Disclaimer? To disclaim or not to disclaim, that is the question. But to think we own anything aside from our twisted stupid humor, then wrong you would be.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

CAST (in order of appearance) Shakespeare characters – SO:TTEOT characters

Romeo – Albel

Benvolio – Shelby

Mercutio - Cliff

ACT I, SCENE IV. The street leading to Castle Aquaria

Enter Albel, Shelby and Cliff.

Albel examined the mask. It was made to fit over his eyes. "Are you sure I could not just go as Zorro?"

Shelby put on his mask, motioning for Albel to do the same. "No, it's a masquerade, not a costume party."

"Oh shucks," Albel replied, putting his mask on. "So, do we go in and introduce our selves, or just mingle?"

"I say we go on in. We'll just see what there is to see and be gone. Let us leave them to wonder who we might be." Shelby spoke sternly to Albel. "So don't blow it!"

"Ah, but I wish to dance," Albel responded dreamily.

"Naw man, you can't dance," Cliff piped up. "That would bring too much attention to you." Cliff quietly remembered the last time he had seen Albel attempt to dance. The results were tragic.

"Ay, dance. Perhaps you would care to dance with me first, dear friend?"

Cliff cringed. "Um, that's okay. I don't dance."

Now the three stood outside the palace gates. "Come, Albel. Inside I'm sure we can find a new target for you violent tendencies." Cliff guided the trio.

"But, I'm so bound by this loss that I feel I will sink from its burden. I wish only to be merry…and I hope the snacks include chocolate cream puffs."

Cliff stopped and looked at him. "And, to sink in it, should you burden hate. Too great oppression for such a vicious thing."

"Is hate a vicious thing? I have been lost in the labyrinth of my madness. I wish to drown my sorrow with a sugar rush."

"If the loss of your hate be rough with you, then be you rough with it," Cliff spoke. "Come, beat down your brightness and come back to the dark side. Besides, I dare you to kill...if even a small animal, tonight."

"Dare? To which I dare is not to kill. Alas, I fear my ways to kill lost. I wish now to open a florist shop where flowers bloom all year long." Albel smiled wildly.

Shelby growled. "Let's just get this over with."

Albel hesitated at the entrance. "Freaky."

"What?" Shelby and Cliff asked together.

"Last night, I had a dream," Albel answered.

"Hey, so did I," Cliff said smiling.

"Well, what was yours?" Albel asked.

"That dreamers often lie."

"In being asleep, while they do dream things true."

"Yo," Shelby interrupted. "Are you saying you are afraid to go in because you had a dream? Man, you're more a wus then I thought. How you ever made captain is beyond my understanding."

Cliff took a deep breath in. "Look, man, though dreams can come as warnings; they are only symbolic of psychological processes. You must take your dreams figuratively, and let them not hinder you during wake. You can not believe your dreams to be precognitive, for they are images and nothing more. You see, sleep is merely a complex activity which is different from waking, but during dreaming it is just as active. When you dream, your brain is still active, and it sends messages around and also turns off your motor skills so that you are temporarily paralyzed to prevent actual movement…"

"ALRIGHT!" Albel nearly screamed in frustration. "You're not making any sense."

Shelby, who had covered his ears, was glad to see Cliff's mouth shut. Shelby really didn't like hanging with Cliff, but Cliff was the only one there is an actual invitation and therefore, was their only way in.

Cliff blinked at Albel. "What I'm trying to say, being gentle and nice in my way, is…Get A Life Man! Seriously, you're really starting to freak us and the readers out!"

Shelby and Albel both questioned Cliff at the same time. "Readers?"

Cliff took another deep breath. "Okay, you see…"

"SHUT IT FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT HAS EARS IN WHICH TO HEAR!"

Cliff cringed. A single tear fell down his face. "You guys don't have to be so rude." He crossed his arms and pouted.

"Anyway, it seems the time has come to feast. Should we dally around here, we shall come too late." Shelby shook his head and moved to the door.

Albel followed reluctantly. He mumbled softly to himself. Neither of his comrades paid attention to his mindless ramblings. Instead, each took an arm and led him in.

End ACT I, SCENE IV.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

CAST (in order of appearance) Shakespeare characters – SO:TTEOT characters

Capulet - Romeria Zin Emurille

Second Capulet – Adray (no relation to Romeria in this story)

Romeo – Albel

Tybalt – Fayt

Juliet – Nel

Benvolio – Shelby

Mercutio - Cliff

ACT I. SCENE V. The ballroom of Castle Aquaria

Enter Romeria Zin Emurille – by her side stands Adray

Romeria stands at the doors to the ballroom, greeting each guest as they pass through.

Enter Albel, Cliff, and Shelby – masked

Romeria, just a little tipsy, shakes hands with each of our three Airyglyphians. "Welcome, gentlemen! Please come in. Dance and be merry. There are girls in which to dance with and fun to be had by all."

The three enter, holding a sigh of relief for not being recognized by the queen.

Romeria turns to Adray. "How long is't now since last yourself and I were in a mask?"

He winked slyly at her. "My lady, ten years."

She lightly nudged him with her shoulder. "Nay, 'tis not so much! Come now and tell me true. Some five years, at most."

"'Tis more, my sweet lady," he said before kissing her hand.

She giggled like a teenager. "Come now, for if you will not be true with me then I will surely be true with you." At that she took his hand and proceeded to led him through the crowed room.

Albel glided across the floor, seeking the snack table. He was hungry and planned to eat before he danced. With in minutes, he was separated from Cliff and Shelby.

He had found the table and started to eye the pastries when a glimmer of red caught his eye. He looked up to come face to face with Nel who stood across from him.

"What are you staring at you creep!" she scowled at him.

His heart stopped. It had been a while since last he had been so boldly insulted by a stranger.

He watched as she moved to the other end of the table. Looking only at her, Albel began to talk to who ever it was beside him. "What demonstress is that, which doth darken the room?"

"Huh?" replied the who ever that was beside him.

"Oh, she doth teach the song birds the tune of the dead. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night, like a bat awaiting its prey. Her tongue is quick to slash out. Oh, I must see her in battle." Albel spoke as if in a trance.

"This, by his voice, should be an Airyglyphian! You, are you not from the other side of Arias?"

Albel finally turned to see the man beside him. "Huh? Good Fayt! Do you not know who I am?" Albel removed his mask. "How dare you speak such, and to your captain at that!"

Fayt scratched his head and gave Albel a nervous smile. "Um, you know I have family in Aquaria. They reluctantly allowed me here. But you…you should not be here. I'm obligated to tell the queen at once!"

Fayt turned to run off and find the queen, but gravity proved to be Fayt's worst enemy. As he ran past a dancing couple, a mouse ran into his path. Fearful for the mouse's well being, Fayt tried to stop too suddenly. He grabbed frantically for something to stop his plunge into the floor.

As he fell, his hands found fabric and held fast. The fabric was nothing other then the dress worn by the queen. She too fell, landing very awkwardly on Fayt.

"Why, how now, Fayt!" she yelled as Adray helped her up.

Fayt sat up and pointed. "There! An Airyglyphian, your foe does feast with us. Break out the elephants!"

Albel shook his head. "Whose side are you on anyway?"

The queen looked at Albel. "Young Albel is it?"

"Yeah," Fayt replied.

Adray whispered something into the queen's ear, causing her to blush and giggle at the same time. "Um…let him be, there's no harm here. And, if anyone searches for me, tell them that…err…I had to go check on the snow cones blooming in the garden, yeah, that's it."

The queen rushed away, followed by Adray.

Shaking his head, Fayt turned to Albel. "What?"

"When we get back to Airyglyph, you will be in charge of dry cleaning my sarong!"

"Oh man!" Fayt hung his head as he left the room.

Albel moved back to scan the table. His eyes found the end to a long treasure hunt. Before him was one, only one, chocolate cream puff. He reached his hand out, ready to caress the pastry, when his hand was slapped. He looked up to be confronted once again by Nel.

"Back away from the chocolate if you know what's good for you!" she declared.

Albel smirked. The fire in him kindled once more. "If I profane with my worthy sword, this deadly blade, will you honor me with your death?"

Nel's eyes shone with intrigue. "Good sir, you do wrong your sword too much, which salvage devotion shows in this. To back me are my daggers."

"O, then, wench, let blades do what they wish. They do but calm the lands with the sounds of screams and shades of pain."

She moved to the edge of the table. He mirrored her movement.

She smiled. "Then have my blades the sin that you will give."

His eyes locked on hers. "Sin from thy blades? O trespass violently urged! Give me my sin returned."

"You fight by the book."

Peppita popped up between the two. "Oh, there you are Nelly! Lasselle wishes a word with you."

"Lasselle?" Albel wondered aloud.

Peppita smacked her head. "Well duh! Yeah, Lasselle. Nelly here is Aquaria's top fighter. You stupid or something?"

"So, she is Aquarian. This just gets better and better." The fires of rage continued to burn even brighter in his soul.

Shelby fought his way through the crowd and to Albel's side. "Come, let us go. This place has grown dull."

Albel chuckled. "Let me guess, no one will dance with you?"

Shelby crossed his arms and refused to answer. Scanning the room, Albel noticed that Cliff had far better luck. Cliff stood surrounded by maidens who giggled and winked at him and his stories.

After pulling Cliff from his many admirers, the three left by the front gates as Nel followed Peppita through the halls.

"Hey, shorty, do you know who that was?" Nel asked.

"Oh him…that's Albel the captain of the Black Brigade in Airyglyph."

"Oh, this is just too good. A daring man and one of our foes! I must know in which shade of red his blood runs; that I must fight a loathed enemy."

"Yo, if you don't recall, our great ruler has forbidden Aquaria and Airyglyph to fight."

Nel didn't reply. She just smiled as she followed the girl.

End ACT I, SCENE V.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Hope you all enjoyed! Might not be a funny as the last two...sorry, but it still follows the script. Thanks for all the reviews.