"Well Moth? Do you accept Neal's challenge or don't you?" Skink wanted to know.

I panicked. I didn't want to get kicked out of the band! But then I thought of the icy Kelter, and the pale and annoying Skib, and I slowly began to grin.

"I accept. In front of two witnesses I will help steal Kelter's jeep and go mudrunning in it. I will serve as a lookout." I said, formatting my answer after the ones that I had heard the others give.

"Good. Then it's settled. You get to do one too Moth, Rayn's left, so you get to challenge him and he starts next time." Neal informed me, obviously happy that he wouldn't be the only one getting kicked out of the band.

"Ummm, okay. Rayn - Deeds or Actions?"

"Deeds - what else?"

"Fine. I force you to paint all of the drumsticks - ALL of them mind you - bright pink. Plus you have to paint purple and pink poka-dots on all of the drums. You must do this in front of two witness."

Everybody looked at me with stunned expressions upon their faces, their mouths agape. "What? Did I do something wrong? What is it?" I asked, really worried.

"That's... that's the best prank I've heard in years!" gasped out Skink, "Even better then some of Firefly's stuff!" as soon as he said that he hurriedly looked at Neal, apologetic. But even Neal looked shocked, not angry at all, so Skink continued. "You're the Queen!" some of the others nodded.

"So I didn't do anything wrong?" I still wanted to know, they shook their heads. "Queen? What are you talking about?" I continued, moving on to more immediate concerns.

"Why mylady - the Queen of Pranks of course!" Neal said, getting down on one knee and bowing, sweeping an imaginary hat off of his head.

Without warning Neal suddenly toppled over as the bus jerked to a stop. From where he landed, head stuck under one of the benches, we heard a small "Ouch." Shaking his head at Neal's stupidity, Skink reached down and helped him off of the floor.

The bus doors creaked open and Kelter walked in. "Did I tell you that you could get up?" he snapped out, ironically since no one was standing.

"You will take everything off of this bus, if anything is left behind, all of you will be scrubbing the mess hall floor with your toothbrushes! Do you understand me? Good! Be at the marching field with all of your stuff in five minutes!" he shot out, leaving the bus. Frantically everybody started to gather their stuff together.

"Has anybody seen my sticks?" I heard one of the percussion players ask worriedly as I followed Wren off of the bus, carrying all of my stuff.

a/n - sorry about the shortness, there wasn't another good place to end for another six (handwritten) pages!

to ancient echos: thank you thank you thank you!!!!!!!!!! okay, i'm okay. sorry 'bout that, too much coffee. i would have updated this yesterday, but ff.n wouldn't let me log in.

to elemental pheniox: (i hope i spelled that right.) who dosn't have to review because she can call me over the phone and yell at me whenever she wants to ;). i told you i'd update soon! but i think you're going to have to yell at me 'bout 'the skyscraper' agian, seeing as how i haven't updated it in 2 1/2 mounths or so. heh heh.

to all my readers out there: i have the next chapter done and will get it up soon (hopefully), but nothing at all will be updated next week 'cause i have to go and help out with a camp-style VBS (vacation bible school), which means i won't have access to a computer for a week.

but remember; always review and Beware the Gonkey!!!!!!!