I'm running out of ideas so PLEASE help me out with this! Today I'll probably just make some fails of Will and Horace and maybe a Halt one. It's going to be hard…Halt failing at something….

Tracking:

Will searched the ground for any foot prints from his mentor. He found a set and began following them carefully. He followed, and followed and fell. The false tracks had led him off a cliff. Ouch, he just hit the water! Wait…now he's sinking, no he just grabbed the ledge…now he's climbing, aww he fell again.

Pies

Horace raced into the pie shop and immediately demanded for the cherry pie section. He was directed over to it and he grabbed a pie and shoved the whole thing into his mouth and started chewing. His eyes widened as a dull snap was heard and Horace clenched his teeth. He swallowed and yelled, "Will, I'm gonna ET oo!" For his tongue had been…preoccupied by a large mouse trap.

Whoa I can't believe it!

Halt walked after Will, ducking under lower branches and stepping over the vines. He yawned and Will immediately turned and thrusted his striker into Halt's mouth. Halt raised an eyebrow as Will raised a pot of scalding hot coffee. His eyes widened as Will kicked him over a poured the liquid down his mentors throat.

Punishment

Halt swallow cold herbal tea as Will gave a muffled cry. Will groaned as Halt shook his head. Will had been tied up to the branch of a tree, upside down. This was because the fact of lack of enough rope to secure him right-side up. Halt placed an apple on Will's feet. He raised his longbow, pulling the string back with little effort and released a clean shot. The arrow sailed through the air and…oh…ouch…I feel sorry for that poor chipmunk. It lost its tail for an apple, a trade that I would have made. But still, Halt missed!

Gilan

Gilan crept silently to his mentor's door, awaiting any sound of movement. The sunset had masked his approach and he had effectively silence Abelard with an apple. He silently started for the doorknob, then thought better of it and went to the small kitchen window. He quietly unlatched the window, and took a small bottle of oil out from his pocket. He slipped it into the house and oiled he hinges to silence the slightly rusted bolts. Then he opened it, satisfied that it had made no sound and looked around through the window. Halt was sitting in a chair by the fire, sipping coffee and Will was sprawled out on the floor panting and drinking coffee by the fire. He smiled and slipped through the window without a sound. He crawled quietly to behind the couch and flinched as Halt readjusted in the chair. He let out a mental yes and quietly rose to a knelling position behind Halt's chair. He reached forward, over the chair cushion and grabbed…nothing. He stood up to find the chair and the floor around the fire empty. He felt a tapping on his shoulder and saw Will staring at him with a large cup of coffee. Halt was standing behind him shaking his head. Then he muttered, "It was the hinges, they squeaked when you shut them and you forgot to get Tug an apple." Gilan fell forward onto the ground, letting his head bang in defeat HE would never get a chance to show Halt or Will up. Would he?

Review and PLEASE send me some ideas. I really need them! That and tell me if you didn't laugh at least once in this story. Cause I almost died writing the Horace one. That and I had the same experience. Ouch.