A/n Please review! I'm guessing the reviews have gone down because the holidays are here. Props to whitecrossgirl for giving me the idea to create chaos :)

Merlin's day off

Well this is a fine mess I've got myself into. Merlin started wondering how exactly he was going to get himself out of said fine mess. Well, he decided that first order of buisness was-

I'm hungry. His stomach growled, as if agreeing with the previous statment. Well, he decided, a warlocks got to eat. Especially when he's been turned into a frog. By himself. If Merlin could have facepalmed himself over last night's failure, he would have. As it was, he looked very miserable, and very funny as he jumped off of his bed and hopped across the room, scrambling through the gap beneath his door.

Maybe he could get to the kitchens, grab some comfort food, curl up into a ball in his chambers, and despair at how completely wrong his plan had gone. Just thinking about Arthur made him feel guilty, so the prince would have to look after himself for a day until Merlin figured out how to get back to normal. It was probably best that the spell had backfired on him anyway. At least it meant a day off of work! He hopped down the steps, ducking out of sight everytime someone walked towards him, and headed for the kitchens. Before he he had taken two froggy little steps, though, he heard a scream. And then there was chaos.

_BREAK_

"FROG!" he heard the shriek of the cook. Soon the shout was taken up by everyone as they scoured the room for the little green menace that was Merlin.

He weaved in and out of legs and shoes and bare (stinky) feet, he danced up and down the tables, hopping around the chair legs, getting hit by rolling pins and jars and -ow!-was that a shoe?

In the end, it was a very bruised little frog that was hiding in a pot of the cooks soup. Finally! Merlin thought triumphantly, rubbing his hands, getting ready to drink soup fit for a prince. And then a fly happened to wonder by.

No! NO! he commanded his tounge, which had whipped out of it's own accord and was mercilessly chasing the fly. But his tongue took no notice of him, and he was soon out of the pot and back across the kitchen floor, trying to keep up with it for fear that it would rip itself out.

Merlin's ran after his tongue, and before long he was out of the castle, across the training grounds, and went smack into a crate of tomatoes at the market place, his tongue aching. And it still wouldn't give up. Merlin had to admire his tongue's determination. He tried reasoning with it.

Okay, I know I look like a frog right now, but I'm actually a human, though Arthur sometimes calls me an elephant because of my ears. Speaking of which, if he ever found out I had eaten a fly, he would never let it go, and there would be a lot of really bad puns. Now how about we go back and steal his breakfast? His tongue seemed to waver at the possibility of getting an easier, much slower meal. I know how Merlin added conspirationally. Finally, his tongue seemed to agree, and let itself be tucked back into his mouth.

Later, Merlin couldn't help but feel a little bit sorry for the substitute servant who had had to explain how he'd tripped over some sort of 'rock', and dropped the prince's breakfast. But it was still worth it to know that Arthur would have to go to training hungry, late, annoyed, and with no servant to take it out on.

_END OF CHAPTER_

So... there will be a part two to this, from Arthur and later, Gaius' POV, and more chaos to come :) I just wanted to upload this now incase it wont be done today. review?