A cry of frustration escaped the amusingly short pirate's lips.

Tetra's fist got to know her desk in a brief but painful meeting, causing much frustrated cursing, and a wince from Gonzo, who was peering into the room nervously.

"..Miss Tetra?" He called anxiously.

A growl.

"What do you want, Gonzo?!" She wheeled around, a rather feral look upon her face. The pirate 'meeped' and backed away.

"Um, we're there, Miss.."

"Finally..." A particularly deranged smirk crossed Tetra's face then.

"Skirt boy is gonna PAY for that New Year's Eve party...oh yeees he'll pay..."

Indulging herself in a fit of maniacal laughter, the girl rubbed her hands together and walked out of her cabin.

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"Come ON, Makar! It can't possibly hurt anything!"

The 9-year-old stomped her foot and glowered at the diminuitive Korok before her, who was attempting to hide behind his violin.

And failing rather spectacularly.

"Arryl, there's EVERYTHING that could go wrong! WE COULD END UP AS FISH!"

Death glare.

The leaf-child cringed and decided it was a good time for a tactful retreat.

"..which is to say it'll work perfectly..."

Satisfied grin. Makar gave a feeble laugh.

'Oh sweet goddesses the deku tree is going to mulch me...'

"I'll go get everyone. You study the song!"

Makar winced as Aryll traipsed off merrily, content in her victory.

It was really his fault, after all. He had found the old book.

Suggested they find out what in Din's name it was.

Opened it to the page with the bleedin' spell on it.

Then again he HAD tried to get away...the girl had foiled that plan by grabbing him by the leg.

Sighing in defeat, he slumped over.

'To revert to thine humyn form, one must fyrst gathyr the

toothe of 1 wolfos

the seede of 6 deku babas'

Makar blinked. This would be a bit more difficult than he'd thought..

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"Soo..."

"Yeah."

"Aren't we supposed to like, smite them for mettling in our, um, affairs, and like, stuff?"

"Farore, you ditz, this is comedy. Now pass the popcorn."

A scuffle broke out amongst the three Goddesses, puzzling a Windfall meteoroligist as the sudden thunderstorm caused people screamed and ran for cover under the tree, innocent in their lack of knowledge and likely to be barbequed.

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A/N: That's makar/arryl in case you can't tell. : screw love triangle, this is a love...um. a geometric shape with a lot of sides!

And to KittHorse: You're right. :3 I support Komali/Medli actually. But this is me trying to set up as many crazy pairings as is (not) feasible and make it FUNNY. :D