Author's Note: Yes, yes, a note from the evil ME, mwa ha ha ha, etc. I would like to thank Rubi of Queenscove right here and now for all the wonderful help when I was completely stuck. Let's hear it for her!
*Armed thugs hold out huge banner saying "Thank you Rubi!"*
Ahm. Yes, so let's all be grateful to her, shall we? The beginning of this chapter follows her plot line, then goes back to me. Now, on to the story!
But wait! Another order of business. This story is dedicated to Katreon of Team Socket, not just Team Socket. So sorry for the inconvenience! It was dedicated to her because she translated what the TV said in "A Room With A Moose And The Havoc That Followed" by yours truly.
And the peasants rejoiced!
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Numair awoke with a migraine. Blinking, he yawned and sat up only to yelp in horror. His expensive, black, silk robe was covered in gloppy pink paint! His pants were also covered in the wet paint. "MY ROBE!" he screamed, rising to his feet and surveying the damage most unhappily.
Sighing, Numair ran his fingers through his hair absentmindedly - and stopped suddenly. Something was very, very wrong with his mane of black hair. Gingerly touching it with both hands, his eyes widened in horror.
The little demons had cut his hair!
This was too much for the poor mage. Rushing to the washroom he spied in a corner of the room, he inspected his hair and face miserably. The adults-turned-little-kids had shaved off a large portion of the hair on the back of head. His face was covered in make-up. "I am going to KILL THEM!" he fumed, washing his face and trying in vain to fix his hair. Sighing, he leaned against the mirror and moaned softly.
The evil giggles that Numair had come to really hate pierced the silence.
Numair turned around, afire with rage. The little Keladry stood in the doorway, blinking up at the angry mage innocently. Her tiny hands were covered in the same pink paint that adorned Numair's new clothes.
"I'm going to kill you!" roared Numair, lunging at the little girl. Kel scampered off and Numair bit the dust. But the mage was too ticked off to give up. He tore after the child like a cheetah after its prey. He finally seized the little demon and lifted her up by her shirt. He wouldn't let go, even when Kel squirmed and spat in his face.
"Big scary horsy man is gonna hurt me!" wailed the youngster in her last defense.
"Oh no, I am NOT letting you get away that easily," Numair growled. Turning around, he met the rest of the little kids. They squinted up at him, looking determined.
"Let her go!" commanded "Nealy," his green eyes ablaze with young anger.
"Why did you do this to me?" Numair couldn't help but whine.
"You were mean! You wouldn't play horsy with me," said Dainey stubbornly. Numair glared at her; she glared back. Kel squirmed in Numair's grasp.
The little Alanna sighed. "We can make a peal," she offered.
"A deal?"
"Let Kelly go and we'll be good," she promised, violet eyes twinkling.
"I think not," retorted Numair, backing away from the little demons/kids.
"Don't worry, Kelly!" called the miniature Cleon. "I'll save you!"
"No, I will! I'm the pwincess and she's my pwince!" Neal argued. Alanna hit him and he hit her back.
"I am the pwincess!" announced Alanna, kicking Neal in the leg.
"I don't care if you're the pwincess, I'm gonna save Kelly!" Cleon declared, leaping onto the mage, who shrieked and jumped back.
Dainey came forward. "I'm sowwy that I was bad," she said humbly, peering up at Numair with the blue-gray eyes that he loved. She WAS his fiancée, he told himself as he stepped forward to pick her up. Surely she'd come to her senses and -
Fierce pain shot through Numair's leg as Daine pounced on it and bit him. Frantically trying to shake her off, Numair lost his balance and fell into a table, dropping Kelly.
After the dust cleared, Numair sat up, groaning, and clutched his forehead. Pain shot through his shoulder. But all Numair could do was stare straight ahead at the open door to the workroom.
The little kids had gotten out. They were loose!
*Armed thugs hold out huge banner saying "Thank you Rubi!"*
Ahm. Yes, so let's all be grateful to her, shall we? The beginning of this chapter follows her plot line, then goes back to me. Now, on to the story!
But wait! Another order of business. This story is dedicated to Katreon of Team Socket, not just Team Socket. So sorry for the inconvenience! It was dedicated to her because she translated what the TV said in "A Room With A Moose And The Havoc That Followed" by yours truly.
And the peasants rejoiced!
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Numair awoke with a migraine. Blinking, he yawned and sat up only to yelp in horror. His expensive, black, silk robe was covered in gloppy pink paint! His pants were also covered in the wet paint. "MY ROBE!" he screamed, rising to his feet and surveying the damage most unhappily.
Sighing, Numair ran his fingers through his hair absentmindedly - and stopped suddenly. Something was very, very wrong with his mane of black hair. Gingerly touching it with both hands, his eyes widened in horror.
The little demons had cut his hair!
This was too much for the poor mage. Rushing to the washroom he spied in a corner of the room, he inspected his hair and face miserably. The adults-turned-little-kids had shaved off a large portion of the hair on the back of head. His face was covered in make-up. "I am going to KILL THEM!" he fumed, washing his face and trying in vain to fix his hair. Sighing, he leaned against the mirror and moaned softly.
The evil giggles that Numair had come to really hate pierced the silence.
Numair turned around, afire with rage. The little Keladry stood in the doorway, blinking up at the angry mage innocently. Her tiny hands were covered in the same pink paint that adorned Numair's new clothes.
"I'm going to kill you!" roared Numair, lunging at the little girl. Kel scampered off and Numair bit the dust. But the mage was too ticked off to give up. He tore after the child like a cheetah after its prey. He finally seized the little demon and lifted her up by her shirt. He wouldn't let go, even when Kel squirmed and spat in his face.
"Big scary horsy man is gonna hurt me!" wailed the youngster in her last defense.
"Oh no, I am NOT letting you get away that easily," Numair growled. Turning around, he met the rest of the little kids. They squinted up at him, looking determined.
"Let her go!" commanded "Nealy," his green eyes ablaze with young anger.
"Why did you do this to me?" Numair couldn't help but whine.
"You were mean! You wouldn't play horsy with me," said Dainey stubbornly. Numair glared at her; she glared back. Kel squirmed in Numair's grasp.
The little Alanna sighed. "We can make a peal," she offered.
"A deal?"
"Let Kelly go and we'll be good," she promised, violet eyes twinkling.
"I think not," retorted Numair, backing away from the little demons/kids.
"Don't worry, Kelly!" called the miniature Cleon. "I'll save you!"
"No, I will! I'm the pwincess and she's my pwince!" Neal argued. Alanna hit him and he hit her back.
"I am the pwincess!" announced Alanna, kicking Neal in the leg.
"I don't care if you're the pwincess, I'm gonna save Kelly!" Cleon declared, leaping onto the mage, who shrieked and jumped back.
Dainey came forward. "I'm sowwy that I was bad," she said humbly, peering up at Numair with the blue-gray eyes that he loved. She WAS his fiancée, he told himself as he stepped forward to pick her up. Surely she'd come to her senses and -
Fierce pain shot through Numair's leg as Daine pounced on it and bit him. Frantically trying to shake her off, Numair lost his balance and fell into a table, dropping Kelly.
After the dust cleared, Numair sat up, groaning, and clutched his forehead. Pain shot through his shoulder. But all Numair could do was stare straight ahead at the open door to the workroom.
The little kids had gotten out. They were loose!