Maple Leaf: Hopefully, this gets posted at a decent time. As of now, I'm writing this at 11:30 PM on Saturday, November 10, 2012, so you'll know if this is posted at a reasonable time or not.

Jayfeather: Nobody cares about that!

Maple Leaf: Well, too bad, 'cuz I do!

Bramblestar: So what's being done in this dare.

Scourge: Probably something humiliating.

Maple Leaf: Good guess. You'll have to keep reading to figure out what exactly it is.

Scourge: Alright, lets get this over with…what's this ballerina costume doing here?

"I…found you!" Concrete poked her head into Scourge's den with a smirk on her face, expecting to see the black cat hiding in his den. Instead, she was greeted by an empty space "Hmph."

"Boo!" a voice exclaimed. The silver tabby leaped into the air with a screech before turning around. There stood a black cat with a white left paw and piercing ice-blue eyes. "Scared 'ya!"

"Hey! I'm supposed to be scaring you; not the other way around!"

"Sorry! I couldn't help myself!"

"Anyways, you have another dare, Scourge."

"Alright, what is it?" the cat asked, licking his paw.

"Well, Waterkit doesn't understand why you tried to kill Violet."

"She doesn't have to!"

"So she wants you to apologize to her."

"I don't apologize to anyone."

"You just did a minute ago."

"Who said I meant it?"

"…she's dared you to. So that means you have to do it…and mean it."

"Ugh. Fine. Let me go find her Twoleg den."

"One more thing," when Scourge turned around, the silver tabby smirked and held up a ballerina costume. "She also wants you to dress up like a ballerina with a fairy wand while you do it."

"This Waterkit must really not like me."

"I've ordered this online; it's in your size. Go put it on and I'll show you where her den is."

A few minutes later, the twosome was standing in front of a fenced-in Twoleg den. Scourge was dressed in a bright blue tutu with fake purple pig-tails, pink fairy wings, and a thin pink stick with a stringy pom-pom glued to the top.

"And I have to do this?" he asked.

"Yes, you do. You made a promise." Concrete replied with a purr.

"And she wont laugh at me?"

"Oh, she probably will."

"And I wont—"

"Just go!" Scourge hissed at her before jumping up the fence and leaping down on the other side.

"Ah!" a voice squeaked. There stood a sandy-colored cat with darker stripes and green eyes. She had on a light pink collar. "Sc-Scourge?!"

"The one and only! Hey, Violet."

"Why are you dressed like Abby Cadabby?"

"A kit dared me to. How do you know about the show?"

"My housefolk have a kit who watches it constantly. It loves the show."

"Oh…I'm sorry."

"Hm?"

'Alright, here goes…' Scourge thought as he reared up onto his hind legs with the stupid wand in between two toes.

"I'm sorry!" he 'sang', waving the stick and lumbering around like a dancing bear. Then he sat back down. "That was embarrassing…but I guess I did mean it."

"That kit dared you to?"

"Mm-hm!"

"…I forgive you. But this kit sure does have a sense of humor."

"I know, right?" the two cats laughed.

"Stripey! Come inside!" a Twoleg yowled. Violet rolled her eyes and glared at it.

"I really don't like my new name…I've gotta go. Can you come back over one day? We could talk more…?"

"Sure! Maybe tomorrow?"

"Deal. Bye, Scourge!" at that, Violet ran towards the den, where the Twoleg bent over, picked her up, and stroked her fur.

"Wow," Concrete said as Scourge walked back into his den. The silver tabby had left when Scourge went over the fence. "I'm surprised she didn't claw your ears off!"

"You could have stayed and helped!" the black cat hissed at her. "I cant get this stupid costume off!" to prove that he was right, Scourge tried to pull the zipper down, but it wouldn't budge. He had gotten plenty of laughs from his subjects on the way back home.

"Sorry!"

"Any more dares?"

"Not for today!"

"Good; now get this thing off me."

"I'll try…" Concrete said, tugging the zipper. Sure enough, it wouldn't move. "Uh-oh. I think the zipper's jammed; we'll either have to cut you out of it or you'll be stuck in it for a while."

"Oh, man! Concrete, you said this thing was my size!"

"Just because it's your size doesn't mean that the zipper wont get jammed!"

"Oh, great; I'm going to bed. Wake me up when you figure out a way to get this off."

Maple Leaf: More evidence that my funny juices have been sucked dry.

Bramblestar: Well, it is 12:25 at night. You're gonna be tired by now.

Maple Leaf: Yeah…I guess you're right.

Jayfeather: I'm reading Scourge's mind right now, and I'm pretty sure he wants to shred something to pieces.

Scourge: Get this thing off of me! I'm going INSANE!

Jayfeather: You weren't insane before?

Scourge: Why, you little…! *starts chasing Jayfeather around*

Bramblestar: Uh…Maple Leaf only owns Concrete, the Twolegs, and…that's about it. Everything else belongs to Erin Hunter.

Maple Leaf: Bye!