I do not own the 39 Clues. But if I did, it would be sooo epic!

Dan swiftly grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and returned to the bedroom completely ignoring the mess in the living room. Carefully he lowered himself onto the bed and got dressed in his PJ's, which were simply his blue space laser pants with no shirt.

It was not as simple to get ready for Natalie. Natalie walked, or shall you say strutted out of the bathroom in so much pink clothing, Dan thought she could have gotten mixed up for a flamingo.

She wore a pink long sleeve lace shirt with a light pink tank top underneath. At the ends of the sleeves and the collar there were small pink feathers laying across them. She also had a pair of dark pink short shorts and the fluffiest pink slippers in the history of fluffy pink slippers. Her hair was put up into a small, perfect bun held together with a pink hairband and she had a pink sleeping mask on her head ready to cover her tired eyes.

A list of things Dan shouldn't have done at that moment.

1) Stare at her strangely.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

2) Tell her why he was staring.

"You look like a really fluffy flamingo in that outfit".

"What?!"

3) Try to defend himself.

"Don't get so aggravated with me! You're the one who wanted to look like long necked, pink, fuzzy bird!"

In less time than it takes for Dan to get in trouble with his schoolteachers, (and that was almost no time at all) Natalie had him pinned to his bed with a bedazzled dart gun pointed directly at the side of his neck. "Repeat exactly what you just said to me", she growled in his face.

"I said you looked like a flamingo! But don't get me wrong, flamingos are awesome! I love flamingos! Do you not love flamingos? They're pretty and graceful and other girly stuff!" he whimpered.

You didn't have to be a mind reader to notice that Natalie was starting to get extremely annoyed by his rambling, even Dan saw it, but currently he was to scared at the moment to pay too much attention to it. That was, until she started to smile. A wickedly perfect, large, smile, but her eyes had a strange glint in them. Some would probably say that it was pure evil. He would agree with them. He was terrified.

"So, you love flamingos, do you?" she asked in a sickly sweet voice.

He nodded his head hesitantly, too scared to speak. He knew she was thinking something of such evil, that the devil was jealous. Her toothy smile grew more and more with every, single second.

She swiftly got off of the bed and walked to her closet area. What is she doing? He thought as she rummaged through her clothing. He attempted to escape while she was distracted with her many outfits, until he pulled up on his arms and realized that they were stuck to the bed. With duck tape.

He was trapped.


A brilliant plan appeared in Natalie's mind when Dan was begging to be released from her deadly grip. While he was trembling in fear she grabbed some duck tape off his side table (Why he had it remains a mystery) and taped his arms and legs to the bed.

She got off of his bed and walked over to her glorious closet full of clothes. She grabbed what she needed and placed them out of Dan's view so he couldn't get an idea about what her plan was. Natalie stalked over to him slyly as she watched him struggle against his binds. In her hand she held a small blue dart filled with a very important liquid for this "experiment".

When Dan looked up and noticed the small dart rocking back and forth in her hands, he started to squirm and struggle even more than before with a look a more fear than Natalie thought possible.

She took the dart and carefully stuck it into the side of his neck so it could enter the bloodstream properly. In less than four seconds Dan was out like a light.

She smiled gleefully. Natalie could picture her brother standing over her, raising one eye confused. "Was that really necessary?" he would ask her, a sliver of pride in his voice. "Nope", she would answer him, "but it's so fun".

Natalie undid the restraints from his arms and legs, then carried over her brightest pink outfit and started to get to work.

She slipped a pink fluffy sweater with a big, red heart in the center, over his head and pulled his arms through. It was obviously small on his rather well built body, but she knew by the time he woke up it would be good enough.

She wrapped one of her old button up pink skirts around his waist, and then turned away for a second as she dragged his pants off so she wouldn't have to get a look at his boyish boxers. Then she put a feathered up headband on top of his bed head so it looked like a crown.

Next she took out her makeup. She smeared a glob of neon pink lipstick on his mouth and nearly covered him head to toe in glitter. She went into the kitchen and grabbed a batch of red Kool-Aid and brought it back in the bedroom to dye his hair an off color pink.

When she was done Natalie took a step back to admire her work. She smiled. He looked more pink than her! But something was missing. Something that she knew would tie the entire prank together.

She looked instinctively at her makeup box, where she usually found the answers to her problems. She got it.

She snatched the ruby red lipstick out of the box and carefully applied it to her lips so she didn't miss a single millimeter. She placed the makeup back and went over to Dan who was still drunk in his sleep. She hovered over him once again studying his sleeping features. He was now the one that looked like a flamingo. She felt a spark of pride light up in her stomach. She hadn't felt a rush like that since she filled Ian's hair gel bottle with honey last Easter.

She took one last look at her makeup before she leaned down over him and planted a large kiss on his right cheek.

The potion must finally be kicking in, she thought touching her lips, because she swore her body went warm when her lips touched his cheek.

She looked at his face. Now smeared on his side was a big red lipstick mark that she knew was the perfect way to top it off. Apparently, the potion was kicking in as she noticed the slight color enter his skin. He would be in such surprise tomorrow.

She smiled before putting everything back and going to bed. "Goodnight, Daniel", she said before she fell into a dreamless sleep.


Dan felt Natalie puncture his neck with the dart, before his entire body fell asleep. But not his mind.

He felt the duct tape being ripped off his arms willing him to scream, but knowing no use would come if he screamed because he was the only one who would hear his own pain.

He listened as she ran across the room and back holding something that stunk of perfume. A warm hand gripped his arms and pulled over him something soft and warm. Was it a blanket? No, it couldn't be, it had sleeves. It must have been one of her shirts, because whatever it was sure as hell didn't fit him.

Next something tight wrapped around his waste. Was it a belt? Dan had seen plenty of those in Natalie's closet. But he knew he was wrong again when he felt his pants come off and a tin layer of fabric touch his thighs. He was wearing a skirt.

Oh, joy.

He felt what was obviously a headband placed on his hair and he immediately knew what was happening.

Natalie was getting revenge.

He honestly knew it would happen the moment the word 'flamingo' came out of his mouth. He expected her to shoot him with some poison that would cause him to be electrocuted every twenty seconds or only allow him to talk in song. But this… was diabolical.

Dan had pulled off many pranks in his life, especially on his sister and Natalie, sometimes even together, but he never knew that Natalie actually had the ability to pull a prank. And a good one at that. She was obviously going to dress him up in one of her funny looking outfits that would make a flamingo look gray, but the way she did it…

For the first time in his life Dan had some respect for her and only her.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt a mass of sticky wet goo hit his mouth. Lipstick. He could feel the tiny sprinkle of something cover his body as she started to pull and tug on his hair.

His hair was getting wet. He knew that much. But Dan didn't know if it was water or some other strange liquid substance from her makeup box or "Box of ultimate terror" as he liked to call it.

When his hair started to dry he knew she wasn't done. Dan could feel the heat and excitement radiating off her skin and onto his. She obviously wasn't done or she'd leave and go to bed, but she also obviously didn't know what to do next with him.

Then he heard her move. She got it. At the moment he didn't know what it was exactly that she was doing, because she was on the far corner of the room where the only thing he could hear was the shuffling of her feet.

She was once again hovering him, but this time her eyes were more intense. He could feel them roaming him as she studied her final work.

Then, she kissed him.

He could feel her mouth on his face and he could feel the small shocks running from his face to his feet. It was strange. He remembered reading a book, (yes he's not that dumb) about a girl and a boy, who fell in love. One of the pages consisted of their first kiss, which was described as a shock or electricity running through them.

Of course all that happend was a kiss on the cheek and not a sappy English project, but it was… something.

He heard her shuffle over to bed and turn off the lights. "Goodnight, Daniel", she said to really no one in particular.

Goodnight, Natalie, he thought as his mind started to finally follow his body and drift into sleep.

Tomorrow was going to be a hell of a day.

A/N Aw poor Dan! Well I should talk about my recent updating issue. At the end of school/beginning of summer I had all the time in the world to write so I was able to update at least once every two days but then I started my summer camp. I got home late, and nearly passed out every time my body touched the couch in the living room, so my updating started to slow down until it was every few weeks or whenever I felt like it, so I'm making myself a schedule!

I will try to update every week and if I don't update then, give me a quick PM and tell me so I can do it.