chapter 4! this one is longer than the others so enjoy!
thank you all of my wonderful reviewers for encouraging me to continue my story! all 5 of you! you have been my inspiration!
stupidusername (i just can't take that name seriously) : those were my favorite parts to!
iizninja: THEY ACTUALLY MAKE INDUSTRIAL SIZED BAGS OF SOUR PATCH KIDS? I HAVE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET ONE!
And here's a fun fact about stupid me: i just foud out that this symbol * is an asterisk. i always called it a snowflake (cause that's what it looks like) or a sand spurr because it doesn't snow here in florida! try to say that five times fast! sand spurr sand spurr sand spurr...
and on with the story!
Sabrina sat at a table in the most inconspicuous corner of the library surrounded by a mountain of books. The library was the one place Sabrina could stay and not have to worry about Puck. He refused to go back after their last visit. The scarecrow from "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz", who was the librarian, had dropped a pile of books on Puck, which is how Sabrina and Daphne had found out about Puck's allergy to books.
Sabrina put down the book she had just been reading. Nope, definately not what she was looking for. She picked up another. The title read "How to Pull a Prank". This sounded promising. Sabrina opend to page one and started reading:
Pulling a prank can be as easy as breathing with these helpful and simple tips. There are three main things you need to remember when pulling a prank: motivation, timing, and creativity.
Motivation: you need to have a purpose for pranking the person you choose. It's no fun if you have no motivation. If you can't think of a good reason to prank somebody, then choose someone else.
Timing: you need perfect timing when pulling a prank or else it won't work. If you're pulling it while the person is asleep, don't wait till it's almost time for them to wake up. If you need to set up while the person is away, don't set up too early or someone else might get it insted.
Creativity: don't be confined to certain pranks. Be creative. Let go!
Sabrina closed the book. It was a start, but it wasn't exactly what she was looking for. She picked up another one.
Now, before we continue, there's some things you need to know. Sabrina was =, as you probably know, the queen of sneaks. Most would think Sabrina Grimm would be a natural at pranks, given this. But that was not the case. Sabrina, in fact, knew less about pranks than Puck knew about table manners. This is why we find her today researching this topic.
The book Sabrina now read was titled "Pranking From a Battle Perspective".
Sabrina read: The first step in pranking: Know your enemy. Find their weakness and use it against them.
Hmmm..., sabrina thought to herself. this just might work.
When Sabrina got home from the library she headed to her room. On her way there she ran into Puck, literally. He dropped a big card box he had been carrying.
"Hey!," He said. "Watch it Ugly!"
"Watch yourself Freakbaby!," Sabrina snapped back. Then she looked at the floor. "What's in the box?"
"None of your beeswax," he said, then stomped off. As he walked off something fell out of the box. Sabrina caught a glimps of it and could have sworn that it looked like a bottle of ketchup. No doubt part of something Puck was whipping up for tomarrow.
Sabrina walked into the kitchen, where Granny Rhelda was cooking dinner. She stirred a pot filled with a bright orange liquid Sabrina reconized.
"You're makign curry soup?," she asked.
"Yes leibling," said Granny in a kind voice.
Sabrina smiled. She actually liked curry soup. It was one of the few things Granny Rhelda cooked that didn't wierd Sabrina out just by looking at it.
Getting back to the original topic. Sabrina said,"Where's Daphne?"
"I think she's in your bedroom".
On her awy to the her bedroom, Sabrina went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She groaned. the horns and tail had gone away this morning, but she still looked like half the world's population of art supplies had waged war on her. By now Sabrina's face was fire engine red, her neck was lime green, her arms were ocean blue, her hands were sunshine yellow, her legs were electric purple, and her feet were sunset orange.
Sabrina headed to her room. When she got there, she closed the door. Daphne was finger painting with Red. Since Red had regained her sanity her artwork were more colorful and of things other than her dead family and as it turned uot, the girol was quite an artist. Red was now painting a garden full of beautiful, colorful flowers. Daphne was using her thumb to add petals on a stem when Sabrina came in.
"What's up?," Daphne said.
"Daphne you gotta help me," Sabrina said.
"Ok," Daphne said cheerily. She was always ready to help her sister. "Wacha need help with?"
"I-," Sabrina stopped. She looked at Red. She was painting a red squiggly looking flower with her pinky. She looked up, then sighed.
"Ok," she said "I can take a hint". She wiped her hands on a towel and left.
"You were saying?," Daphne said, urging her sister to continue.
"I need yor help to prank Puck," Sabrina said.
Daphne couldn't seem to decide whetherto be excited or confused. She decided on her most common emotion.
"Ok!," she said, biting down on the palm of her hand. "eye ar ie oa ay uck?"
"What?," Sabrina said.
Daphne took her hand out of her mouth. "Why are we going to prank Puck?"
Sabrina told her about the prank war. Daphne's eyes got the size of dinner plates. Sabrina could tell the little girl was trying her best to contain her enthusiasm. She gave up.
"OH MY GRAVY!," she squealed. Sabrina covered her ears for the sounds coming from this small package was much too loud and high-pitched for her ears.
"That is so pucktastic! When do we start?!"
"Tomorrow," Sabrina said."Today we need to prepare. And I need you to be my assistant and photographer".
Daphne jumped up and down in excitment. Then she stopped with a confused expression on her face. "What's an assistant and a photographer?"
"Sabrina sighed. "An assistant is someone who helps another person. A photographer is someone who's job is to take pictures".
Daphne had calmed down a little. "So I'm like your sidekick?"
"I guess you could say that," Sabrina said.
"Coolio!". Daphne was now dancing around the room with excitment, making Sabrina wonder if this was a good idea after all".
Puck creeped out of his 'room' and down the hall. He snuck carefully down the stairs, careful not to step on the last one. He put his back to the wall. Suddenly the kitchen door opened. Following instinct, Puck went airborne and floated up to the ceiling.' He peeked around the chandelier. Phew, it was just Sabrina. She didn't notice him because it was the middle of the night and really dark. As she turned to leave the room and head upstaires something strange happened to Puck. There was a sharp pain right in the center of his chest. He felt weird, as if a feeling he had abandoned long ago was trying to come back. Puck immediatly stomped out the feeling. Getting back to his mission, he landed and entered the kitchen. Pinnochio was there, but Puck tried not to notice. He bee-lined for the refridgerator.
Pinnochio had changed alotin the last month. He had started to wear more modern clothes and he had let his chocolate brown hair grow out, revealing that it was actually curly. In some ways, Pinnichio resembled Puck. The curly hair, the impish face, the slightly pointed ears, the gleam in their eyes when they were happy. But a few things kept them distinguished. Pinnochio's face wa never a smile anymore. Since his father, Jepetto, died he didn't seem to know how. His dark broen eyes never showed that sparkle that they were supposed to when he was happy. All the youthful mischief and joy that was always on Puck's face never showed any sign of returning to the former merrionette's face.
Not that Puck was thinking about this by any stretch of the imagination. He was too busy pretending to be rummagind through the fridge. He opened the bottom drawer when he noticed something. He looked down at himself. His favorite footie pajamas were a little small. Puck huffed. They fir just last month. Why was this happening? He was an everafter. Everafters don't grow up unless they want to, especially Puck. Still, he heard a small voice inside him say, you're doing it for Sabrina. Puck froze. Where had that thought come from? No way would he EVER grow up for Dogface Sabrina. He shook his head. Back to the mission.
Pinnochio passed by him on the way back to his room. Pinnochio had refused to share a room with Puck, Which was fine by him, but ment the three not-so-little pigs would have to add another room to the Grimm mansion. But, since Pinnochio helped, the room was completed in four days. Puck tackled Pinnochio. Pinnochio tried to struggle free, but that only made Puck hold on tighter. Pinnochio tried to cry out for help but Puck clamped his hand firmly on his mouth. Finally Pinnochio gave up and stopped struggling.
"Ok puppet boy," Puck said "I'm only going to say this once".
Puck could hear Pinnochio making muffled complaints.
"I am planning my biggest sceme yet, and you are going to help me".
More muffled protests.
"-and you are not going to give me any trouble".
Pinnochio was now moaning.
"So here's-hey!," Puck said, letting go of Pinnochio. he looked at his hand, wide eyed in disbelief. "Gross! You licked me!"
"You gave me no choice," Pinnochio said.
"But that's-eww," Puck said, wiping his hand on his footie PJs. HE looked at Pinnochio in newfound respect.
"So why did you tackle me?," Pinnochio asked, reaching under the kitchen sink and pulling out a bottle of mouthwash. After washing his mouth out he turned to Puck woth a straight face. "Is that how jerks like you have fun?"
"No," Puck said. "Well, you see, i-" Puck sighed. This would've been a lot easier if Pinnochio had let him go with his original plan. "I need your help".
Pinnochio raised an eyebrow. "This must be serious".
Puck told him about the prank war. "I need someon to record the pranks I pull," Puck said "and you're the only other guy in the house".
"What about Henry and Jake?"
"Henry hates me and I don't trust Jake".
Pinnochio sighed. "Well, if you wanted help all you had to do was ask," he said.
Puck grinned. "oh yeah!"
"Though may I suggest," Pinnochio said, still not showing any sign of a smile "You wear something else the next time you plan on tackling someone. It's really hard to take you seriously in footie pajamas".
ok, so there's chapter 4! sorry for any spelling errors but i was in a rush and didn't have time to spellckeck it. if you haven't already noticed, i named the chapters.
chapter1: the scream
chapter2" Puck's torture
chapter3: dealing with danger boy
this chapter i like to call "partner in crime"