Jet and Droy mumbled as they woke up. Droy started laughing.

"What?" Jet asked.

"You're wearing a dress" Droy choked.

Jet looked down, "What the heck?!"

"Hey guys," someone said.

"Who is it?"

"It's Mavis silly"

"Where are you?"

"Up here, there weren't enough characters so I had to be a tree" the two of them looked up and were surprised to see Mavis's face on a tree.

"Master Mavis?! Why are you a tree?!" Droy shouted.

"I just told you, there weren't enough characters" Mavis giggled, "Someone doesn't listen"

"What do you mean?" Jet asked.

"You're in Levy's book, silly"

"Is that why I'm wearing a dress?"

"Yeah, you are Jettel," Mavis turned to Droy, "and you are Droysel"

"Levy was reading a book of Fairy Tales, correct?" Droy asked, eating a loaf of bread.

"Droy! Where did you get that?!" Jet asked.

"It was in my bag" Droy said putting the final piece in his mouth and swallowing.

"Droy! I think we're in Hansel and Gretel! That was supposed to be our way of getting home!"

"Oops"

"Now what do we do, Mavis?!" Jet looked up, "...Mavis?"

"She left during your rant, said she had to go curse Gajeel or something" Droy mumbled.

"And you didn't say anything?!" Jet shouted.

"What you were saying sounded important" Droy muttered.

"Unbelievable" Jet fell back against the tree.

"Jet, I think I see a house made of candy up ahead, I think Cana might have drugged me again" Droy whispered.

Jet jumped up, "I see it too! Come on!" the two ran towards the house and when they got there Droy started eating the house.

"Why are you eating my house?!" Porlyusica shouted.

"Sorry" Droy let the gumdrops in his hands fall to the ground.

"You look starved," Porlyusica pointed at Jet, "Why don't you come in and I'll feed you"

Jet allowed Porlyusica to lead Droy and himself into the house, 'Now if I can just remember how this story ends'

Droy looked around the house, eyes wide with hunger and he started devouring the leg of a chair.

"Young lady, why don't you eat too?"

It took a second to realize that she meant him, "Oh, I'm not that hungry"

"EAT!" Porlyusica shouted and Jet quickly grabbed a part of the oven and started eating.

"Hey! Don't eat my oven! How else am I going to cook you up?!" Porlyusica shouted.

"Did you say cook us up?" Jet froze.

"Up, no, I said cook you up a great meal" Porlyusica smiled a wide, and slightly evil smile.

"Uh, Droy?"

"What?"

"Come over here" Droy walked over to Jet.
"Eat the oven"

"NO, DON'T" Porlyusica shouted.

"Sure thing," Droy took a huge bite out of the oven and chewed, "Why does it taste like feet?"

"Keep eating, quickly" Jet demanded. Droy spit out what was in his mouth and took another bite, he repeated this process until the oven was completely gone.

"NOOOOOOO!" Porlyusica shouted.

"Yes! We did it!" Jet shouted throwing his hands into the air and accidentally knocked off the faucet. A stream of water shot up in the air and hit Porlyusica.

"NOOOOOOO! I'M MELTING!"

"I thought that was a different story?" Jet said.

"It is, I'm a licenced Wicked Witch of the West as well" Porlyusica explained before she went up in a puff of smoke.

"What just happened?" Droy asked.

"I have no idea"