Author's Note: Have had writer's block. So like yeah.

"Maybe you should try a new approach?"

"Like what?"

"Physical Education, maybe? Or sport?"

"Maths isn't getting through to him, at any rate..."

Count Blumiere sighed. He and Timpani were sitting on their bed, back to back, each gazing up at the ceiling. The Count-slash-Lord sighed again and slumped forwards.

"Oh, Timpani, what in Grambi's name are we going to do with this crazy alter-ego? I mean, we've tried to teach him simple maths, and THAT isn't getting through to him at any rate..."

"Maybe art lessons?" suggested Timpani hopefully. "He is quite the drawer."

"Does that infer that L is... well, the complete opposite of that?" came a cheery voice.

Dimentio suddenly shimmered into visibility. Blumiere simply sighed and turned away from the jester.

"I am not in the mood, Dimentio..." groaned the Count-slash-Lord.

"Sorry Dimentio," whispered Timpani, tactfully keeping her voice down and ushering the jester to the door. "Blumiere's going through a tough time with Rightway at the moment..."

Dimentio shook his head with a beam on his face. "Well, maybe I can be of some assistance?"

"How long have they been at this again?" asked Raven bemusedly.

"I really have no idea," murmured Nastasia, facepalming. "I swear, when L finally gets back to normal..."

"I'm gonna stick this Rubee where the sun doesn't shine, that meanie-head!" snapped Mimi.

The trio of girls watched on as Rightway bounced happily on O'Chunks. No, I mean, like, literally. Bounced. O'Chunks himself was not amused, with folded arms and a really ticked off expression on his face. Rightway was jumping on O'Chunks, one foot after the other. He seemed to be having a great time, that's for sure.

"I'm hungry," muttered Raven, turning away and heading for the pantry. "Call me when L's sane again."

Nastasia and Mimi watched the forest girl disappear, then sighed as one. As if on cue, Dimentio teleported into the room, bowing, a heavy wrench shimmering with purple and yellow waves of magic clutched in one hand.

"Master of dimensions, pleaser of crowds, I am - "

"An idiot!" called Raven from the next room.

Nastasia folded her arms and tapped a foot on the ground impatiently. "Right, Dimentio, we're gonna give you five seconds to tell us what the heck you're doing OR you can buzz off. K?"

"K," replied the jester smoothly, holding up the wrench. "See this, my dears?"

The girls nodded.

"Well, we shall simply solve this problem the way we did it before," explained Dimentio, holding up the wrench and spinning it. "Like a cougar stalking its evening meal, I shall - and forgive me for lack of a better word - bash my friend across his head, he shall wake up his old self - maybe with the odd bruise here and there - and nobody shall be any the wiser!"

Nastasia was about to reply when Mimi butted in. "That sounds great! I don't CARE if Rightway's a total derpy cutie-pie, I've HAD it with him!"

"I guess you could, um, say the same about me," admitted Nastasia.

Dimentio twirled around in midair and clapped his hands in glee. "Perfect! Now please excuse me as I get the, ah, patient..."

"Eh, yer gunna have a hard time doin' 'at," piped up O'Chunks gruffly.

"Oh?" said Dimentio, turning around and raising an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

Jabbing a thumb towards the outside world, O'Chunks replied, "Cuz he jes' flew outta the window, 'at's why."