Disclaimer: I do not own The Mr. Men Show or any of its characters, but I do own Emily/Little Miss Music.


When Emily didn't respond for a while, the best friends exchanged a look before turning back to her. "Are you okay, Miss. Music?" the small Mr. Man asked her, the concern clear in his voice.

Praying to God to give her strength, the former human forced herself to put on a cheerful smile. She pushed the voice in her head to the back of her mind, desperately trying not to give into panic. She took a deep breath and let it out again to calm herself. Then she said," Yes, fine." She glanced at the Little Miss beside her as she added to the Mr. Men," Excuse us for a moment."

Before they could reply, Emily started pushing Little Miss Calamity away from the friends, stopping once they were a good distance from them. But she kept looking over her shoulder at them, aware that if they wanted to, they could use their listening device again to listen in on their conversation.

"What do we do?" Emily blurted out, turning frantically to Little Miss Calamity. "They heard everything we said about Senpai!"

The Little Miss blinked at her in confusion. "Senpai?" she echoed slowly as she spoke the foreign word.

"Um… sorry," the former human stammered, embarrassment washing over her. Of course she wouldn't know that word!

The voice mocked her. Nice job, idiot.

God, help me!

"I mean, Mr. Grumpy. They heard everything we said about Mr. Grumpy."

"Why did you call him… um…" She paused for a moment. "That… word, instead of his name?"

Emily shifted her feet. "I guess it makes sense that you wouldn't know that term. Now that I think about it, I guess this world wouldn't have anime. Anime are Japanese cartoons," she explained when Little Miss Calamity looked even more puzzled. "Some characters in anime have a Senpai who they look up to and admire, and usually the Senpai's someone older who has more experience than the person who calls them Senpai."

"So, you admire Mr. Grumpy?" Surprise flashed in the orange Little Miss's eyes.

Emily nodded. "What's not to admire? He can handle himself in any situation. To be honest, I'm not much of a people person either, but unlike me, he knows how to stand up to others and he's not afraid to speak his mind. I wish I had his confidence… I can't even look at him without having a panic attack!" As she finished talking, she let out a heavy sigh and lowered her gaze to the ground. Each time she felt unsure about herself, the voice grew louder and right now she could hardly hear herself think over it.

Little Miss Calamity placed her hand on her shoulder, and she turned back to her. "You have more confidence than you realize," she said.

Emily didn't understand. "What do you mean?"

Pulling away from her, the accident-prone Little Miss pointed to the Mr. Men who still stood where they had left them. Emily noticed that they were staring at the Little Misses as they whispered to each other, probably trying to guess what the girls were saying.

"You stood up to them when we caught them eavesdropping," Little Miss Calamity reminded her. "You told them to come to you if they have any questions instead of going behind your back to find the answers themselves. You spoke your mind and told them that you don't like people snooping in your business. You already have confidence; you just have to believe in yourself."

"I guess." Emily wasn't convinced, but right now they had more important things to worry about than how confident she felt. "Never mind that," she went on before Little Miss Calamity could respond. "What are we going to tell them? They heard what we said about Mr. Grumpy!"

Little Miss Calamity thought for a moment before shrugging. "The truth I guess," she decided. "We shouldn't lie to them again."

Emily reluctantly nodded, pushing the voice to the back of her mind as she followed Little Miss Calamity back to the Mr. Men. They looked at Emily and the Little Miss with a mix of confusion and curiosity, patiently waiting for them to finally answer their question. But as if he thought they had forgotten, Mr. Nosy asked again.

"How do you know Mr. Grumpy?"

After a quick glance at Little Miss Calamity, Emily told her story for the second time since the portal opened up. She explained that she really wasn't a Little Miss or even from this world. She told them that she had been in her bedroom the night before, and suddenly there was this flash of light in her closet. She hesitated to tell them that they were cartoons in her world, but Little Miss Calamity nodded as if she could read her mind. As she spilled everything, the Mr. Men stared at her, shock silencing them, but when she said that they were not real where she was from, they gasped and glanced at Little Miss Calamity as if wanting her to confirm it.

The orange Little Miss nodded. "It's true. I didn't believe her at first either, but then she said my name and I didn't even tell her what it was."

Suddenly Mr. Nosy got way too close for comfort, and Emily backed up a little, just barely stopping herself from pushing him away. "What's your world like?" he asked her.

"Well, I guess it's pretty much like this one." Emily gestured around them. "There's towns and cities, shops, and houses. We have neighbors and friends, and some people work. But in my world, we're humans, not Mr. Men and Little Misses."

"Sounds interesting!" Mr. Nosy's eyes shone as he seemed to go off into a daydream as if imagining Emily's world.

"Wait, before you get too excited, Nose," the small Mr. Man said to his best friend, and they all turned to him. He looked up at Emily. "I don't want to call you a liar or anything, but how can we be sure that what you say is true?"

Little Miss Calamity opened her mouth, but before she could get a word out, Mr. Small added to her," I know you backed her story up, but you have to understand that without proof all this just sounds like nonsense."

"Mr. Small, you have to believe me." Emily frowned down at him. "I wouldn't lie about who I am."

"But you already did," he pointed out calmly. "You told us your name was Miss. Music."

Emily cursed herself in her head, and the voice sneered a nasty remark at her.

Good luck earning his trust now, useless girl.

How was she supposed to prove that now she was telling them the truth?

God, give me an answer!

"I don't know, Mr. Small." The light green Mr. Man turned thoughtfully to his best friend. "She just called you by your name, and we never told her what they were. And she does seem to know Mr. Grumpy."

"Stuff that Miss. Calamity could have told her." Mr. Small frowned deeply. "I'm sorry— Er, whatever your name is." He was talking to Emily. "I want to believe you, but I'm not sure that I do. You say we are from a cartoon in your world, so tell us something that only we would know but that you would also know from the show."

Why's he making this so difficult? the former human thought. On the show, he seemed so willing to trust everyone and open to making new friends. But now he seemed guarded. Well, I did lie to them, she told herself.

You were the same way when you first met your husband, the voice reminded her nastly. You didn't know if you wanted to be in a relationship with him because you had trust issues yourself.

But I decided to give him a chance, she told the voice. He was my first boyfriend and the only person other than Nikki that I let get close to me.

Yeah and look what happened, the voice growled in her head, and the memory of her husband betraying her flashed behind her eyes. She fought back tears as she remembered how he left her alone to suffer and wish she had never met him.

She could relate to what Mr. Small was probably feeling right now. She regretted lying to them, but still, she couldn't go around spreading the news that she wasn't from this world. She was only in this situation right now because the best friends had eavesdropped on their conversation about Mr. Grumpy. If they hadn't done that, she would still be pretending to be Little Miss Music.

Oh God, what do I do? she thought desperately.

Suddenly she realized that the Mr. Men were staring at her, waiting for her to say something. Mr. Nosy looked confused and slightly worried, while Mr. Small shook his head slowly.

"Um…" Emily wasn't sure what to say.

"I knew it." The small Mr. Man sounded apologetic.

Alarm shot through her. "Wait, no!" She quickly thought of something, going through every scene they had on the show until one stuck out. "You remember that night you were delivering mail to Mr. Scatterbrain and you found him missing?" she asked them, and the friends nodded, both looking interested now.

"It was also the first time you met his pet elephant," she added, wanting to put in as much detail as she could. "Anyways, you, Mr. Nosy—" She pointed at him—" ate the pizza dogs he had set out to cool off. When he mentioned them later, after Penelope came to rescue you all from the basement, Mr. Nosy said 'Let's pretend she ate the pizza dogs and not me', talking about the elephant, and Mr. Small, you said 'Your secret is safe with me, Nose. Safe with me'."

By the time she was finished, their eyes were huge and their mouths dropped open in shock. Then Mr. Small glanced away. "I'm sorry I doubted you," he murmured.

"It's okay," Emily said. "I understand. The story is kinda farfetched."

"So," Mr. Nosy broke the silence after several moments," what are you doing here? Do you know why the portal opened up and brought you here?"

Emily shrugged. "I've no idea. I was in my room and right after I wished all of this and all of you were real a light appeared in my closet. And when I went to go see what had happened, I found myself in this world as Miss. Music." She really liked saying her Little Miss name that she had made up on the spot— it seemed to drown out the voice in her head every time she said it, too.

Mr. Small turned back to her. "You were wishing Dillydale and all of us were real? Why?" he asked after she nodded.

Emily stared at him, then glanced at Mr. Nosy and Little Miss Calamity. They were all waiting to hear what she would say. I have to tell them, she realized. She only hoped that she wouldn't break down into tears when she confessed why she would rather be here in Dillydale than her own world.


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