A/N: by the way for the third chapter, I also don't own Pillsbury, or any other companies that appear in this fic. And the same don't own MIB or AF.
After even more death looks at the department store and at the hardware Artemis finally had a decent pair of clothes and two good sized boxes with holes in them. Walking back to the dark alley were Holly was waiting, Artemis wondered how they were going to shut the boxes with them inside.
"Took you long enough did they not have socks in your size?"
"They were giving me funny looks."
"Whatever lets just get the boxes and fly back to the shuttle port."
"Holly, how are we supposed to shut these with us in them?"
"Easily. First I seal you in and add the stamp. Then I add the stamp on mine and get in. After that, Foaly sends really fast, really hot, heat waves from the communicator and the wood shuts."
"Wood doesn't bind shut when exposed to heat."
"I know. That's why I have this," Holly pulled out a long strip of metal from her backpack. " You mud men really shouldn't throw stuff like this away in the forest so light-heartedly." After the explanation, Artemis seemed mostly satisfied and held on to the cable where the boxes were held on for dear life.
When they got to the shuttle port, Holly showed Artemis how to get in. Of course he had to basically walk on his knees to even somewhat blend in. After many more evil and mean looks the duo finally made it to the luggage terminal.
"Ok, Foaly we're in. Lead the way."
"First put Artemis in the box. Then after shutting it press the screen of the communicator to it gently for 3 seconds."
"You heard the man, Artemis. Get in the box."
"Are sure this is necessary? I mean we could-" but Artemis didn't get a chance to finish because Holly had already stuffed him in the box and shut the lid. After some poor excuse for hammering, swearing, and Artemis's complaining, the box was shut and labeled.
"Now Holly. Your turn."
"Fun."
"First label the box."
"Done."
"Get in." Some grumbling and swearing was heard from Holly in the background.
"Done."
"Put the slab of metal over the crack, put the communicator close to it so it can heat the metal, and prepare for one uncomfortable ride."
"Fun," mumbled Holly as she climbed in the box.