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A/N: This chapter is for my awesome friend, fanficgirl1999! I hope you enjoy this. As a quick refresher, couples are:

Fabina/Jabian. (Nina's never left Anubis.)

Peddie/ Keddie.

Jara/ Jerina.

Amfie/Walfie.

Moy/ Mickara.

Trudy/Victor. (Slightly.)

Requests can be couples, friendships, and pure hate pairings. All up to you. This is for fanficgirl1999! Hope you like it!

Chapter 25: Tralfie.

"OK, last time, she caught me. She won't catch me again." Alfie muttered, smiling.

"How will she not catch you, Alfie? It's broad daylight and she has no social life, so she'll be guarding those brownies." Jerome said.

"I have a plan. I stole Jasper's phone, I know his schedule and his address. I can trick her into going over there, long enough for me to get to those delightful, gooey brownies." Alfie grinned.

"You're so devious, mate." Jerome laughed. "How did you get his address?"

"I asked Fabian. Then I nicked his schedule and phone. So read this. Do you think it sounds like him?"

"Yeah. Flirty when it means texting her. And does he really call her fuzzball?" Jerome asked skeptically.

"Well, that's what she's in his contacts as. So yeah." Alfie grinned as he took back the phone and sent the text.

Downstairs, Trudy's phone bleeped. She picked it up. As she read it, her face changed into a mask of confusion. She mouthed "Fuzzball? What?" She dialled his home number. As soon as he picked up, she said "Hello. What is the meaning of this text?"

"What text?" He asked.

"This one. You know, the one you just sent, asking me to visit. What do you mean by come to my place, fuzzball? Who in the name of Dettol is fuzzball?"

"How did you know about that?!" He asked, shocked.

"You just texted me, with that in there!" She almost shouted down the phone.

"I haven't seen my phone since yesterday! How could I have sent you any texts today?" He asked her. "More to the point, who would be able to work out my passcode to text you? Much less learn... never mind. Look, if you do want to come round, you're more than welcome."

"Well, first of all, I'll find your mobile. And secondly, your password is Elmo. Third, learn what? Tell me, mister."

He laughed. "OK, fine. I have you in my contacts as fuzzball. You know, because your hair's all fuzzy."

"Well, that and I look like a beach ball."

"Nah. Look, I'll come to you." He said. "See you in about five minutes."

Trudy walked out of the kitchen to see Alfie. And he was holding Jasper's mobile. "Alfred Marmaduke Lewis! Is that what I think it is? Hand it over!"

He reluctantly handed over the mobile and typed in the password. Alfie laughed nervously as her face darkened. "Elmo, weird or what?"

"Alfie! I thought you'd know better!" Trudy looked at him, nearly crying. "How can I trust you again? I thought I'd taught you better than this!"

"Well, in order to punish me, you can make me eat your delicious, gooey, chocolaty brownies?" He asked.

She sobbed softly. "No! In fact, you can have a month of chores and two months of no sweets!" She told him.

"Aww! Come on, Trudes. Where's that sweet, big heart? Won't you even relent for a hug?" Alfie asked, trying out the puppy eyes.

"No!" She yelled. "You've crossed the line! How could you steal a mobile?!"

Alfie grabbed her and squashed her. "Calm down, Trudy."

"Never tell a woman to calm down!" She yelled, pushing him off her futilely.

He stroked her hair. "Now, now. I heard that someone's visiting you. You don't want to look like you've been bullied."

Trudy sobbed. "I really thought I'd taught you better than stealing. You've never needed to. You could have just asked for a brownie!"

"What? I went through all of that and you tell me I could have just asked?" He asked, incredulously.

"Yes." She sobbed.

"Well. May I please have a brownie?" He asked.

"Too late. Not happening. Instead, you will return that mobile with a sincere apology and you will do chores for the next month and no sweets at all for the next eight weeks." Trudy told him.

"OK. Sorry." He told her, squashing her gently.

"Ahh! What is this orange and neon blue shirt doing in my wardrobe?! And why does it smell like fish?!" Amber screamed.

"Where are my rulers?!" Mara screamed.

"Joy! Why did you break my CD?!" Patricia shrieked.

"You ripped Robert Pattinson's face!" Joy screamed.

Nina yelled "Someone stole my locket!"

"Where's my elixir?!" Victor's voice yelled from the cellar.

Jerome said "Oh, Alfie, why did you leave that stinkbomb?!"

Fabian yelled "Where's my guitar, Eddie?"

"Smashed on the sidewalk, dude!" Eddie yelled back.

Mick yelled "KT, have you seen my football?!"

"Yeah, Gary had it!" KT yelled.

Everyone except Alfie yelled "TRUDY WE NEED YOU!"

She screamed and Alfie let go. "Why me?" She whimpered.

"Trudy?" Jasper asked.

That tore it. She threw herself, face down on the floor and screamed. "No!"

Alfie slipped past her and grabbed the brownies. "Come to Papa, you sweet, chunky squares of chocolaty ooze."

Trudy walked in, furious and slightly insane and armed herself with a teatowel. "Alfie, step away from the brownies."

"No way." He told her, about to eat one.

She hit him with the teatowel. "Out of my kitchen! Out, out, out, out!" She chased him with it all the way through the house.

"This place is mad." Jasper shook his head and left.

"Keep away from the brownies!" Trudy screamed.

"No! You're too talented with cookery!" Alfie screamed.

She hit him with the teatowel. "No more sweets for you!"

Morgan stood in the hall, laughed and watched the chase. "I love this place." She chuckled slightly and walked to the kitchen. "Come to Mama, you delicious brownies. You're too yummy to be left alone." She began eating.

Ten minutes later... "Where are all the brownies?!"

I hope this was an alright chapter. Review and let me know what you think! Until next time, BlackCat46 out! ;)