The phone gave a loud ring.

Tia Harribel look away from her vanity mirror where Apache and Sung-sun were styling her bright yellow hair. "Mel-rose, get that, please."

"Yes, my lady." Mel-rose walked over to her lady's white desk and picked up the ringing device. "Hello, this is Mel-rose, one of Queen Harribel's personal assistants, how may I help you?"

"Hello." A calm voice said from the other end, glad someone finally picked up. "This is Torshiro, Captain of the Tenth Company. May I speak with your queen?"

"Of course." Mel-rose handed the phone to Apache who handed it to Tia.

"Hello?" The Null Espada said into the mouth piece."Oh, it is you. Wonderful. I have been wanting to talk with you and I just have not gotten the chance to yet as-yes. Exactly…now I wanted to talk to you about someway that our two kingdoms could talk to one another without any destruction. Oh, I am so glad you feel the same way I do. Yes. The human world? I don't think so…The Soul Reapers might take try to ivade while we are gone and…no, no… I don't really want to come to Soul Society… I just have a bad feeling about it. You do too? Ah… that's good."

"From what I am hearing," Torshiro glared at Matsumoto who opened yet another bottle of sake. "The only way to get anything talk about would to come to Hueco Mundo…I don't like the idea, but you are right, Harribel. We are the only two sane people in the universe. Although I am sure I can talk to some of the other captains here and get them to come. Between you and I, many of us here in Soul Society are getting rather annoyed with 'All Espadas are evil'. Not that you are not lost souls who should return to the light, but I do see where we need a balance after what happened with the Quinsys ages ago. One kingdom cannot be stronger than the other and to keep the worlds in balance, I shall see what I can do to persaude some of the Captians to a peace dinner. Or so I hope."

"Don't worry." Tia told him. "Everyone here knows what I will do to them if they act out of turn. And if you find a few hollows you want to bring as a housewarming gift, please do so as Aaroniero decided to steal from the rations last night. So, today, he is getting none at all."

"Will do. I am sorry about the food situation." Torshiro knew that anyone in Soul Society who was forced to be on rations would be a pain to deal with.

"What?! Mashed potatoes again?!"

Grimmjow looked from the tray of very warm and yummy food to the Diva Soul Reaper who had been giving all of them an amazing amount of pain ever since he came. So much so, Szayel, Aaroniero Nnoitra and even Ulquiorra were no longer allowed to bring him food. "Yumichika… just eat these… this is twice as much as I get. In a day! And we all out here are starving now. Okay? Because all the normal hollows were eaten by the Menoes! And all of the Menos decided to eat one another and we are down to almost nothing to eat as all of the Adjuches ARE fracciones! And there are only six others wandering around!"

"Do you have salt?" The Soul Reaper asked, ignoring the rant.

"No. We've been through this!" Grimmjow cried, setting the plate on the small table in his room. "We are hollows. We don't have condiments!"

"Aw…" Yumichika sighed and sat down in the table chair. "But… don't you have anything to put on these?"

"Ah… Nothing a Soul Reaper could eat. Sorry, pal."

"Well, go out and get some!" Yumichika ordered, pointing to the door. "These look un-beautiful! I am not eating them."

Grimmjow turned and walked out the room before he destroyed everything in it. "Tia….Tia…TIA!"

She appeared next to him, her hair still in the middle of being styled for the day. "What is it?"

"Diva there wants beautiful Mashed Potatoes."

Tia let out a long sigh. "How do we do that?"

"No damn clue! We used the last Paper Umbrella yesterday!"

"Shame." Tia glanced into the room where the Soul Reaper was making faces at his ugly food. "But on a good note, I called Captain Kid and we are trying to piece together a nice peace talk luncheon. Of which, everyone will be on their best behavior for. And, Grimmjow, meet me in the throne room after you serve Diva here, his food."

"Will do!" Grimmjow saluted and headed back into the decent sized room to give the picky Soul Reaper his 'new and improved' mashed potatoes.

"Today." Tia said from her throne after everyone assembled and waiting for orders. "We shall be cleaning this place top to bottom. Why? And because Captain kid agreed to see about a peace-talk luncheon and so I wish for this place to be clean. Hakuna Matata, my subjects! All shall be better soon. "

"What?" Grimmjow wasn't sure if she was starting to spew gibberish or what.

"It's a wonderful phrase." Tia grouched, sitting back in her throne. If her palace was clean she would be happy and carefree for the rest of time. "That means not to have any worries."

"But why should I worry?" Grimmjow asked, still not understanding anything that was going on today.

"And why should I care?" Aaroniero added.

"Because, it's a wonderful day." Tia shot back, not wanting to argue with her subjects.

"Chim-chimmie…" Szayel muttered, not liking the way that Grimmjow was heading over to the wall of the throne room he was sure held cleaning supplies. "A sweep is as lucky…"

"But the best thing to do when given a task like this…" Grimmjow opened the closet and pulled out six various cleaning tools. From a mop to a large broom. "Is to whistle while you work."

"Oh great…" Telsa scowled as the broom was thrust into his hands. "High-ho… off to work we go…"

"But you know…" Nnoitra figured it was worth saying, "A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down."

Everyone groaned loudly only to have Tia add, "I'll make men out of you by the time you're done cleaning! Get to work, you lazy-"

Aaroniero handed her the feather duster. "Someday your prince will come…."

"Oh, shut up!" Tia wished she didn't have to clean at all, but she knew she would never get away with it. "Red, yellow, green, pink, blue, pink, grey!"

"The many colors of the wind…" Grimmjow coughed as a cloud of dust wafted into the air. "Night and day it's wash the dishes, do the mopping…"

Ulquiorra walked into the throne room and slid into the shadows as not to be noticed. "I'm just a little black rain cloud… pay no attention to little-"

"HEY!" Aaroniero screamed, stopping his mopping job so quickly, he knocked the bucket over. "Ulquiorra just came in and is not cleaning!"

Grimmjow growled and marched over to the Little Black Raincloud and shoved another mop in it's hands. "Be our guest… Put your service to the test."

"You'll bring honor to us all." Tia snickered, taking a moment to dust off Aaroniero's head. "And even you can't blow it."

"Hey, I can go the distance!" Aaroniero wasn't going to be left in the dust! He could clean just as well as everyone else here, thank you. "And I, unlike you, have a blue bird on my shoulder!"

Szayel glanced up from his sweeping and rolled his eyes. "A dream is a wish your heart makes…"

"Awe, feed the birds!"

"Meh! Supercalifraglisticexpialidocious!"

"Guys!" Ulquiorra stepped in between the two before they began hitting each other with cleaning supplies. "I'm wishing…"

Aaroniero and Szayel set their mop and brooms on the ground. "Bibbity-bobbity-booooo!"

The First Espada gave Tia a long, long stare from across the room. This whole cleaning thing really wasn't working out the way that they thought it would. She sighed and continued to dust off her throne.

Hours later all of them were sprawled on the floor of one of the many hallways of Los Noches. Cleaned out, sung out and otherwise completely tired.

"What now?" Aaroniero asked of all of them, the top of the mop now sitting on his glass domed head. Giving him a very interesting and very dirty wig. "We only got 1/6th of this place cleaned today."

"We need more songs…" Nnoitra complained, wishing that the hallways were not 5 feet wide. "Like, lots more."

"Agreed." Telsa was laying on top of the Old Married Couple who were to tired to protest. "I want… 70's music."

"Rock and roll!" Grimmjow yelled, making everybody wince, their ears were burned out by the last chorus of Minnie's Yoo-hoo. "Because it's awesome!"

"How about…" Szayel hated to say this, but everyone was over looking a wonderful kind of music. "Music called, No Music. It's an… alternative kind that really is just…"

"We aren't buying it." Tia snapped, feather duster sticking out of her shirt. "I want Diana Ross."

"EW!" Nnoitra screamed,almost making Telsa jump. "Not girly music like that shi-ow! Tia!"

"Sh-ow." Ulquiorra muttered from where he was laying a good ten feet away from the group. "It should be a new word… Like Sham-wow."

"What is Sham-wow?"

"No idea, Spoonhead. I just made it up. Now, I want Orihime back."

"It hasn't been a week yet…"

"I know, Grimmjow. But I miss her very much and all."

"Hey," Szayel began, an idea coming to mind. "If we get her back, will you take over your old job that Grimmjow is Royally Sucking at?"

"Yes."

"THEN!" Aaroniero's faces grinned. "Let's go get her!"

"Not so fast!" Tia screamed as everyone stood. "I told her, one week! Is that clear?! Anyone who leaves now will be blasted into pieces and if those pieces still move, kicked out!"

A chorus of, 'okay, fine.' 'Party-pooper.' 'And yes, Lady Tia' was heard and everyone laid back down on the floor. They just wanted to have fun! Sitting around here cleaning was like watching grass grow while Orihime figured out an escape plan all by herself.

And by the end of the day at EPCOT, she had figured out quite a scheme that was so simple, it was laughable.

Author's note: Yes. That just happened. The Espada were so bored, they began to sing Disney Songs... And Yumichika makes their lives a living hell. ("What?! Just plain water?! I want sugar around the edges of the glass!" Griimmjow sighed and went back to the kitchen.) And I don't think that Aaroniero realizes how scary Tia can be...