This has been going good! Special thanks to xsummerbabyx for all her awesome reviews and support! Even though it may seem like I finished this story up don't worry there will plenty more! But the thing is that tomorrow I'm leaving for Europe! Wootttt! Yes, me and LiliacSnow are gonna have an awesome time in Scotland on tour with out orchestra! I'll definitly try to write more chapters while I'm there so I can update as soon as I come home! Keep on reviewing and if you like this story you might like my new one- Holding on and Lettin Go- its more serious... well MUCH MORE serious but its getting really good so please I need some people reading that! Ok well love you lots!

But, alas yet again, Wendell did hear him and he shouted back, "Yes, it's an emergency! Apparently the Tailor is missing!"

Now, the job of the Brotherhood of the Unraveling Pants had always been from the start that they would try to find a tailor to fix their unraveled pants. That way, they could all still be friends, but they wouldn't be forever bonded to the magical spell that kept them bonded to the pants. In order to fix these magically unraveled pants, they needed a magical tailor.

There was only one magical tailor in the world, who was last seen in 2005- but he was magical which means that he could live for an extremely long time like all magical people usually do unless they die in a duel which is what magical people do. Wendell played a great part in their trying to find the tailor, known as the Tailor. He used his great amount of wealth to buy history books on legendary fabric-fixers and he even hired a team of very expensive detectives.

When that wasn't enough, Darius posed his righteous bellybutton till he had enough money to buy an actual genius that knew everything. And after they got the valuable information from this diligent soul, they used him from time to time and hung out with him at coffee shops also. His name was Cal Culus and he admitted to being the closest to with Tony which was quite odd but quite awesome at the same time.

Cal said that he knew of a Tailor that was known for great and fantastical events such as repairing the untamed button of the Sparkly and Bedazzled Sweater that only the cherubs could wear because of its vast supernatural powers. His scissors shone with the intensity of all the luminous stars of the galaxy, his threads were made of pure gold yet they weren't solid like gold is at room temperature, according to the Periodic Table of Elements, but they were magic, so there isn't a need for an explanation to its absurd chemical property. He was also known for dating and eventually marrying the Baker Fairy, but they've been separated ever since the Tailor had a scandalous affair with her secretary's dry cleaner.

When Fabio heard this and saw Henry stalking Alina, he knew that life was just a bowl of chili and that if you use mouthwash, people will like you more than they usually do. Now with the knowledge all people should know, he got up from his decrepit box and was ready to have dance off, but he couldn't feed this sudden urge because he had to help find the Tailor. So they left without Henry, because they knew he wouldn't be back for a while.

When they finally got to the old clubhouse, everyone was there-Darius, Tony, Cal, Wendell, and Fabio. It was a rule of the brotherhood that there must be five people at the meetings so Tony invited Cal Culus, but being the genius he was, he was an hour late because he was busy learning his fifteenth language, Guatemalan, while helping discover the lost city of Smaloniage. They were huddled together in a semi-circular circle, like they had been when that bolt of light lightning struck. Tony was smoking a feather, Darius was grooming his bellybutton, Wendell was meditating, Fabio was shoveling loads of pork grinds down his mouth, and Cal Culus was trying to get everyone to start the meeting, After much thought, Fabio brought up the idea of having a dance off so their brains could work better. So they did and Darius won because he was so incredibly gorgeous. Now there was a problem- Cal had gotten a letter saying that the Tailor was dead but could be brought back to life in they all took off their unraveling pants and did a ritual. See, the ritual had to be perfect- they had to make a feast of fabrics, then they had to feast on the feast, after that they had to slowly peel off their pants, after the peeling portion of the ritual, they all are required to consume a vat of pore-diminishing lotion. Then the problem would be solved. But no one wanted to remove their pants except for Darius because he is known for doing thousands of squats daily. So to get all the brothers' confidences up Darius decided to become their trainer.

Everyday he'd make them wake up extra early in the morning and he'd spoon cod liver oil and carbonated flaxseed milkshakes into their mouths to give them extra energy. Then he made them run for an hour on the treadmill, do 550 pushups, 300 sit ups, and 600 squats. They did these workouts six days a week for three months and after they were very fit and looked great. Although, going by the laws of the world, Cal lost some of his brain in the process because that's what looking good does to your brain sometimes when you are as diligent as Cal was. But no one care about him except for Tony who decided to go bungee jumping off the Grand Canyon without a bungee, which turned out to be pretty stupid.

So, they were all buff and confident and the only thing was that they had to practice consuming pore-diminishing lotion. There were many flavors such as peach, cherry, mango, and wood- the best seller. Everyday they each ate a vat of crème and practiced talking to girls because most of them were dateless after the ritual except for the attractive Darius.

Soon had come the day when the stars alignment was perfect for eating lots of cheese which is in the family of rituals so it worked out extremely nicely, almost too nicely… but they did it anyway and lived happily ever after until something happened- which is what I'm saving the second book for.

The End

Or is it... (it isn't)