Disclaimer: Yeah, I tottally own it, that's why I'm on a fanfiction site...

AN: Yo gnomies! We're back on track for fluffy sitcom town! ;D

Lets have a big hand for all the lovely people who reviewed, especially FrankieFan82 for the suggestion. I couldn't squeeze it into this chapter sadly but be sure to keep an eye out for it ;P

Also, yeah, I've been updating a lot recently, if you want to thank anyone, thank William and Kate as school was closed for the Royal Wedding, the snow in December as it was so bad the school was closed so because of some weird glitch we have to have extra holiday time now and my exams which have kept me locked up in my lair with my laptop. Unfortunately, it had to end soon, so updates might be less frequent, but whenever I say that I always end up making a fool of myself by updating like the next day :\


All my friends know the low rider

The low rider is a little higher

Low rider drives a little slower

Low rider is a real goer

Low rider knows every street yeah!

Low rider is the one to meet yeah!

Low rider don't use no gas now

Low rider don't drive too fast

Magenta bopped around Frank's bedchamber, the fixed sound-wave-transporter blaring.

She was supposed to be cleaning it, but the song was just too awesome not to dance to, so she clomped around the heart shaped bed, flicking her duster now and then and trying to lower her pitch for the song.

She kicked her heels off as they were interrupting her dancing by sinking into the marshy carpet.

Take a little trip

Take a little trip

Take a little trip and see

Take a little trip

Take a little trip

Take a little trip with me

She hopped onto the bed and jumped up and down, chanting the verse in her attempt at a bass voice.

As the song ended she laughed and collapsed onto the silk covers in respect.

She sighed contentedly and heaved herself up to begin cleaning.

She glanced over at the window and saw the squeaky guide from the supermarket slapping foam onto the pane.

He caught sight of her and his eyes widened as he recognised her.

Her own eyes became enlarged as she noticed that her feet were completely bare.

She screamed, humiliated and reached for her shoes.

The teen screamed back in shock and fear as his ladder slowly toppled backwards.


"Riff Raff! Riff Raff! Riff Raff!" Magenta called for her brother, poking her head into every room she came across.

"Riff Raff, where are you!"

"Magenta? What ever is the matter?" Riff Raff emerged from the garden and rushed over to his hysterical sister.

"Someone saw my feet!" she cried and sobbed into his shoulder.

He tensed, "Were they bare?" he asked, not wanting to hear the answer.

She nodded into his overalls and continued to cry.

Riff Raff's face grew red and a vein throbbed on his forehead, "Son of a bitch!" he cursed, holding his sister close.

"Is that any way to greet your Master?" Frank emerged from the yoga room, yawning, he was yet to fall asleep, having slept in until midnight.

He noticed Magenta's weeping and Riff Raff's rage.

He remembered that Magenta had been cleaning his bedchamber and became worried, "Er… about all that David Bowie stuff… I'm, er, holding them for a friend…"

"No, Master," Magenta sniffed.

"It seems we have a peeping Tom in the neighbourhood," sad Riff through his tight lips.

Frank goggled, "What exactly were you doing in my bedchamber to interest this… Thomas who peeps?"

"He saw Magenta's bare feet," Riff Raff spat out.

Frank paled, "Oh my, you poor girl!" he shook his head sadly and shuddered, "Take the morning off, the last thing you want to be doing with an unstable mind is cleaning my bedchamber!"


"Magenta? I brought you some oatcakes and green tea!" Riff Raff gently nudged the door open apprehensively.

The door swung open to reveal Magenta in her boxers and t-shirt outfit, rocking on the bed almost catatonically.

"Magenta, are you alright," he asked worriedly, she really didn't need any extra stress after what they'd just been through.

"I feel so violated, Riff," she choked out, tears filling her eyes.

"Shh, it's alright, I'm here for you," Riff Raff put down the tray and collapsed onto the bed to hold his sister, stroking her hair and whispering soothingly to her.


"Explain something to me Advisor," Frank frowned in thought, "Why wasn't the concert on that night? Why did that sparkly girl and that squeaky idiot not know anything about it?" he activated the remotular-controlling device and held his breath until the screen flickered to life.

Oh, is it a dream?

Came the eerie response as some sort of jackalope without antlers disappeared into the fog.

There's a fog along the horizon

A strange glow in the sky

But nobody seems to know where you go

And what does it mean?

Oh, is it a dream?

Frank goggled in wonder as he watched the small rabbit prance after the abstract shadow-rabbit.

Bright eyes

Burning like fire

Bright eyes

How can you close and fail?

How can the light that burned so brightly

Suddenly burn so pale?

Bright eyes…

There was some kind of annoying itch of an emotion at the back of Frank's eyes as he watched the touching scene unfold.

Bright eyes

Burning like fire.

Bright eyes

How can you close and fail?

How can the light that burned so brightly

Suddenly burn so pale?

Bright eyes…

He scanned his brain through the memories of preparation back on Transsexual and the research he'd been doing with his Advisor for an answer.

Once the movie had ended, he understood.

"Goddamn," he sniffled, blowing his nose for the eleventh time, "I'm… sad!"


"Master, you're up!" the siblings looked up from preparing their breakfast to eye Frank as he slouched into the room.

"On the exterior, maybe. On the interior…" he trailed off and poured himself a bowl of cereal.

"Master, is everything alright?" the siblings exchanged worried glances.

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm just suddenly aware of the cruelty and political issues that face rabbits every day," he sobbed as he put his bowl in the microwave.

The siblings caught each other's eye and Riff Raff raised his eyebrows.

"I'll handle this," he whispered.

Magenta smiled gratefully and slid away.


"Sigh," Frank said aloud to himself as he decided what outfit to wear that day, "No one understands the hardships of being me," he put a hand on his forehead and choked back a sob, "Being so fabulous but unable to put it to any good use!" he made a weird strangled noise before kicking off his slippers and searching for his fishnets.

"My servants think they know better than me, my servants!" he sighed deeply and miserably as he finally located his fishnets. He looked up at the sound of something at his window and came face to face with the squeaky teen that had refused him entry to the ABBA concert.

He caught his eye and noticed that the teen now had a cast on his arm. The teen, noticing Frank, began opening and closing his mouth in shock.

"Oh no, not another one!" he squealed.

Frank suddenly realised that his feet were bare and gave out a shriek, diving for his slippers.

The teen also shrieked in shock, "Not again!" he cried as the ladder succumbed to gravity.


"It's ok, you two just relax, I'll be back in a minute," Riff Raff placated the rocking Frank and Magenta and headed downstairs.

"How was it?" asked Magenta.

"I feel so violated," Frank shuddered, "And not in a good way…"

"Uhuh," Magenta nodded and quivered at the memory, "What are we going to do?" she asked worriedly.

"Well, I don't know about you, but my Advisor has some pretty good films lined up for me!" Frank visibly cheered up a bit and headed for his bedchamber.

Magenta looked at him, "That's it? That's all it took for you to get over this?"

Frank shrugged, "One of the films is called The Last Unicorn," as if this made it ok.

"Urgh!" Magenta collapsed back onto the bed, wishing she had a brain like a butterfly too.


When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain

And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain

In the shadow of the forest though she may be old and worn

They will stare unbelieving at the last unicorn

"Oh my God…," Frank blew his nose and attempted to wipe away his mascara smudges.

"Ya know, I admire a man who's not afraid to cry!" a voice chirped from some unknown location.

"Huh?" Frank whipped his around frantically, was Thomas back again?

"Well, I admire any man who's different from my last boyfriend… yeesh!"

"Gah!" Frank cried as he located the speaker.

"Oh, Frankie! Hi!" it was the sparkly girl from the night of the disastrous concert, on a ladder outside his window, poking her head in, "I didn't recognise you from the back!"

"What are you doing here!" he moaned.

She shrugged and grinned mischievously, "A girl's gotta earn a living somehow! You know, no one wanted this job!" she leaned in closer, "You shoulda heard the stories the last guy was tellin' everyone!" she laughed, Frank winced at the sound.

"Well," he tried to assemble a charming smile, "We all get a bit carried away sometimes," he turned his back to her, hoping she'd get the hint.

"Watcha watchin'?" she trilled.

"The Last Unicorn," Frank muttered grumpily.

"Ooh, sounds neat! Mind if I hang around?"

"Well -,"

"Ok!" she heaved herself in and collapsed onto the bed alongside him, "Hey, can you go get us some snacks while I rewind it?"

Frank huffed, no one ordered him around, "Actually -,"

"Ok!" she whooped again, throwing her hands in the air and backhanding Frank towards the door.


"Magenta, come on, I hate to see you like this!" stroked her cheek gently as he spoke, "I mean, feet aren't the same here on earth! Earthlings don't care whether they're seen or not. They're on the monitor all the time," his lips twitched as he remembered their reactions the first time a bare foot popped up on the screen.

Magenta sighed, "I know… I just feel so weird…," she pulled a face and looked into his eyes, "I mean, the only person who's ever seen my bare feet before (apart form me) is you… I don't know… it just felt nice, like we had some kind of secret… I don't want to share it with some pimply earthling!" she groaned, "It makes my stomachs churn just to think about it."

"Magenta…," Riff Raff breathed, touched, "We'll always have my feet," he whispered before softly kissing her.


"So then I said "Hey, pal! Take your finger out your nose when I'm talkin' to ya!" and then he says -,"

"Oh look Look, look, look!" Frank bounced up and down, pointing at the credits rolling down the screen, "The film has terminated! You probably need to go back to your employment now…," Frank said hopefully.

"Nah! I can take my lunch break now, ok, so he says… hey, Frankie? Doesn't that hurt your head?"

"That's the point."


AN: Yay! Columbia's in it! Yes, it was her at the the concert (all those who guessedright win pictures of Frank's feet!) and, if this was a real sitcom, she'd have the position of recurring guest star, I guess ;P Along with Squeaky Voiced Teen!

Weird Fact: Since I put him in this fic he's been absent from the Simpsons O_o

Challenge: Why did no one but Frank know about the concert?

Cultural References:

Title? - Pun of My Sister's Keeper (also a really crap anagram, I realised)

Magenta's song? - Low Rider by War, when I was on holiday in America one year I became addicted to George Lopez, the TV Show, unfortunately they don't show it here and the DVDs don't work here apparently :( Anyway, the image of Magenta trying to sing this was a very funny one! ;P

Frank's Rabbit Song? - Bright Eyes by Art Garfunkel, that tear-jerker from Watership Down. I used the version that's in the film.

David Bowie Stuff? - I was lsitening to Life on Mars when writing this ;P

Last Unicorn? - I just remember this fiom as being really sad, especially the song :(

Green Tea and Oarcakes? - Yum ;3