Maple Leaf: Well, after two-thousand millennia, I'm finally back. I don't think I'm gonna stop this story, but I get distracted a lot. Sorry about that.

Bramblestar: Anyways, during the time Maple Leaf is making this Author's Note, it's 2:15 on December 1, 2012.

Maple Leaf: It's my birthday! I'm having a party, and I'm so excited, so my funny juices should be working on this one!

Jayfeather: Congratulations!

Maple Leaf: Where's Scourge?

Jayfeather: In the dressing room.

Bramblestar: Oh, this is gonna be good!

"Scourge!" Concrete exclaimed, coming into the cat's den with a bag of clothes from the dry cleaners. The black cat turned around, a bit surprised by her appearance.

"…yeah?" he asked warily. He knew what was coming.

The silver tabby shoved the clothes into Scourge's arms "Put these on,"

"Why?"

"Oh, I think you know." Concrete held a sheet of paper in her mouth, so Scourge could read it.

"…dress up in old Twoleg clothes and dance around like a stupid ballerina on camera? Since when did you get a printer?"

"I hired some cats to steal it for me. Now get dressed." Scourge groaned and went to another section of his den (His den has hallways XD)

Two minutes later, Scourge was standing on his hind legs the best he could in the way-way-too-big-jeans and his way-way-too-big-plaid-shirt. He kept on tripping over the pants legs, not to mention that Concrete had let him whiff some cat nip (She didn't want to have to go through the whole 'catnip dare epidemic' again, yet). That, plus Concrete had spun him around ten times.

All of the previous darers were watching with smirks. Bone was there, too, and still had a giant bruise on his head. Concrete was videotaping the whole thing. Pretty soon, Scourge fell on his tail and yowled in pain. That kinda jolted him awake.

"Wait a second! I forgot a part!" Concrete suddenly exclaimed. Scourge face-palmed.

"What now?!" he groaned.

"You have to eat pixie dust."

"…hmph, fine!" Concrete grabbed a random brown burlap bag that was nearby, and got a pawful of gold, sparkling pixie dust out of it. She had to try not to sneeze. "Is that gold?"

"No, you idiot; it's pixie dust!" Concrete said. Scourge stuck her tongue out, and Concrete immediately grabbed it, poured the heap of pixie dust onto it, and told him to swallow.

And as soon as Scourge swallowed it, he started running around, begging for water. He yelled at Lakestrom for having his namesake in his pocket (which confused him a lot), did the same for Waterkit, and threatened to kill Mischievous if he didn't bring a gallon of water to him in five seconds. Apparently, Pixie Dust makes people violent and angry.

When Mischievous came back with the water, Scourge gulped it down and then began to sneeze out yellow sparks.

"Nice trick!" Concrete said, still recording every second. Meanwhile, Scourge suffered some more as he randomly grew fairy wings and started floating around, singing about rainbows and butterflies and unicorns.

But, all epic things have to end sometime, and the effects of the Pixie Dust wore off eventually. Scourge landed, his wings (Which looked like Tinker Bell's) fell off his back, and he coughed up a humongous lump of hardened Pixie Dust. Concrete turned the camera around to her.

"Kids, do not try this at home." She said with a giggle. "Scourge isn't a professional stunt-man, but he will be by the end of this."

Maple Leaf: Man, that was short! But I made it funny, I guess.

Bramblestar: You have another hour and fifteen minutes before your party; why don't you type another dare?

Scourge: No! I suffered enough today!

Maple Leaf: Yeah, I guess I'll do that. Bye, for now!

Jayfeather: Maple Leaf doesn't own Warriors, or Tinkle—

Maple Leaf: TINKER!

Jayfeather: …Tinker Bell. Sayonara.