A/N- Ok, well I have a couple of big pieces of Homework to do over the weekend, so it might not be up as soon as I hoped. Thanks should to go to x17SkmBdrchiczxx who while I was reading her review, sparked off the Game idea.

Rightio then, I'm a bit tired so this may not be as funny/good as you expect, as I should really watch some game show re-runs on UKTV Gold, but ah well.

If you have any spare time, please take a glance at my other mick-taking story- The Nealan Show. Don't forget to review.

Disclaimer- is as always; if you don't know what it is, read the other chapters because I'm damn lazy.

Chapter 28: Hook, line and sinker

Recap in the castle: She decided to keep quiet after that.

Recap in the woods: "Life is all about taking risks Dom, and gambling for life is one of them…"

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"Daine!" shouted Jonathan at the top of his lungs. When she didn't appear he decided to shout again. And again. And again. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaiinnnnnnnnneeeeee…"

"Yes Jonathan? No need to shout, I'm only a foot in front of you." She peered over the ditch Jonathan had made in the floor.

"I'm hungry. You couldn't throw down a snack or two could you? I'd owe you one." All Daine could see down in the darkness was a two pairs of eyes. Which was curious since only Jonathan was down there- and his eyes weren't red…

"You could just pace a bit more, the kitchen is right below- you could just fall straight through the ceiling…"

"Brilliant. I knew Onua had hired you for a reason."

"To help you get a snack?"

"Exactly."

"O, and Jonathan?"

"Yes Daine?"

"You might want to come back up, there seems to be something down there with you…"

Jonathan looked to his right, and would have screamed if his mouth wasn't filled with a cracker he had bizarrely found in his pocket for some apparent reason. He did try and scream of course, but it just splattered bits of crumbs all over the extra set of eyes. And the body attached. Oddly enough, that seemed to make it angrier.

"Get me out Daine!" Jonathan screamed, swallowing the remnants of his cracker.

Daine scrambled about the room, struggling to find something of equal depth to the hole. "I can't find anything sir!" she shouted, trying to fit a broom handle to a chair leg. "Nothing is long enough!"

"Why didn't you tell me to stop pacing hours ago then?"

Daine rolled her eyes. "My mistake."

"I have an idea Daine; I read it once in a book somewhere."

"I didn't know you could read you highness."

"Someone read it to me. It was how this dashing Prince was able to climb up a wall or a building or a…"

"A tower?"

"That's the one! He was trying to kill… or kidnap…no it was to…"

"Rescue?"

"Right you are! An evil, queen wasn't it Daine?"

"Close enough sir; I think you're talking about Rapunzel."

"I'm sure it was called something else…"

"I'm pretty certain it was Rapunzel. My ma read it to me before…well…everything." Tears welled up in Daine's eyes.

"Are you crying?" asked Jonathan, dodging sharp teeth.

"No…I'm fine. Let's get you out of there." She wiped the stray tears away, and got to work plaiting her hair. "It's not long enough sir…"

"Can't you braid something else into it?"

"Like what?"

"The rope ladder I keep under the desk would be good."

(In the Game show)

"Roll up, roll up, think you've got what it takes to win our grand prize of the Lady Knight?"

The fellowship gathered in a circle, trying to decide who would play for Kel. No one volunteered themselves for the job.

"You should do it George, you're good at sleight of hand tricks…" whispered Alanna.

"Not with whole live people! Numair, can't you do some sort of spell potion charm thing that you mages do?"

"Unfortunately not, the game show simulation seems to have put a falter in my magic flow… Dom you're quite lucky aren't you?"

"I'll do it."

"Have you seen me lately? I nominate Alanna."

"I said that I'll do it."

"Me? Fat chance lad- I've got the worst luck…even with the Goddess…"

"I am talking aren't I? Why is no one listening?"

"Hm…well one of us has to do it," Numair said.

"I'll do it!"

"No need to shout Neal," said Dom, "We heard you the first time. I just don't think you're the right man for the job. It's nothing personal, so don't take it to heart."

"But…Kel…and…I need to do…something…"

"It's ok Neal," said Dom, "You've done enough to help find her. Just sit down; you've done your bit, you'll only slow us down."

You've done your bit; you'll only slow us down. The words echoed over and over in Neal's head. He'd only slow them down. It was true- so far he'd done nothing but whine, whinge and trip over things creating new swear words. It was all worthless. He had to show them he was worth brining along- he had to do something…but what?

Neal squeezed out of the circle of journeyers, and ran to the striped madman.

"I'll do it."

"Just sign on the dotted line…" A scroll appeared, three foot long by one foot wide; jam packed with words that only a scholar would faintly know of. He skimmed the paragraphs, one by one, but decided that there couldn't be a catch hidden within the complicated text, could there?

Dom squeezed his eyes shut, relaying the words. He slowly turned around, knowing full well that he was about to see his beloved yet unfortunately dim cousin sign his life away.

"Neal- No-o-o-o-o!" Dom surged forward, and ran, in slow motion of course, towards the deal maker. "Don't do-o-o it-t-t!"

But shock, horror, he couldn't make it quick enough. Neal signed the paper, hook, line and sinker, and before Dom could make a grab for it, it was snatched away into the demonic man's pocket.

"Ah, ah, ah," it said, waving it's accusing finger towards Dom, "Don't even think about it. Well now we've got our players, let's start the game…"

"Players? There's more than one allowed?"

"O George, you always were the quick one- but no lad, one player from each team allowed."

"That means that…"

"Yes Numair- correct, please give a warm welcome to our opposing team, also playing for our lovely grand prize- The Spidrens!"

They all simultaneously gulped in fear.