room's door was left open, and Cheren's brother and sister, Chris and Aurora walked by just in time to see this. The two older siblings exchanged weirded glances, before they immediately burst into laughter. Cheren gritted his teeth angrily as they stepped inside. "Awwww! Look at wittle Cheren giving Mommy a wuuuub." Aurora taunted.

"Awww!" Chris cooed. "You wike being a wittle mommy's pet, Cherry?"

Cheren turned at them angrily and yelled, "I HAVE ENOUGH AUTHORITY TO PUT YOU ON MOONBASE CLEANING DUTY HERE AND NOW-"

"Cherryyyy. I didn't say you could stop." Rachel called. Cheren muffled something before returning to rub between the toes.

"Aww, cheer up, Cheren." Aurora smiled. "I think it's sweet that you're giving Mom a foot rub. You think you can give me a rub later?"

"Why don't you ask CHRIS to do it?" Cheren stated.

"Well, that's not a bad idea." Aurora smirked at her brother.

"EWW, NO WAY!" Chris shouted.

"Okay, kids, time to go now." Rachel said. "Your brother has work to do."

Aurora chuckled, "Oookay. Have fun, Little Cherry." She and Chris walked out.

"Alright, Cheren, you're done there for now." Rachel said as she rolled over on her belly. "Now be a sweetie and come rub my shoulders."

Cheren begrudgingly walked over and climbed onto her back, bending over to massage her shoulders. Because of his size, her skin was a lot more thick, so rubbing them took a lot of strength. "How long are you going to keep me like this?"

"As long as I want." Rachel stated simply. "A bad guy would wanna keep you around awhile. And it might be in your best interest to just listen to them."

"Are we even training anymore? I feel like you're doing this just to make me your slave."

"In a way, it is part of your training. You know why you lost to me, Cheren? You're too weak. Doing this is good buildup for your muscles. Once you get strong enough, maybe then you'll be able to beat me."

"But I'm NEVER going to beat you like this! I'm 3 inches tall! Anthony was only able to last 'cause he was an earthbender! I don't HAVE any powers to help me. If I were against a dimwitted monster with some obvious weak point, I might stand a chance. But against someone like YOU, how am I going to win?"

"I guess you'll just have to stay like that, then."

"You can't keep me like this forever. I have a job to do as Supreme Leader. And don't I have school?"

"A good leader wouldn't be downgraded due to a little size-change. Oh, and you'll still go to school. You can practice your dodging skills when kids almost stomp on you on your way to classrooms."

Cheren sighed. If his mom was really serious, he wasn't looking forward to the future. He didn't see any way of getting out of this. I mean, what chance did he have at defeating her? His mom was one of the toughest, strongest people he knew. She was fast on her feet and never afraid of anything. He may've gotten lucky on a few training sessions, but he could never hope to beat her at such a puny size. He would have to cope with being her pet and his friends laughing at him for a long time.

Cheren kept rubbing her shoulders for a few more minutes until his mother finally released a long, tired yawn, stretching her arms out. "Boy, training makes me really tired, too. I think I'll have me a little nap." She said as she folded her hands under her head like a pillow.

"Great." Cheren eye-rolled. "You want me to be your pillow?"

"Thanks for the offer, but, no thanks. However, I expect every square inch of my back to be rubbed by the time I wake up. If I feel like you missed a spot, expect to be on toenail duty tonight. Understand?"

"Yeah…" Cheren nodded begrudgingly. Without another word, the shrunken son used all the strength he could to begin rubbing the first part of her back. After a few minutes passed, Cheren felt her body begin to puff up and down, and he could hear her snoring. His mother had fallen into a calm, deep sleep. Cheren thought he had the perfect moment to get away from her, but he was afraid of taking the chance. Instead, he continued to rub hard against her back.

About half an hour passed, and Cheren was still rubbing her. He felt like his arms would come off at any minute. He heard the door creak open, and he stopped to look at who might be spying on him. A black, double-ponytail, that looked like rabbit ears, was sticking in the gap, and Cheren watched as his best friend, Panini Drilovsky, stuck her head in, giving a quiet, "Shhhh."

Cheren felt a sense of extreme relief fill him as Panini tiptoed in and held her hands open beside Cheren. Cheren couldn't find the words to express his gratitude, but he kept silent for now and stepped onto her hands. Panini gave a wide grin as she carefully snuck out with her shrunken friend in hand.

Nugget River

"Boy, do I ever owe you one, Panini." Cheren said as Panini walked down a river, with him seated on her shoulder.

"Dooon't mention it."

"But how did you know to come and find me?"

"Well, Aurora came and told Francis, and Francis told me… and I figured maybe ya needed someone ta come and bail you out."

"Boy, did I ever. I can't tell you how thankful I am."

"I hope this means Ah'm gettin' a promotion."

"Hehe, sorry. The only rank higher than you is my job."

Panini stopped at one point and set Cheren down on a small rock, while she stepped out into the river and gathered nuggets in her arms. "Ah, the river's full with 'em today!" she smiled, having gathered a load of nuggets in her arms. "Ay still don't know where these things come from. But, who am I to complain?" she went back to sit by the river's edge as she began to eat some of the tasty nuggets.

"Hey, toss me one!" Cheren smiled eagerly, hurrying close to Panini. "I'm starving!"

Panini paused and looked at Cheren, just about to eat another nugget. With a devious smirk, she proceeded to chew and munch on the nugget. "Did I say you can have one?"

"Uhhh…" Cheren felt a little saddened. "Come on, Panini, I'm hungry."

"Well, too baaad, boooy." she drew out tauntingly. "Me mum has a little rule: you can only get food if ye FIGHT for it."

"Panini, you know I can't fight you like this. At my size, you'd make panini out of me."

Panini kept her smirk, feeling prideful in what Cheren just said. "Well, Ay guess you'll have ta go hungry then." She munched another nugget.

"Panini, please. I want something to eat."

"Well, tell you what." Panini said, standing up and facing her back to Cheren. "You can eat… MY BUTT!" she shook her rear side at the little Cheren and laughed cockily. "HAAAA HA HA HA HAAAAH!" She then blew a raspberry.

Cheren was feeling aggravated. "Panini, just give me the nugget."

"Alright. You can have it." With that, Panini tossed one of her nuggets several feet over Cheren's head. The boy tried to rush for the giant nugget, but Panini suddenly placed her massive boot atop his tiny body. Cheren desperately tried to crawl out, but the pressure Panini added was too strong. "Well, what's wrong? Go on and get yer nugget."

"Nnnnn!" Cheren tried to push himself up, but it was no use. Panini's boot was a lot heavier than Rachel's sandal. If she added just a little more pressure, it would be enough to crack his little bones. Knowing this girl, she wasn't planning to move her foot at all. "Panini, get off of me." he grunted, still struggling to move.

"Nnope." Panini stated proudly. "Ay think this is where I surpass ya, Cheren. Maybe after this, Ay'll just take yer job as Supreme Leader. If ya can't even get a little nugget, maybe Ay'm more qualified. You c'n just scrape the underside of the boot that beatcha."

Every second Cheren was kept under her boot made him more and more angry. The tasty, delicious nugget was only a few feet away, but he was held down by the very person he's always competed against, his best friend, Panini Drilovsky. Above him, the Irish-Polish girl was happily chewing on an armful of the tasty delectables, having little tiny crumbs drop down beside him. He could just reach over and grab the crumbs, but… no! He wasn't gonna sink himself like that! He wanted the BIG prize! He wanted the whole meat! And he wasn't gonna let Panini put him down like this. He never let her beat him this easy every other time, he wasn't going to now.

As Panini was about to eat another nugget, she heard Cheren's tiny grunting again. When she looked down, the tip of her boot was being pushed upward, as Cheren was simply lifting it with a pushup. Cheren pushed up the strongest he's ever done so, mustering all the strength in his little body. Panini's foot was the heaviest thing ever placed on him, but he wasn't gonna let it keep him down. He would force himself out from under there if it pushed his arms off.

Finally, when Panini's foot had been pushed up a good way, Cheren quickly rolled to the side just before the boot slammed back down, and Cheren began to pant heavily, glaring up at Panini with a sweaty look, very relieved the massive weight was lifted off of him. He glanced over at the giant nugget and made a dash for it, but Panini immediately leaped over and stomped her big boot in his path.

"DON'T even TRY it, Cheren." Panini stated as she picked the nugget up. "You want this nugget so bad, GET IT when Ay'm done PASSING IT." She held her mouth wide open and was ready to drop Cheren's tasty prize inside.

Now Cheren DEFINITELY wasn't gonna let her get away with THAT. He frantically looked around for a solution, and thankfully spotted a small rock that was around his size, but smaller than him. He was able to pick the heavy rock up and throw it up into Panini's mouth. The girl shut her mouth and spat the rock up, but in her distraction, Cheren was climbing up her leg and grabbed the edge of her skirt. "Hey!" she yelled, trying to swat him, but Cheren grabbed onto her hand, and when she raised it, he jumped to her face. Panini rapidly shook her head, but Cheren kept his grip, so she stopped and attempted to smack him off. Cheren leapt away, causing Panini to hit her own face, and Cheren was able to grab hold of the nugget in Panini's other hand and leap down with it.

The nugget was as large as him, and it was hard to hold in both arms, but when he looked up, Panini's foot was ready to come down. Cheren kept hold on the nugget and began jumping around as Panini desperately stomped her feet around, aiming to squish him. Cheren was able to toss the nugget further away and dodge Panini's stomps a lot easier. Eventually, Cheren was able to hop on Panini's right boot, and he ran to deal a powerful bite into Panini's leg. "YOOOW!" Even though his teeth were tiny, Panini felt it like a painful bugbite. She desperately shook her leg around, but Cheren was able to leap to the other leg and sink his teeth into it, causing Panini to topple over into the river.

Cheren dropped back on the ground and looked at his fallen opponent. From his view, Panini looked like a giant monster he just defeated. It even gave him a chance to use the pun, "She was washed up." Cheren looked back at his discarded nugget, and as Panini sat back up, she saw Cheren glaring at her and clutching the nugget tightly, biting off tiny bits at a time (from her view). Panini smiled in disbelief and sat down beside Cheren. The two quietly ate nuggets together and watched the river flow by.

"…Panini?" Cheren finally spoke.

Panini munched a little as she glanced at him, "Hm?"

Cheren smiled. "Thanks."

Panini smiled and nodded, "Mm-hm." For the next several moments, they stayed silent, enjoying their nuggets.

Uno Household

Panini returned to Cheren's house with her friend seated on her shoulder. The minute they stepped in, they were caught by Rachel Uno. "THERE you are." Rachel stated, hands on her hips. "Tried to sneak out on me, did you? I guess I wasn't clear enough on my warning."

Cheren frowned in worry as his mother grabbed and carried him upstairs. "You're not getting out of this that easy, Mister." Rachel stated, about to bring him in her room. "You're spending the night making my toenails as smooth as you can."

"No!" Cheren shook away and dropped to the floor on his feet, looking up at his mother with an angry look. "I'm sick of being your pet! I won't put up with this anymore! I'm not some SERVANT, I'm your son."

Rachel folded her arms, looking at Cheren with an intimidating aura. "You'd be wise not to talk to your mother that way. You'd better have a good reason."

"I challenge you to another fight!" Cheren declared. "And THIS time, I'll stomp you."

Rachel bent down and gave a cocky smirk. "We'll see who does the stomping in THIS family, Cheren."

With that said, Rachel stepped over Cheren and walked ahead to the treehouse. Panini picked Cheren up and carried him over. "Ay'm not gonna miss this!" Panini smiled, eager to see how this battle would play out. If either Cheren would get beat after his big talk, or his mom would get beat by someone so puny, it would be a good laugh.

Numbuh Zero's Treehouse

Rachel grabbed her wooden sword and tossed Cheren his tiny sword as they stood facing each other, feet planted firmly on the ground, while Panini watched from the background. "You know if you get beat, Cheren, you won't ever live it down."

"Yeah. But neither would you." Cheren said confidently.

"Heheheh." Rachel chuckled cockily. "I'll teach you to challenge your mother. This match will determine Little Cherry's fate. Annnnd… GO."

Immediately, Rachel began stomping her feet in attempt to smash Cheren, but the boy swiftly flipped and dodged around. Eventually, Rachel swung her foot and kicked her son, sending him flying across the air, but he regained composure and landed on his feet. Rachel dashed toward, and Cheren side-jumped when she swung her sword down, and he hopped on the sword and ran up to strike her hand before jumping off. Rachel shook her hand, pretending like it hurt, and rapidly began to swing her sword at Cheren.

Cheren dodged the blows and rolled underneath to get between Rachel's feet. He started performing some blows against both feet, making the towering woman hop around as if they hurt. Cheren then grabbed hold of her left leg and began to climb up, clenching his sword in his teeth, keeping a tight grip on his mother's leg as she tried to shake him off. He was able to climb right to her bellybutton, and jab his sword right inside.

"Oooof!" Rachel hissed, pretending that was very painful. "Grrrr!" she growled in anger and swat the little boy to the floor, causing him to drop his sword as it landed several feet away. Cheren looked up and tried to go grab it, but was suddenly crushed under his mom's giant sandal.

"OOooooh!" Panini drew out, shielding her eyes. "He's in for it now."

Rachel wore a victorious smirk as she aimed her sword at her defeated son. "You put up a good fight, Cheren, but it looks like I stomped you in the end."

Cheren reopened his eyes, struggling to breathe with his mother holding him down.

"Face it, Cheren. You could never beat your mother when she puts her foot down. So, get used to seeing it. You'll be taking care of it for a long time. You could never hope to beat me at this size, Son." Cheren felt more angry and determined at every word. "You should've just clipped my nails and saved yourself the embarrassment. But hey: I appreciate the effort. But little boys like you need to learn their place."

"Hnnnnn!" Cheren used all the strength he could muster to push himself up. "Hurrrrrrrr!" Rachel stared curiously as her foot was being lifted upward, by Cheren himself. He was strangely able to lift it to a reasonable height, allowing him to quickly roll out from underneath.

Rachel only gave a questioning look as Cheren glared up at her and panted. He immediately tried to dash for his sword, but the agile woman leaped over and stomped the sword under her foot, aiming her own sword at him. "I don't know how you managed to do that, but this is where it ends, Son."

"Oh yeah?" Cheren asked with a confident look. "Well, just an FYI, you might wanna take better care of your OWN nails, and not have ME do it." With that, Cheren hopped on her foot and took hold of one of her toenails. With a forceful grip, he yanked the nail upwards.

"OOWWW!" Rachel REALLY felt it that time, forcing her to raise her foot and grip it. Cheren hopped off and was able to recover his sword, and Rachel looked angry as she tried to strike him again. Cheren dodged the giant blade's strikes and ran behind her right foot, dealing a swing against her heel. "Ow!" she yelped and hopped on the other foot, though she didn't feel pain, and Cheren ran onto the other foot to (not really) stab his sword straight through.

"Ooowwww!" Rachel finally toppled over and landed on her back, the floor quaking tremendously at Cheren's size. Cheren dashed over to his mother's neck, raised his toy sword above it, and the three kids in the audience shielded their eyes as he brought it down. "Oooouuuueeeeechk!" Rachel moaned, sticking her tongue out as her eyes rolled up, looking dead.

Cheren curiously climbed onto his mother's face, staring at the (fake) dead expression she was making. Panini uncovered her eyes, eager to know what would happen next.

Cheren stared at Rachel's eyes for a few seconds before they rolled down to look at him. Finally, Rachel put on a grin and said, "You beat me!"

Cheren looked confused. "Uhhh… I did?"

"Well, yeah! You cut my neck! Even at your size, I wouldn't live through that!"

Cheren stared at his fake sword. "It doesn't feel as satisfying if I didn't really do it."

"Well, it's only training, Cheren." Rachel said as she lightly grabbed her son and sat up, letting him sit in her open palm. "I wouldn't risk our lives using real swords. The point of training is to PRETEND that it's real, and act like you're really risking your life."

"But what about all that being a slave stuff? No way that was pretend!"

Rachel chuckled. "It was all part of the training! Cheren, this wasn't just a test to see how well you fight giant enemies. I was also testing your courage. The reason you couldn't beat me before was because you were so intimidated by my size, you didn't think you could win. That doubtfulness was what allowed me to stomp you. Literally! And making you my servant, I was testing to see if you had the courage to stand up to me. And well, turns out you did! A good Supreme Leader can't turn away from any danger, especially when they have something that makes them fight: protecting their operatives. And the reason you were able to beat me this time, was because there was something that made you determined to win: getting back to normal. If you can't fight well for what you're fighting for, you'd never be a good leader. But I think you're well on your way." She smirked.

Cheren blushed and scratched his head, feeling embarrassed by what she was saying. "Heh. Well, it wasn't all my doing. I had a little help from Panini." The Irish-Polish girl gave a grin and wave. "If she wasn't acting so powerful, I wouldn't have found the courage to try and fight her."

Rachel laughed. "That's why it's good to have a rival like her around. Sometimes when people act like they're better and stronger than you, that pushes you to try your best. You're lucky to have her around, Cherry."

"Heheheh." Cheren only blushed more, and Panini gave a smirk.

"Ay'll be sure to crush him under my boot more often." she stated proudly.

"Anyway… you deserve a little reward, Cheren." Rachel said as she set Cheren down and walked to grab a jar of purple dust from the table. She plucked the lid off and poured the dust over Cheren's body, and the boy grew back to normal in seconds, much to his joy.

Right away, Panini came over to give him a shoulder-punch. "And all it took was one nugget."

"Now, who here wants some ice cream?" Rachel asked.

"We do!" the two jumped. The kids excitedly followed Rachel as they began to leave the treehouse.