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Thanks to all my reviewers! Cookies for all! (hands out Bean shaped cookies)

Blue Mage Quartet- Yes, poor Bean. Let's take a moment to pity him. (pauses) Okay, moment over.

Disclaimer: I only own Natalie, Bobbie, Eliah, and the guests. The idiotic three are owned by Sega. (Be glad I don't own them... Bwahaha!)

Sorry, but Nack doesn't appear very much in this chapter. He's sleeping.

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Late that night...

The power came back on sometime around eleven at night. The only reason Bark knew this was because he was abruptly awoken by Bean's shout of glee from the living room. The polar bear tried ignoring it as he shifted positions on the feather soft mattress and dozed off once more, but Bean was not done yet.

Bark winced as he heard his door creak open and the sound of Bean walking towards his bed. "Psst, Bark!"

Bark rolled over onto his back and sat up. He yawned and rubbed sleep from his eyes. "What?" He asked, even though he already knew what Bean was going to say.

"The power's back on!" The enthusiastic duck yelled.

"Shh!" Bark hushed him. "You might wake up Nack."

"Oh."

Bark fell back onto the bed. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight Bean." The polar shut his eyes and settled back into sleep as Bean padded out of the room and back to the TV. The relative peace that had been disturbed by Bean now began to return as Bark drifted deeper into sleep...

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Two hours later...

"Bark..." Somewhere in the fog of sleep, the polar bear heard a voice whispering in his ear, "it's important..."

Go away. Bark thought from somewhere in his fogged mind, but the voice persisted. "Bark," it intoned" wake up..."

Bark was now fully awake. He knew that voice. Who else would wake him up in the middle of the night to tell him something unimportant? "What do you want, Bean?" Bark mumbled without opening his eyes.

"I've seen an omen." The green duck was louder now that he had succeeded in waking Bark. "Don't you want to see it?"

"That's okay," Bark said, yawning, "I'll wait for it to come out on DVD."

Bean laughed. Bark inwardly groaned. "Come on, Bark. It's not everyday that you get to see an omen.

Bark was going to point out that it was, in fact, not night but day, but he knew that would just make Bean laugh more and run the risk of waking up Nack, which Bark definitely did not want to do. But it was a little too late for that. For the third time that night, Bark's door squeaked open, but unlike the last two times, it was not Bean who walked in, but a very pissed Nack. "What in the hell is going on! It's almost one in the morning." The weasel snapped.

"Bean thinks he saw an omen." Bark yawned, climbing out of bed.

"A what?"

"An omen. It's a sign that something terrible is going to happen." Bark explained to the sleepy weasel.

"I've seen signs like that before," Nack said, his voice dripping with sarcasm," 'SHUT UP' Don't you hate that one? What about this sign, Bean, 'I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!' " The weasel yelled into the duck's face.

"Are you being sarcastic?" Bean asked, stupidly.

Bark pretended to ignore the two of them. "Come on, Bean. Show us this omen."

"And it better be good..." Nack added threatening as the three of them stepped out of Bark and Bean's bedroom and into the living room. Bean pointed to the TV. It had been paused on some commercial. Yes, they had the fancy kind of TV that allowed you to pause, rewind, and record. Bark and Nack flopped down on the couch.

"Alright Bean..." Bark mumbled, "let's see this omen of yours."

Bean hit the play button, and Bark and Nack found themselves watching a commercial about grass. "Tired of mowing your grass every single weekend?" The guy on the TV said, "No need to anymore!"

"Bean, what the hell is this?" Nack demanded.

"Keep watching!" Bean said, taking a seat next to Bark.

"Introducing new emo grass! It cuts itself!" The advertising guy announced. Nack ripped the remote out of Bean's hands and clicked the power button.

The weasel glared at the duck for what seemed like an eternity. "You woke me up at one in the morning to show me a commercial about emotionally unstable grass!" He screamed at the duck.

Bean was totally unfazed by Nack's shouting. "Yeah! It's telling us that we need to buy some for our garden or else something bad will happen why we mow the lawn!"

Nack exercised his vocabulary as he lunged at the duck and wrapped his hands around his scrawny neck. "I hate you so much, you pathetic excuse for a living being!" He screeched. Bean wriggled free from the weasel's grip. Enraged, Nack stormed off to his room, muttering a colorful assortment of curses.

"Bean, I hoped you learned an important lesson." Bark said, in usual monotone.

"Yeah, I did." Bean said. "As nasty as Nack is during the day, he's even nastier at one in the morning!"

Bark groaned and walked into the bedroom, followed closely by Bean. The polar bear flopped down on the bed and wriggled under the sheets while Bean sat down in the chair. Suddenly, the duck became alert. "Did you hear that?" He asked.

Bark sat up in the bed and listened closely. Sure enough, he could hear somebody moving around outside. The polar bear wandered over to the window and peered down into the courtyard. Normally, the courtyard was full of the vibrant colors of blooming flowers and healthy grass, but at night, the plants seemed an eerie shade of white, and the lights from the lamp posts cast mysterious shadows across the walls.

Bean had joined Bark at the window. "Look," he said, pointing a figure that was moving swiftly across the lawn.

Bark squinted at the shadowy outline. "Is that...Eliah?" Bark asked.

"Yeah, it looks like her." Bean confirmed. "But why is she carrying a shovel?"

"I don't know," Bark said, watching the coyote vanish into the building, "but I do know that she was breaking one of Natalie's rules by digging around in the courtyard."

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Dun, dun, dun! Yes, there was a reason that I did that whole grass omen thing. You'll see why later though... Please review!