here it is, the next chapter. sorry it may not meet your expectations, but i didnt have as much steam as last time. the next one should be infinitely better :). PS. i dont own anything or anyone :)

Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy found some meaningless and degrading chores for our Cameron to do, including preparations for the Big Royal Ball that night. Cameron approached the Big Royal Couch, where Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy sat waiting for her beauty treatment.

"Oh God, it's going to be like giving Shrek a makeover" She mumbled under her breath loud enough so that we could hear her, but Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy couldn't. It's just as well, too, coz the oppressed servant girls need some humour in their lives, or they will dissolve into a pile of rags, soapy knees and meek expressions, and they will lose ratings.

Cameron put on her most bland expression, and pulled out the hedge-trimmers she stole from Maintenance. Trying not to grimace, she pulled up a leg of Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy's Big Royal Sweatpants and started trimming.

Three hours later when she had finished Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy's legs, armpits, bikini line and ears, Cameron was piling cucumbers onto Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy's Big Royal Eyes to try and refresh them.

They had been pretending that it was working for ten minutes when Foreman popped out of the extremely large pile of black hair clippings.

"Your Royal Highness, it is almost time to make an entrance. Here I have your ball gown and make-up, which is designed to make you even more alluring and attractive, whilst simultaneously maintaining your villainous snarl and monobrow."

Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy nodded. "Very well." She said royally. "That is all, Cameron. You may leave my sight. And no, you cannot come to the ball tonight. There, I said it. Now leave."

Cameron, assuming that meant she had to leave without further argument, ran from the room in tears and leapt on her bed in the supply closet. Actually, it took more effort than that. She had to start the tears, run to the Big Royal Doors, open them, run through them, close them, run to her floor, open the door to her supply closet, run through it, close it, straighten out the blankets on her bed so they didn't bunch up under her stomach and make her uncomfortable when she was crying, and THEN leap on her bed. But then she would be puffed out, and an uncomfortable Cameron is better than a puffed out Cameron, so… whatever.

She sobbed and reached for the picture of Sir Gregory that she was suddenly aware of. Taking it from its usual place on her shelf, she gazed at it. How she loved those blue, blue eyes, and his white, white teeth, and that scruffy, scruffy stubble.

She was just about to break into song when a bucket fell on her head. Instead, she sighed.

"Oh Sir Gregory how I love you and how I wish I could go to the ball tonight…" she waited, and waited. Crickets chirped. So she tried again.

"OH SIR GREGORY HOW I LOVE YOU AND HOW I WISH I COULD GO TO THE BALL TONIGHT" she screamed.

With a tiny 'pop' the supply closet expanded, and someone with a mop of blonde hair in a sky blue tutu appeared.

"Yes, it is I, your Fairy Godmother, here to…" Chase screwed up his eyes, straining to remember his lines. He whipped out a sparkly palm card.

"… Save you." He grinned and flicked his hair back sexily.

Cameron coughed in an attempt to stop the gag that was rising in her throat. Her Fairy Godmother continued to grin in what he thought was a seductive manner, but really Cameron's eyes were watering with the effort of keeping a straight face.

"Well... Whaddya think? Don't you just love the tutu? It really brings out my eyes" He did a pirouette and fluttered his eyelashes, and Cameron, unable to hold it any longer, let out a huge snort of laughter, spraying spittle and boogers everywhere. Not a good look. Chase jumped back in repulsion, and wiped his face.

After ten minutes of silence and sniffling, a light bulb flickered to life over Chase's head. "Oh yeah, I forgot." He whipped out another sparkly palm card.

"Um… yadda yadda, damsel in distress, yadda yadda, oh, ok." He threw it away and shifted into a defensive stance. "Alrighty, it says I have to grant you your wish, and let you go to the ball tonight, then you will say that you have nothing to wear, then I will pull out my wand…" he reached behind him and produced a wand. Cameron's stomach turned. She could only imagine where he pulled it from. Chase seemed to realise what she was thinking, and blushed. He turned his back to her, revealing a small pocket.

"There's… pocket… um, yeah… anyway, it says I'm supposed to, um, magic you up a dress or something." He stared at the wand as if it was going to bite him.

Suddenly Cameron feared for her life.

next chapter coming soon! please, review! believe me, it will get better... and a 'loud, angry giant threatening violence' will make an appearance, too. otherwise it would be boring, and i would run out of funny ideas. :)