*Author's Notes* Hi again. The following is AMND Act II. I haven't written in a long time, the reason being is because my family took a road trip to Wahshington, D.C. And I also had a slight writer's block, which is why this might sound a tad weird. I'm having slight trouble "Puckifying" Shakespeare. On the trip I saw a statue of Puck, which was strange, if not cool, coincidence. I have no idea what Sabrina's evil plan is so far, except that it probably involves soap. Any suggestions? Thanks for the nice reviews, by the way. I also have decide to divide this story in acts. Thanks for the suggestion RockSuperstar. *Hi Five* *Disclaimer* I don't own AMND, Puck (Dang it!) or the Sisters Grimm. They belong to Will Shakespeare and Michael Buckley. Ahem. Please enjoy Act II and tell me what you think. Thanks- TC

Chapter Four: The Evil Plan

(And no, it's not to destroy the world…)

"So… Oberon's evil plan. It was stupid. I mean, look at me. No, Grimm I'm don't mean I'm stupid. I mean, looking at the genius I am, how the heck did I get such an idiotic parent? Hmm? The evil plan? Oh yes. It goes a little something like this…"

Puck's POV

4,000 years ago (Give or take a few centuries), Oberon's Lair

"I can't believe the nerve of that woman!" Raged Oberon, King of the Fairies, a major pain in the rear, and my dad. I can, I thought. We were in his "lair", which was actually a cave. The only reason I'm here is because Mom said we needed to "bond". Sure. Like I want to bond with the biggest pain in the universe.

I was hanging upside down, and was trying to think. I find I think better that way. If I run away to England, will I have enough money to pay the visitor's fee at Stonehenge? I don't think seven drachmas will be enough… And England is pretty rainy. Meh. Maybe I'll become a pirate… Hmm… Captain Puck. I like the sound of that… I was interrupted in my thoughts by my father, yelling:

"PUCK! Come here! Where is that boy?" I dropped from the ceiling and landed in front of Oberon.

" You rang, Master?" I said, trying to be annoying. It was pretty funny to see my old man's face turn purple. I waited for him to calm down. He began.

" Do you remember when we went to Crete and we were sitting on that cliff?"

" Sure." We were having one of those loving father-son talks about how I would never be king. Ever.

" And we were listening to a siren, who sang so beautifully, the stars shot out of the heavens?"

"Sure." And you were hitting on her, and she and her pet dolphin both slapped you? How could I forget? It was hilarious!

" Well. I spied Cupid, the god of love, shoot an arrow."

"Okaay." Where is this going?

" I saw where the arrow went."

" That's nice, dad." Oberon's face turned purple again. He took a deep breath.

" It hit a white flower and turned it purple."

" Oh really? And I care becaaause?"

" You care because you going to fetch it for me now boy!" He yelled. I wonder if I can irritate him more?

"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" I said in my most annoying voice. His face turned purple again. I swore I heard him count to ten.

"When you make a juice out of the plant, love–in-idleness, I do believe its called, it becomes a powerful potion. When you daub it upon the eyes of a person, they fall in love with the next living thing they see."

"Ah… Soooo, um, who do you want to make fall in love with you?"

"Not me, HER." Oberon never referred to Mom by name anymore. " I will make her fall in love with what ever she sees, and she will give me that changeling brat."

"Whatever. I really don't care. I don't even know why I even bother to listen to you. So, so long, Dad, and good luck with your pathetic little plan, 'cause I'm running away to be a pirate." He looked at me for a long time. Then he burst out laughing.

" Boy, you are my son. My servant. Your are going to fetch that flower and you are going to do it fast."

"Sure." He stared at me in shock.

"Really?"

" Nope." I smirked. "See ya!" Then the cave melded shut before I could get out. What the…? I looked at Oberon. He couldn't do that. Could he? His face was ice cold and he had a malicious sneer on his face.

"You are going to do it and going to do it now."

"Oh yeah?" What the heck is wrong with him?

"If you don't, the cave shall seal up on you, and no one will ever come looking for you. I'll just say you ran away and had a tragic accident." So that's where I get my psychopathic tendencies from…

"Fine. Whatever." The cave reopened. I started to go out of the cave.

"Faster!"

"I'm going, I'm going!" My wings fluttered furiously. I zoomed out of the cave as fast as I could. My top speed is so fast, they don't even have a measure of time in how fast I can go yet. I turned myself invisible, and dive-bombed a few unsuspecting peasants.

After searching the world a few times, I found a shady meadow. There was a small purple flower with a deeper purple heart among some daisies. I picked it up. It didn't look like anything special. I sat down. Maybe I should just destroy it. I hate Oberon. He'd threatened to kill me. I get a lot; I mean a lot, of death threats. I've faced death lots of times. I really didn't want to pick it. This little flower makes anybody fall in love with any living thing, right? Interesting. This thing had possibility. Promise. The fun I could have. Maybe I could make Mustardseed fall in love with a moose. Or make Moth obsessed with someone else for a while. Maybe not. Poor sucker. The creature, not Moth. I thought it about some more. The idea of several good pranks interested me. I thought, Hey why not? And flew home.

Somewhere in the Forest of Athens:

Unfortunately, My father had other plans that didn't involve my brother in love with a moose. Oh no. He just "happened" to overhear two Athenians in the woods. Great. Another thing to add to my to-do list. He told me where my mother was, and said that the Athenians were near by and sent me off. I had to make this Athenian fall in love with somebody he didn't even like. Fun. See, this is why I hate "love". It's SOOOO stupid. I'm never falling in love. I'd rather die.

When I got to the forest, my mother's servants were putting a protective spell around her. Yes, she is that paranoid. Fairies invented being paranoid. Anyways, my Oberon had already put the flower juice on her eyes while she was asleep. So, that's over, I thought. Now how am I supposed to find two Athenians?

Just as I thought that, I tripped over a girl. She was kind of short, and had brown hair. I poked her. She didn't wake up. I looked around. I saw a guy, wearing clothes of Athens. He had black hair, and was lying in the grass, several yards away from the girl. The perfect prank material. Better not. Focus, or Oberon will murder you in your sleep. And that is not a pretty way to die. I looked at them carefully. The girl was in the mud, which was exactly where I'd put her. But Mom says the girl should always be treated better. Where that stupid rule came from I'll never know. It's something called Celery, or something. No wait, that's a plant. It's called Chivalry. They fit the description perfectly. They guy obviously hated her. You go, kid!

I pulled out a few petals of the flower. I squeezed them between my fingers and bent over the guy. " Sorry about this, fella." I whispered. Poor sucker. I looked up at the sky. Crap. It was almost midnight. I better get going and spend some more "bonding" time with Oberon. I started to fly away and as I thought I heard some screaming. Please let it not be those two, I thought disgustedly.

Back to the present:

"Tune in next time for another exciting installment of the worst story that was ever penned down, but now it is awesome, because I, Puck am telling it!" Said Puck. Sabrina in Daphne stared at him. There was an awkward silence.

"You gotta think of a better title, Puck." Said Daphne. Sabrina rolled her eyes.

" Besides, you were only talking less than an hour."she said. He scowled.

"So? This story isn't fun. It's only remembered as a great play, because I'm in it." Sabrina arched an eyebrow.

"So you hate this play?"

" No duh. This is a lame play. When I find Shakespeare in the afterlife, I'm going to throttle him for making a horrible play. C'mon. He could've made a play about when I killed Brimstone the giant. Or when I got kicked out of Germany when I force-fed the king a jalapeno. Now that was funny."

"Uh huh." You are sooo immature, thought Sabrina. All the better for my evil plan…