Hey everyone there's something VERY SPECIAL HAPPENING TODAY :D :D well it already happened because it's 10:30pm and it happened at 10:30am (...too bad.

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Disclaimer: If I owned any of the Artemis Fowl characters, I'd be throwing my money into the city fountain...

Chapter 12

Holly staggered towards LEP Headquarters, muttering gibberish. To be in her company...would be like being in company of a friend of mine (Ahem if your reading this I think you know who you are). Trouble was ready to crack out on her...but, she was a girl (A/N: Ohhh yeah who has the power.)

"Holly, do you think you could just... possibly....SHUTUP?!?!?"

"Huh?"was Holly's distant reply. She stared for a moment, and then giggled hysterically. Grub was staring at her, as though he was staring at a slaughtered gorilla.

As Trouble pushed through the main doors, a small crowd formed around them. Actually, to be more precise it was more of a mob...a very angry mob. And angry mob, of employees. So altogether, an angry mob of LEP employees. Trouble had one thought of one person, of one reason this could be happening.

Foaly.

In the Ops Booth

Foaly was duct taping the remains of a dolls braided hair to his tinfoil hat, as well as onto his now purple, pink and white striped heart dress. He was just adjusting his braids, when the door burst open.

Foaly spun around to Troubles face.

"Hullo Lieutenant!"

"I'm not a lieutenant,"he said eying Foaly's braids and brushing off his uniform.

"OMIGAWD I WISH I HAD LONG ENOUGH HAIR TO BRAID IT!"screamed Holly, almost in tears. "Wait... what are braids?"

"Ohhhh, you like them then?"said Foaly, twisting them around his hoof.

"STOP!" yelled Trouble, almost going insane. "Foaly, Holly, you two have been brain waved by Root. We all need to cooperate to get your minds..back how they were. All we need to do is figure out what happened to them in the first place."

Grub stayed silent throughout the whole speech.

"Trubs..."

"Shhh Corporal, I need to concentrate."

Grub didn't argue.

"Foaly...I know what happened..."said Trouble distantly.

"Like TTOOOTTALLYY. Uh, like, what happened?"replied Foaly in a shrill high- pitched voice.

"You've switched...Foaly, you've transformed into the opposite of what Holly is...Erm I guess that explains why you're acting very girly-girlish..."

"So..."said Grub catching on. "Holly is the opposite of Foaly..."

"Foaly's technical...and...uh, well she aint acting the brightest light bulb in the attic."

"She's stupid!"

"Excuse me Corporal..."

"Foalys intelligent beyond word so the opposite of Foaly would be-"

"Stupid...Oh D'Arvit, when do we get to turn them back"said Trouble.

"Like, how'd you know I was a girl, do I not look like one?"said Foaly sympathetically.

"Erm...well hate to break it to you Foaly but...you aren't a female, naturally."

"Trouble, how'd you figure this out in the first place?"

"It's was, well Holly told, and so did Foaly..."

"Huh?"

"Their eyes...they read something, it told me...there were sentences running across them, their minds...trying to tell me things, the real Holly and the real Foaly, they told me it was Root. Foaly told me how to stop it."

"What did I do now?"said Foaly stumbling around in the high heels that could never fit him.

"Foaly, I know you're in there,"said Trouble. "And it's up to you to get Holly's mind back, as well as yours."

The Foaly, hiding behind the mask stared blankly, but in his eyes, written were the purest signs of agony and struggle.

IM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRRYYYYYYY I haven't updated for almost 4 WHOLE MONTHS but my computer was token in for repairs, and then my dad had to buy the new version of word :O so after that I'm like NOOO I CAN'T UPDATE and THEN- Wait, you don't need to hear this...it's very dramatic anyway but haha that thing that happened at 10:30am was my BIRTHDAY yay!!!!! I'm finally 88!!!!! Phew 88 lonngggg years of living...wonder if I should retire soon... hmmm, naw, give it another 10 years, if I live that long.

Yours till I can cock-a-doodle-doo,

.::The OddBird::.