It was another boring day on the Vione. Folken was quietly doing paper work... and Dilandau.... Well (at least Folken assumed) he was amusing himself in some quiet, safe way. (Yeah... Right...)

Folken got up and turned just in time to see the axe go into the fire extinguisher. With a resounding boom, Dilandau went flying. Folken sighed.

"Lord Dilandau, are you okay?" The dragon slayers yelled in unison... (Es-Ca-Flo-Ne! **esca-monks**) Dilandau stood up, rubbed his head, and grinned. With the glee, only an insane albino pyromaniac can muster he said:

"Coooooool..."

It was then that Folken decided to take them to a carnival.

"Now you little... ANGELS..." (You KNOW he was sarcastic...) "I want you all ready in five minutes... I will be in the other room."

FIVE MINUTES LATER

Folken returned, to find Viole used as a horse (By Dilandau), Gatti used as a cow (also by Dilandau) and a pillow full of marijuana. (By Dilan-- -- err... sorry. By VAUGHN)

"God damn..." Folken said, and started to gather.

(A/N: This would be longer, but I'm working on a lot of fanfics at the moment.... nevertheless, I will strive for MORE Escaflowne ones... I give you my word as an honorary worshipper of the mutilated chicken.... You'll find out what that means in the next chapter.)