A/N: Firstly, sorry for the slow update, I meant to update sooner but other things got in the way. Thanks for the prank idea in this chapter go to iluvchocs again! And the credit for the club goes to Freida Right. Oh, and thanks to everyone has reviewed!

"Alanna dear, why do you have to prank him back when his last one didn't even work?" asked Thayet as her and several others were sitting down to a meeting of the 'plot against Jon' club.

"We all know your just saying that so when it happens Jon won't be mad at you," answered Alanna.

"Well I either have to know nothing or at least say I tried," she informed Alanna.

There were a few moments of silence as all present members of the club tried to think of something to do until Gary called out "I got it!"

"Nothing to do with notebooks," groaned Alanna.

"Oh," he replied and silenced filled the room again until Raoul started humming, causing all participants of the club, other than Gary, to glare at him.

"I have an idea," murmured George.


"Ah!" cried his wife. "Maybe now we'll have a sensible, plausible plan."

"Where's my teddy! I want my teddy! I want Squeaker!" yelled a voice which bore remarkable resemblance to that of a five year old.

"Now, now dear," soothed Thayet in her best calming wife voice. "I'm sure he'll turn up soon Jon."

"But I want Squeaker now!" he wailed. "I can't sleep without Squeaker!"

"I'm sure you can manage for one night dear," said Thayet, who inwardly was thinking 'thank the Goddess I don't have to sleep with that mangy fur ball any more.'


"Look Raoul!" called Alanna, pointing to a sign pinned to the mess hall door.

"What?" he groaned, Alanna had dragged him out of bed at some ungodly hour for some early morning training.

"The sign you idiot!" she cried. Raoul looked up and read the sign, which stated:

Lost!

Teddy Bear.

Brown, furry and much loved.

Reward 50 gold nobles.

"I can't believe it!" laughed Raoul.

"But who got his teddy bear? It never leaves his room," asked Gary, who had obviously not being paying attention in the last meeting of 'plot against Jon' club.

"We all have our special skills Gary. Don't we?" smirked George, as he tapped the side of his nose.

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