A/N This is a challenge fic from my cousin. I haven't written in a while, so please excuse my poor writing style. Hopefully more stories from me will come out soon. Perhaps I'll even finish my chapter ficcies!

Disclaimer: No, not mine, sadly. Although I'd kill for an Owen plushie ^_^ Everything belongs to Tammy P. and all those people who own it.

Challenge:

1) Characters: Joren, Owen, Numair

2) The words purple lipstick, Peachblossom, and a cell phone must be used or described..

3) The castle, a tree branch, and a glass of warm milk must appear.

4) The line, "I mock you with my monkey pants," must be spoken by Numair.

Doom to the Monkeys

by ACK!

Rating: PG

Genre: Pure Humor

Owen grabbed his glass of warm milk and drank it down, then promptly collapsed into his bed, yawning. "Maybe Peachblossom won't bite me again tomorrow," he thought, closing his eyes sleepily. Slipping out of consciousness, his dream began...

Ring! Ring!

"What was that?" Owen said, peering around at his surroundings. There were glowy iridescent tree branches everywhere on the ground, and he picked one up. Underneath it was a small black rectangular prism, which was generating the annoying noise. Owen picked it up, and half of it flapped open.

"I didn't break it! I swear! I'm sorry!" he cried, the realized that it was hinged, and probably was supposed to open. He pushed some buttons, and heard a voice coming from the other side.

"Owen? Owen, is that you?" Leaning his head closer to the device, Owen realized that he could hear better.

"Yes? Who is that? Why are you talking through a strange magical device?" Owen asked, puzzled thoroughly.

"It's Joren. Have you picked up my purple lipstick yet?"

"Why, um..." Owen put his hand into his pocket, pulling out a cylindrical tube, "Yeah I did Joren."

"Good. Deliver it to me at the castle."

"Right..."

Joren hung up, and Owen put the rectangular prism into his pocket. He walked up the hill to the castle, and almost ran into Numair.

"Excuse me, sir, but I have a question. Do you know what this is?" Owen said, pulling out the rectangular prism.

"Ah, the oldest model I've ever seen. I MOCK YOU WITH MY MONKEY PANTS!" Numair said, pulling out his Cell5000, the newest model.

"Thanks, sir, really..." Owen said, then ran off. Running blindly through the royal forest, he tripped into a hole and was falling, falling, falling...

Owen bolted straight up.

"Odd. Very odd."