I'm baaaaAAAAaaack! Tada! This chapter took so long. But that is also because of its length matched with my writers block and ultra lazy behavior! So anyway, first I need to do a few shout outs.

1: Rainlily216! YOUR PRINCE MAKES HIS FIRST APPEARANCE! I really do hope that I wrote him well! I made sure to include his shoes! No worries!

2: I got a TON of help getting rid of my block and writing this chapter from PirateWizardThief. So thanks soooo freaking much!

3: FanFiction! OMG! The amount of changes that have been made are incredible. What I love most of all is when you submit a review and fanfiction says "The author would like to thank you for your continued support" it just makes me feel so appreciated! FANFICTION HAS GAINED MANNERS!

Anyway, I'm going to quickly do some review responses and then ONTO THE NEXT CHAPTER!

Oh, and real quick. I deleted the contest chapter. SO I reallly hope that you can review! You know how it sometimes doesnt let you review a chapter twice (even if it's different). So, we'll see!

TCFactory: Thanks so much for the compliments. I love doing it all on my own, but sometimes its so much fun to accept other peoples ideas. That way its like every person can have a part in the story that they read. I know I've read many a story where I would have loved to have added something in. I swear though that a lot of it is mine! Thanks again and keep reading!

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MysteryGirl7Freak: Angry mobs should exist! It would be soooo much to handle. I honestly don't think I'd do well with talking tigers and snakes and mice. That's just me though. And yes, she will be going to the club very very soon! I think that she might be acquaintances with Mulan, Lilo will be in it, but not as a friend, and Mushu and her… I haven't figured that one out yet! Keep reading! I'll try to include your character soon!

Silver: Yeah, I've seen them all. Shiver shiver shiver. But I don't remember any of them. Yaaay! You are very lucky to have never seen HoND2. VERY LUCKY. The funny thing about that movie is that there are only, like, seven people in Paris, where as in the first there was actually a population. Because, you know, its France! Mozenrath? I don't know who that is! LOL. And while not all princesses are motherless they all lack the support of one or more parents. Keep reviewing! And please explain Mozenrath! IDK who it is!

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Jafar: I don't like this person.

Lillie: O shut up, Jafar. You deserve it. (Under breath) Perve

Jafar: WHAT!

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ONTO THE CHAPTER!

"Look, it isn't all that hard to understand!"

Lillie stood in front of Mickey's desk the next morning. She had woken up at four just to get there and be sitting on the steps stubbornly as he arrived. Seeing as she was the only one there, he had no choice but to invite her into his office and listen to her pleas.

"All I want is a pass to the library. That's it!" Lillie had been infuriated when, upon looking through brochures her boss had given her, the only library that resided in Disney was not open to the public. The fact that it was the only library mixed with the fact that it was a library astounded her. Shouldn't they have had at least one public center for books. But, as Mickey explained, it was a Royal library, and therefore was reserved for people who had earned such a title.

"I'm sorry Miss Ayman, but that is a very big favor. I can't simply give away passes to the royal library."

"Really?" She crossed her arms and glared at him. "You cant give away passes to a library but you can freely give away the highest positions of jobs with a simple flick of your magnificent wrist? That's confusing."

She swore she saw Mickey blush at that. "I can't do it, Miss Ayman. There are rules."

"Aren't you the one that makes the rules?"

He paused and then shook his head. "It's not as simple as that." He began to organize and reorganize pens that lay on his desk; a nervous habit, she concluded. "There are others who wont be as welcoming to the idea as I am-"

"-this is welcoming?"

He ignored her. "-and others who would strongly disagree to the notion of allowing one so… new… into that facility. Especially since your ahem title is, well, nonexistent."

"So… what your ultimately saying is that since I don't have a fancy title I cant take out a library book?"

"That's the jist of it."

Lillie maid a noise that was both offended and amazed and then took a deep breath. "Mr. Mouse," her voice was calm but rang with something sinister, "do you recall why I'm really here?"

He nodded. "To study our villains, as well as our hero's, to talk about society in the real world, and what not."

"Yeah, that's about right. And you do know that it's an article that I'm writing? Right?"

"Yes… I know…"

"And you also know," she placed both palms on his desk, leaning forward, "that in an article I can include anything about Disney, be it good or bad, and it would be read by all of the United States. Right?"

Mickey blanched. "Miss Ayman," his voice shook, "I do not respond to threats."

She smiled and leaned closer. "Good. Because that wasn't a threat." Her smile widened even further as she rested her palms on his desk. "It was a promise."

About thirty seconds later Lillie left the building with a pass in her hand, a smile on her face and a skip in her step, all the while the main mouse sat frozen at his desk.

Mickey could only sit in his chair and stare at the door. Well, this was turning out to be a great day. And as he looked as his clock he saw that it was only 6:45. Yup, the day was starting out great. He rubbed his forehead. Now what, was all he could think.

Then he had an idea.

It wasn't the kind of idea that was formed by meticulous planning, either. It was the kind of plan one makes when one looks at a word and says, "hey! I got a great idea!" He had simply looked at his desk and had seen a snowglobe given to him on his last birthday. Inside of it was the castle that was the trademark of all Disney things and around it was every princess Disney had.

He reached for the phone in seconds and had dialed even faster. There were only three rings when a very proper voice had answered.

"Yes?"

"Reginald?" Mickey grabbed his clipboard, finding the name. "Prince Reginald Fitzgerald the Fourth?"

"This is he? And this is Mickey, I presume." No one else had his voice.

"Yes. It's me. I have your first assignment."

"She's going to the library today." Facilier leaned idly on his cane. "We know that much. So all we've gotta do is find out what she's doin' there."

"And that's what Iago is going to be doing." Jafar turned to the bird on his shoulder. "Isn't that right?"

"Yeah. This'll be a piece of cake! Don't worry about anything! I'm already there, ready as ever. 'Fact, I was born ready!"

"Silence, Iago." Jafar snapped at him, turning to Hades. "And then what?"

"We get Faci over there to do his shtick."

"They're cards." Facilier intoned dryly.

"Whatever. Anyway, you'll do your stuff. What we have to do is really get into her head. Really search around and find out what we're up against. That's easy enough."

"Says you." Captain Hook leaned forward. "She's a tough one."

Hades actually snorted. "Yeah. I can name about ten people off the top of my head right now who were 'tough ones' and at some point or another they crumbled. They all crumble. It's a princess thing."

"Really." Hook challenged.

"Cinderella," Hades began ticking off fingers, "Snow White, Belle-"

"Oh, that proves absolutely nothi-"

"Sleeping Beauty," Hades continued, "Jasmine, Ariel, I'm sorry, do you even want me to go on?"

Hook, who had been rubbing his temples, just shook his head. "No. You've made your point, thank you very much."

"Good. So, Facilier. Ready to make her crack like an egg?"

Facilier flicked his wrist, grasping at a card that popped out of thin air. He checked it and smiled. "Well, it says here that's a yes. So I guess she's in for a little surprise."

Lillie had found the library easily enough. It was the only one in the entire Disney Universe. Not to mention it was huge, it's large mass settled comfortably in between a coffee shop and an old antique store, both bowing down to its magnificent size. As she approached the front doors after climbing up the thirty-third step (she had counted) she read the small sign located next to the door.

PRIVATE

Lillie snorted, rolling her eyes. She was beginning to feel out of her league in this town. It seemed like she was one of the very few in a crowd of hundreds who didn't have a title. She was surrounded by royalty, gods, and the occasional captain or general, all of whom got special privileges. She was just Miss Ayman. The only special privilege she got was a small workroom surrounded by people who stared at her like they were planning her death. Whoopee.

As soon as she opened the door the cool library air mixed with the smell of books and coffee made her sigh, and all previous tension ebbed away. She breathed in deeply. She loved that smell.

The inside of the library wasn't too shabby either. Actually it was rather regal. Large pillars graced the marble floors. The walls were lined with gold that shone in the light of the fake candles. The ceiling itself was artwork, something off of the sixteenth chapel, with angels and clouds and blue sky's. She was so busy looking up that she failed to hear the woman at the front desk the first time. But after the woman had cleared her throat a few times Lillie's head snapped back to earth.

"Huh?"

"I said, do you need any help." The woman was beautiful. Milk chocolate hair, creamy skin, long eyelashes surrounding calm brown eyes and a delicate figure. She smiled her perfect smile at Lillie and adjusted her white blouse, which was layered with some sort of blue apron, dress, thing.

"Um… yes. Actually."

"Are you a princess?"

Lillie laughed, snorting, and startling the woman. "Oh God no! No, no, I'm just here for work."

"Ah. Well you do know that this library is reserved for princesses."

"Yeah! I mean, yes." Lillie walked quickly forward, grabbing the paper from her pocket. "Here. This is from Mickey. He gave me permission."

The woman accepted the paper, looking it over for a little longer than necessary. "Yes. So it does." She handed it back. "I'm Belle, by the way. And you are new here. Correct?"

"Mmhmm. Just got in about four days ago."

"Right, and no prince yet?"

Lillie cocked her head, completely confused. "Pardon?"

Belle looked ready to respond but a woman hurried up to the desk, interrupting whatever she was about to say. "Miss Belle! I cant find where this goes! I read the side label just like you said and- oh! Whose that?"

Like Belle the woman was delicate and beautiful. Soft blond waves framed her face and showed off her shockingly blue eyes. She wore a simple light blue dress that almost reached her ankles and swished happily around her.

Lillie, though, could care less about the woman's looks and scowled. "That? That can speak for itself, thanks."

The woman looked taken aback but Belle stepped in. "She's new, Cindy."

Cindy nodded. Turning to Lillie she smiled. "I'm Cinderella. And you are…" Lillie didn't miss the way she gave her the ol' up down, assessing everything from her paint stained jeans with a few stray holes around the ankles to her white v-neck and then back down to her converse. "…Lillie…"

Lillie smiled, staring daggers at the woman. "Yes."

Cinderella nodded. "Yes, well, if you need anything all you have to do is-"

"Actually, I do need something."

Cinderella didn't look too pleased at that, but the smile stayed firmly set. "Oh. Ok, what would that be?"

"I'm looking for a book about villains."

If someone could have turned sound off with a simple flip of a switch it would have been at that exact moment. The library had been filled with the gentle hushed murmurings a few seconds ago, but at the sound of the word villains it all just stopped, and Lillie found herself the subject of many pairs of eyes.

"What? Did I say something?"

Cinderella hesitated. "We… we don't usually ask about them… in here. Or anywhere for that matter."

"Well I am." Lillie tried her best to ignore everyone looking at her, not even bothering to lower her voice. Let them look. There was nothing to see. "And you asked for my help and this is what I need. So are you going to show me or not." When Cinderella didn't answer Lillie began to walk past her. "Fine. I'll find it by myself then."

"Wait." Lillie paused, smiling secretly. One point for the title-less newbie, zero for the princess. "It's in the back sections. There's a few volumes on the top. Just keep walking back and when you've reached the carpet you'll know that you're there."

Lillie nodded once and then began to walk again, pausing only to glare at a few of the patrons. "The hell are you looking at?"

No one even bothered to look at her after that.

Iago soared past buildings, flapping his wings every so often to keep himself going, but otherwise allowing the wind to propel him forward. He kept his eye on the ground, looking for one specific building. It was big enough not to miss, and when he did see it from the clouds he swooped down and circled its exterior, looking for some sort of entrance. A window cracked open in the back seemed to be a good option.

He fluttered down and curled his talons around the stoop. This was easy enough. All he had to do was watch and wait. Iago leaned forward, waiting to attack.

The smell of old paper and fraying bindings was slowly sending her into a calmer state. She sighed happily as she walked through the isles of tight shelves, running her fingers lazily across the spines of great authors. A thin line formed where she had wiped away the dust, collected after years of sitting in reserve. She brushed her fingers off onto her already paint stained pants, not caring of a little dust was added.

It was strange that all these books had been stored so far back. Just Like Cinderella had said all she had to do was look out for a carpet. But it wasn't quite what she imagined. The library was huge and it was a five minute walk all the way to the back and when she did reach it it had startled her. The carpet was stained and the walls were chipping. The grand ceiling had stopped about three minutes ago, and now above her head was a regular ceiling with long fluorescent lights that flickered eerily.

As she had checked the titles she had found some of her favorites titles and authors. Charles Dickens, Pride and Prejudice, The Great Gatsby, To Kill a Mockingbird. All of them covered in dust and wearing away. She slid Mockingbird from it's place and flipped through the pages. They obviously hadn't been touched in years; the pages were yellow and crisp.

Thinking for another moment she stuffed the book under her arm. She'd take it with her and catch up on some reading until she could find a bookstore around.

She turned her eyes from the middle of the shelf to the top. Then she spotted it.

Villains of Disney: The Complete Collection

She smirked happily. That would be a start. At least with the book she could get some information without asking, saving her time and more importantly, her energy. She stood on her toes and reached up, then growled. Damn my height was all that ran through her head. The shelf stood at about seven feet, leaving her two feet off, give or take an inch.

She stretched out her torso, squeezing her eyes shut and reaching until she felt like rubber, only to clear about two more inches. She sighed, wondering if there was a stool nearby or if she'd have to start climbing shelves.

A sound much like flapping wings interrupted her thoughts.

"You know, you look pretty weird standing like that."

Her arm retracted and she spun around. Her eyes were drawn in a second to the colorful parrot, now standing in the middle of the bookshelf behind her. She glared. "Well excuse my height deficiency," she spat, "but when books are up higher than you than usually reaching is necessary."

"Hey, no need to snap. Geez."

She snorted, then turned back to the problem at hand, reaching up once more to estimate how much she'd have to expand.

"You know, there are easier ways to do that."

She let out a heavy breath hearing his gravely voice again, but tried her best to ignore it.

"Oh sure, give the bird the cold shoulder, great idea. What comes next, hmm? Swat the bird across the room?"

"Not a bad idea…" she mused quietly, turning once again to face him. "So if I were you I'd bug off, Polly."

"Hey!" His wings expanded and he glided off the shelf, stopping to hover in front of her face. Her bangs quivered from the wind blown off his wings. "No one calls me Polly!"

"Well, you haven't given me anything else to call you." She remembered saying or hearing his name once or twice. But she'd never been great with names.

She turned away, trying to once again ignore him, and began considering climbing up the tall shelf to reach the top one. A weight on her shoulder appeared on her right shoulder and she paused, then winced as sharp claws dug through the fabric of her blouse. It didn't hurt much, but it was uncomfortable feeling the talons prick at her delicate skin. She almost shivered, suddenly understanding why the Arabian man's shoulder pads were essential.

She tried to keep her eyes ahead of her, tried not to notice the bird clinging onto her shoulder. But it became very hard when a wing popped up in front of her face. It took her a moment to register the gesture, but after she had she took the feathered appendage in her own non-feathered one and shook it in an awkward handshake.

"Names Iago," the bird fluttered off her shoulder, to her relief, and landed on one of the shelves facing her. "And you're Lillie."

"Yeah. We've already discussed that my names boring."

"Because it is."

Deep breaths, Lillie, deep deeeep breaths. "Yes. Well… nice seeing you again. Now scram."

The bird quirked an eyebrow, though how birds had eyebrows she'd never know, and continued to talk anyway. "So what are you doin' here anyway? You're not allowed in the library."

She held up the slip, now attempting to jump for the book.

"You got an official signature! Wow! You must be really persuasive. What'd you do? Offer him cheese."

"No, I just… ugh… reasoned with… mph… him." She had to pause to jump.

"How!"

"None of your business. Is there a ladder around here?"

"No. So what are you doin' here?"

"Getting a book."

"Which one?"

She was about to hesitate, but as he watched it was as if a little warning light went off over her head and she stopped. "Just a book."

He leered at her. "Ok… well if you tell me I'll get it for you."

"Why do you even want to know so badly."

He shrugged his wings. "Oh, no real reason. Just information."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What kind of information."

"Information information. That's what kind. Now, what book!"

Lillie sighed and finally pointed to the thick volume. Iago stared at it. It was his turn to look at her suspiciously. "What do you want that for, Lillie."

She stuck her nose in the air. "Information."

"What kind, Princess?"

"Information information. Now get the damn book," she glared at him, "Polly."

Two points for the title-less newbie, zero for Disney. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Iago looked ready to attach her, but instead flew up and pulled the book. "Here's your book." Next thing she knew she was sporting a very nice bump on her head and the bird was out the window, muttering to himself.

She rubbed her head and cursed her big mouth. Next time she was going to keep her trap shut.

Disney now had one point.

Belle had been surprised to see Lillie back to the front desk so fast, and even more surprised at her damaged state.

"Did you find everything you were looking for?" Her lovely eyes didn't stray from the large bump, now turning a plum purple shade.

"Oh totally," Lillie growled under her breath. "By the way, you should start to close your windows."

"Why?"

"Birds."

Belle didn't question any further, taking the books from Lillie and putting book cards in. "These are due in two weeks. Just come right in and ignore the sign." Belle sighed. "I honestly don't know why this is a private library anyway. It's the only one Disney has. Books should be for everyone, don't you agree?"

Lillie smiled. Ok, so maybe everyone here wasn't so bad. "Yeah. I do. You should bring that up with Mickey. I'm sure that he'd listen."

Belle shook her head. "No, I cant. It isn't something that you argue. The restoration of this place was enough of a fight."

Lillie nodded, liking Belle more and more. "Well than I'll talk to him."

"Oh! Does he favor you?"

"No… I'm just very persuasive." Lillie smiled again. "I may not have a title but I do have some power on my side."

"Money?"

"More like bribery."

Belle's head snapped up to exclaim something or say something against the heinous deed, but by that time Lillie had grabbed her books and rushed out. Besides the bump that was really starting to hurt the day was off to an okay start.

Iago landed on his masters shoulder, as scowl set firmly on his face. He had gone back quickly to the apartment, his mood matching the greying sky above him. Really really pissed off.

"Well Iago," Jafar asked, "what did you discover?"

"That she's got no manners and that I don't like her."

Jafar sighed. The bird could be so touchy. "What else, Iago?"

Iago thought harder. "She got out a book."

"What kind?"

"A book about us."

Jafars eyes widened and he reached for the phone, ready to call Hades and Maleficent and let them know what his minion had discovered. His part was done. Now it was time for the others to do theirs.

When Lillie had left the library the sky had decided that it hated her guts and began to rain. And not just a drizzle either. No, the kind of rain that pours down in sheets and slides off elevators and windshields in buckets. She had to hunch her form over and hug the books she was holding just to keep her books protected.

"Great," she muttered, spitting out rain. "Just great. Really sky? Really? Now?"

The sky just let out a large boom in reply. It didn't make any sense. Just a few seconds ago it had been perfectly fine outside, and she hadn't heard any rain from inside. She released one hand and ran it through her hair, which spiked up ridiculously and than was flattened out again by another onslaught of water.

Lillie raised her hand, looking down the street for a taxi or a bus or something.

In these last few seconds she was having an awful day.

She was wet. She was cold, She was protecting two library books. And then, to add onto it, she realized that she was wearing a white t-shirt. Her horror grew when she realized that today of all days she had worn a bright red and very lacy push up.

"...Stupid rain, stupid taxis, stupid job... stupid stupid stupid white t-shirts," she muttered through clenched teeth. She wanted nothing more than to just be at her apartment, relaxing in a heated tub of water. Lillie's mind wandered to the hot, steamy bath that perhaps she could nap and relax in...

"Pardon me, my dear lady." Lillie snapped back into reality at the sound of a voice unfamiliar to her and she turned to see who had spoken. He was a well-dressed man with a long blue cape that swept the ground dramatically. In one gloved hand he wore an umbrella, which she noticed was only over his head, and in the other he held a lace handkerchief. He looked fake, though he was rather handsome and his outfit had Lillie betting he was in the theatre, since his clothes were puffy and had loads of frills and ribbons.

"What?" She asked, blinking the rain out of her eyes.

"I couldn't help noticing you are in dire need of my assistance."

"I-what?" She frowned now as the guy stepped closer, avoiding the puddle of water on the ground. Lillie looked down to see that his shoes were incredibly shiny and not a drop of water had fallen on them. "I don't really remember asking for it."

"No need to ask, dear girl."

"I'm sorry? Girl?"

"There is no reason for you to fret any longer, for I have come to rescue you."

"Rescue?"

"You are cold and wet. I will call you a taxi and then we shall get to know each other."

Lillie made a face at the man that clearly stated she'd rather walk in the rain than sit next to the puffy man. "Get to know each other?" Lillie wiped more rain off her face. "I'm sorry. Who are you?"

He ignored her, using the handkerchief as a flag. In a matter of seconds a taxicab was in front of them.

"How did you do that!" She had been trying for a few minutes now and every taxi had ignored her. But suddenly Mr. Fancy Shoes comes and every taxi is ready to serve?

"I am a man of great importance. Now, my love, your carriage awaits!"

"My lo- wha'!"

Before she could get an answer she was ushered into the taxi's warm and dry seat. Lillie slid as far down the bench as she could, trying to escape the man, but he just slid to the middle, way to close for her.

"My dear Lillie, how beautiful you are even in the rain." The man commented. "Your hair looks absolutely amazing when it is covered in crystal droplets!" Lillie made a disgruntled noise as he leaned against her. She hated having her space violated and this guy definitely was pushing it.

Then she realized something. "How did you know my name?" She asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

"How could I not know the name of my true love?" The man gave her a most charming grin, flashing her his bright white teeth. Lillie pressed against the window, the book against her see through shirt, and away from his wide perfect smile. She grimaced.

"Who are you?"

"Oh! How dreadful of me not to introduce myself! I am Prince Reginald Fitzgerald the Fourth! The bravest and most handsome prince in all of the land!" Lillie blinked at this news in shock.

"Really?"

"Of course! And you are Lillie Ayman, the new princess residing in this land."

"Princess?" The villains had called her that as well. "Um, listen buddy, I think you might have the wrong person."

"The wrong person? Never! I know my true love! Our hearts beat as one and our lives are entangled by fates kind spool!"

"Fates what?"

"We shall go where this weather has no effect on our love. Driver?"

The driver, a portly man in a cabby hat, turned around. "Eh?"

Lillie recognized him from somewhere, but before she could voice her thought Reginald spoke. "Take us to Romance Fields!"

"WHERE!" Lillie was beginning to panic.

"Romance fields, my love. It is where we will share our first kiss on the middle of the lily flowers and then I shall place my ring on your finger and we shall be connected as one."

"Oh… oh hell no! Driver! STOP! STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP!"

"Don't stop! Keep going!

"No! Just- never mind!"

Lillie grabbed the door handle on her side, wrenching it open despite the fact that the car was in motion, and practically barrel rolled out into the street. The last thing that she heard was Reginald's voice as the cab continued on.

"Wait! My love. My one true love! Don't you want to see my shoes?" Reginald called, but by that time they were too far apart.

He shrugged and shut the door. "Ah, she is shy, but nether the less i will not give up my pursuit of her heart!" He sat back. "Driver, take me to Mickey."

"Sure thing gov'ner."

She climbed the stairs, as she did every day, mad at life and everyone who existed.

Though her morning had been ok to say the least what happened after had been an awful one. First that weird guy. And then, after she had gotten up and attempted to brush all the mud off she couldn't hail a taxi. On top of that, her roll off had given her favorite pair of jeans three new holes and her leg two fresh scrapes. A car had come way to close to the curb and splashed her with muddy water. She had to walk all the way back with the heavy books. And to top it off she realized that it wasn't even ten in the morning.

So now she was cold and muddy and confused.

Edgar hadn't even offered assistance. The elevator was still broken (though why she expected it to be fixed after four days in Disney, she didn't know). And she had lots and lots of stairs to climb.

"Stupid people," she muttered, trudging onward, "stupid stairs, stupid building, stupid job, stupid stupid stupi-aaaAAAAAH!"

Something solid had placed itself underneath her feet, catching them and sending her toppling forward, face first. Instincts made her throw her hands out, catching the floor before her nose did and following through with an only slightly painful fall. It didn't stop her from saying, "ow" though.

Just great. To add onto the bump on her head her hands were probably bruised and her knees would be sore for days. That might had just been her bad mood talking.

Lillie growled, ready to get up and give her tripper a piece of her mind. But before she could a voice smoother than good liquor met her ears from above.

"That's a whole lotta stupid to be cursin' on the world, mon ami tombé."

OMG! Who was that man? What will Lillie do next? And what will the Princes think of to woo Lillie?

That's it for this chapter! Wow! This one took me a while, so I hope that it was worth it! Again thanks for the reviews! They really do keep this story going!

Keep it up reviewers! KEEP IT UP! AND PLEASE REVIEW! I LOVE REVIEWS!

Now time to finish chapters for all the others!

Byyyyeeee!

P.S. Keep ideas coming! I do love them and as other can tell you, I do use them!