Me: Hi again! And Merry Christmas!

May: Where were you? It has been over a week!

Me: I know, I was just so busy with my boat load of projects and parties

Drew: Gasp! She has a life outside of the internet and school!

Me: Haha, very funny

May: Really? I thought it was kind of mean

Drew: She was sarcastic

May: Oh

Me: Anyways... someone finally found out who Karen is... splitheart1120! Here is your cookie (::) and here is a waffle for the second person to know who she is, sunsets mean nothing! Here is your waffle #
I know these are lame prizes but it's all I've got!

May: And who's Karen?

Me: Karen is the fourth member of the Johto Elite Four. She specializes in dark types and is a member of Team Rocket in the manga

May: On with the fic!

Drew: splattermusic does not own Pokemon or Tangled

Me: R&R

-splattermusic

Dead or Alive

Ask anyone in the street about the crown of the lost princess. The three words that describe this diadem are of the following, and I quote from the commoners of Petalburg, "Beautiful, priceless, and steal-proof." Well, two out of three isn't bad.

A green-haired man hopped his way across the maroon rooftops of a large castle. Behind him was a shaggy, blue-haired man, a Meowth, and a red-haired woman stumbling to keep up. They barely made a sound, except for the occasional sliding of their leather boots. They were about to take another step until the green man stuck his arm out, stopping the other two from advancing any further. He brought a finger to his lips and pointed downwards. The trio leaned over the roof to see a royal guard stationed on a balcony. The green man reached out for the brown bag at his side.

The blue-haired man scoffed. "Nice man-purse, Draco."

He glared at him. "It's not a man-purse, James. It's called a satchel. Every adventurer, treasure hunter, and thief has one."

The red-haired woman rolled her eyes and checked her nails, even though they were concealed by black gloves. "It doesn't matter, Stallion. Let's get on with the mission and steal the crown already. I'm getting bored."

"Meow," agreed the cream cat.

"Trust me," Draco smirked, "I know what I'm doing. You guys didn't hire me for nothing." He took an old, wooden sling-shot from the satchel, along with a coin-sized pebble. He placed the stone into the leather cup of the projectile weapon, pulled back, and released. The pebble flew from Draco's hand and landed on the back of the guard's head. He grunted a bit, before falling to ground. Draco laughed. "And to think, if it weren't for me, you would've taken one step, got spotted and sent to jail before you could say 'Arceus forbid'."

The Meowth began to hiss, with its back stretching into an arch. James nodded. "Meowth's right, we need to keep moving," he motioned to the red-haired woman, "come on, Jessie."

"I still can't believe that you can actually understand that hairball."

"I still can't believe that you actually like your hair," Jessie rebounded

Draco smirked and combed his fingers through the previously mentioned hair. "Hey, you may not like it, but I've got a pub full of one night stands that beg to differ. Of course, you guys probably can't remember what one night stands are like, being married and all." He paused, "Actually, I doubt you guys have even been in a bed with someone before you met each other."

The Meowth curled its lips menacingly, and hissed. Draco held his hands up, "Fine, fine, you win."

They continued to scale the palace roofs until they reached a certain point. James exclaimed, "I've found it!"

Draco and Jessie jogged over to James, discovering a skylight directly above the throne room and two dozen guards. In the middle of the grand room was a pedestal with a red pillow and tiara on top. Draco stifled his laughter, it was almost too easy. Of course, almost nobody had his skill and the Rocket Trio's resources.

Jessie giggled to herself, "Now Stallion, as James lifts the skylight, I'll drop you down, with a rope around your waist, of course. And then..." she looked around, "Stallion? Stallion, what are you doing?"

The chauvinistic thief was currently leaning on a gargoyle the shape of a squatting Slaking. He sighed. "I can get used to a view like this," the palace was on an island in the middle of a large, crystalline lake. The water was a bright blue, shimmering in the sunlight. The surrounding forest was a dark green, beautifully contrasting with the kingdom's bright colors.

"Draco..." James began.

Draco held up his index finger. "Wait..." he clasped his hands together, "yup, I'm used to it. Guys, want a castle. And not one those old, haunted ones in the middle of forest. Those are depressing. I'm thinking about one on an island, always sunny, nothing to bother me."

Jessie snickered at the idea, "Finish this job, and you'll get enough money to buy that dream castle," she held out a braided piece of braided rope, "Now let's at least finish this."

While tying the rope around his waist, Draco continued, "I mean, can't you imagine me, surrounded by women, lying on a beach, with piles of money as green as my hair and my own great, big castle? I mean, I certainly can."

Meowth rolled its eyes and swung its paw at Draco's leg. "Hey! You stupid fur ball, mind the leather boot. You have no idea how much money I had to work for to get this!"

James raised an eyebrow. "Work?"

"Stealing is considered work," Draco explained, "you have to run, duck, dodge, and coordinate. Even thinking about it hurts my muscles."

Jessie scoffed, "Then you'll be sore in the morning after this."

"Do you always have to laugh before replying to my comments?" Draco asked. He was met with silence. "I guess so." He looked down at his waist; the rope was tight enough.

Draco looked down at the skylight. He smirked at his reflection and fixed his hair. He pulled on the handle on the glass, opening the skylight. Before crawling down the skylight, Draco flicked his hair, and leaped down. Jessie and James carefully let the rope slide through their fists, gently letting Draco close enough to the crown. Draco reached out and grabbed the jeweled headpiece. He placed it into his satchel, leaving a rose in its place.

Suddenly, a guard sneezed. Draco chuckled. "Gesundheit."

The guard sniffled and replied, "Thanks... waitaminute." The guard swerved on his heel and looked up, spotting the retreating image of Draco Stallion being pulled up to the skylight. "Wait! Stop!" the guard commanded.

Draco burst out laughing. "Yeah, like I'll listen to you," he commented sarcastically.

The guard grabbed rose and ripped its bud off. "STALLION!"

Draco didn't bother to stay and listen to his name. After all, he's been hearing his name shouted like that his whole thieving life. The trio and cat creature slid down the rooftops, occasionally chipping off the shingles. They weren't careful in any way; after all, they were already caught.

Once at the end of an awning, all four jumped off, though Draco preferred his jump with a double flip in the air. Jessie rolled her eyes. "Was that really necessary?"

Draco scoffed and flicked his bangs off his face. "Absolutely," he looked up to see the Rocket Trio already running out of the kingdom and to the woods, "aw, that's not fair, you guys got a head start!" He clicked his tongue to create a tsk sound several times and ran after them.

Their boots clicked against the cobblestone as the villagers of Petalburg occasionally poked their heads out of their one-room homes. Draco laughed audibly enough for the commoners to hear. He raised his satchel high in the air. "Oh the things we've seen, the things we've done today, and it's only eight in the morning! Gentlemen," Jessie grumbled a bit, "this is a very good day!"

They ran into the forest, hiding beneath the foliage, though their running did not stop there. They sloshed around the broken twigs and leaves and slippery mud. Jessie lifted her foot and hobbled around. "Yuck, I'm getting mud all over my new shoes. I just stole these last week!"

Draco continued to run. Turning his head, he called to her, "Jess, it doesn't matter! Those guards are hot on our trail."

The sound of Rapidash hooves made a roaring thud against the ground. Jessie nodded and dropped her foot. They anxiously ran, knowing that the palace guards wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of any time they wasted. Of course, that didn't stop Draco from bearing bad news.

The green-haired thief caught a glimpse of two wanted posters, posted on an oak. He skidded to a stop and ripped the parchment from the tree. He shook his head back and forth, gluing his eyes to the paper like an ant in honey. "Oh no, this is bad. This is really, really bad!"

Jessie and James stopped and hyperventilated. "What," James breathed out, "is wrong?"

Draco turned the poster for them to see. "They just can't get my nose right!" The poster read "Wanted: Draco Stallion. Dead or Alive" and true to his words, Draco's image had nearly been perfect, save for the nose. The bridge of the nose seemed to dent out, like a hill.

Jessie rolled her eyes. "As you said, Stallion: it doesn't matter."

Draco pointed to a brown poster on the tree, labeled, "Wanted: Rocket Trio. Made up of Jessie, James and Meowth. Wanted dead or alive." He laughed. "That's easy for you to say," he keeled over, taking another look at the Rocket Trio poster, "you guys look amazing!"

Jessie scoffed and grabbed Draco by the collar. "Let's go..."

The guards were visible. Their scarlet-red clothing stood out from the forest like a sore thumb. Each of them were mounted on a blazing Rapidash. Though the lead Rapidash's flames were the largest and it had a kind of fire in its eyes. Draco stuffed his wanted poster into his satchel, along with the stolen crown, and, once again, began to run.

He slipped a bit in the muck. Jessie didn't bother to help and Meowth passed by without a second glance, while James yanked him by his arm up to his feet. 'If it weren't for the crown, no doubt that he would've helped me to the guards,' Draco thought.

Suddenly, they reached a large, semi-circular area, with white, rock cliffs, at least twenty feet high. It was a dead end. Draco sighed and turned to Jessie and James. "Boost me up."

Jessie and James looked at one another. James frowned and ordered, "Give us the satchel, grass-head."

Draco put a hand to his heart and gulped. "After all this, after all we've been through, you still don't trust me?" Silence. He frowned. "Ouch, that hurts." He sighed and dropped the satchel on Meowth's head, causing the feline to hiss uncontrollably.

James stood on top of Jessie's shoulders with the satchel across his chest. As Draco climbed up, he stepped upon each of their faces. "Watch it, pretty boy!" Jessie complained.

Draco looked down, "Do you want to escape going to jail?" she grumbled, "I thought so."

Once at the top of the cliff, Draco looked down and saw James with his hand stretched out. "Now, help us up."

Draco shook his head. "Sorry ladies," he lifted his arm, revealing a familiar, leather satchel in hand, "my hands are quite full." He tossed the bag few inches in the air, caught again, and darted off.

James gasped and felt around his torso. He found a red rose tucked into his belt. "STALLION!" he yelled in fury.

"Ah," Draco sighed, as he ran in any direction, "once I get my castle, hearing my name called like that will be the number one thing I'll miss."

Draco's ears perked up a bit. The sound of thunder hit his ears. Was it raining? No, Draco looked up the sky, it was a clear, blue color, without a hint of white or grey. He looked over his shoulder and spotted the red-clothed cavalcade. The captain of the guards commanded, "Retrieve that bag at all costs!"

"Yes, sir!" the horsemen replied.

The lead Rapidash seemed to whinny out the same commands, to which the other Rapidash nayed out a "Yes, sir!"

Draco dodged behind tree trunks, roots and bushes. Carefully, one-by-one, he out-maneuvered each guard. He vaulted over a high wall of green tree trunks stacked upon each other. All the Rapidash panicked and halted, while the lead Rapidash and its owner were the only ones skilled and bold enough to keep up the pursuit.

Draco quickly grabbed a random vine, hanging from a rotting tree. He ran and jumped off the ground, swinging himself in a full three-sixty degree angle, he swung around, back behind the captain and kicked him off his steed. The vine, then, snapped and Draco landed on the Rapidash. He took the reigns and snapped his wrists, signaling the fire-horse to speed up. "Hya!"

The Rapidash stopped dead in its tracks. It turned its head and glared at the wanted thief. Draco frowned and kicked the horse's side. "Forward, horsie," he commanded, "go." He kicked again. "Gooooo."

The Rapidash set its red eyes on the satchel. It snapped its teeth for the bag, but Draco pulled it out of the way. "No," he chastised, "bad fire horse, this is my satchel" It snapped again. "No." And again, "No!" The Rapidash didn't listen as it ran in a circle, attempting to catch the satchel. The scene reminisced of a dog chasing its tail.

All of a sudden, the satchel flew out of Draco's hand and onto the branch of a fallen tree. The tree stretched out, over a cliff. Draco and the Rapidash looked at each other, and then made a mad dash for it. Draco tackled the Rapidash, got up, and ran to the tree branch. Rapidash got to its feet and did the same to Draco.

"Get off, you insane pokemon!" He jumped on Rapidash's neck, desperately keeping it away from the crown. Rapidash flicked its head, throwing Draco off and onto the branch. He nearly fell off the branch, when he instinctively held onto the wood. His body dangled over the cliff.

He looked sideways over to the satchel. It began to, slowly, slip off of the single twig holding it. Draco gasped and began to move across the suspended log. He moved as if he was on a sideways monkey bar.

Rapidash snorted and stomped onto the log, hoping that Draco would lose his grip and fall to his death. With one final step, Draco let go of the branch as did the satchel.

Fortunately for Draco, he expertly regained his hold on the wood and satchel. He flaunted the bag into the Rapidash's face. "Ah-ha!"

Crack!

Draco and Rapidash stared at one another. The branch broke off and hurdled down below, with the opposing duo on it.

Draco screamed, while Rapidash whinnied. Once the bottom of the cliff was visible, Draco jumped off and onto the tree tops, leaving Rapidash behind.

Rapidash, luckily, landed on a large, moss-covered hill. It landed softly and slid to a stop. Immediately, it put its snout to the ground and began to sniff. It passed by a wall of ivy, stopped, looked around, and continued sniffing.

Behind the ivy wall was a long, dark cave, and a certain green-haired thief.

Draco sighed and ran to the end of the cave. He spotted a dot of light. He smiled and jogged towards.

Soon, the light revealed itself to be an exit from the rock cavern. Once outside, he stopped and stared in awe. It was a large area, complete with a babbling, crystal clear creek and unbelievably, tall, and beautiful, white cliffs surrounded the place. Though Draco didn't focus on any of those things, as a gigantic tower dominated his vision of sight. It was white, had a purple room and one window. Ivy randomly coated the walls. The structure resembled a bishop piece in chess. Strangely, there was a small, black hook near the window.

Draco smiled to himself. "Destiny must love me today. I've got a crown and my own tower!" He clapped his hands together, "Draco Stallion, this is your lucky day."

He peered around the tower's base, trying to find any way to get to the top. After finding nothing, he shrugged his shoulders and reached into his satchel. He brought out a two arrows and struck them between the white stones that the tower was made of. And with that, he began to climb. Grunting a bit, Draco stopped midway to rest. His forehead grew beads of sweat and his arms grew sore. Being determined, as always, he kept going.

Once at the top, he pushed back the blinds that blocked the window and got in. He looked around in curiosity. He put his hand to his chin. The tower didn't seem abandoned. If anything, it was quite the opposite. The walls were full of life and covered with painted murals. Many of them were of a blond girl with long, long hair.

On the floor were many activities, such as a painting set, puzzles, a guitar, among other things. Draco sighed and looked into his satchel. "Finally," he spoke, "alone at-"

Klang! Something hit him on the back of his head and he was out cold.

Drew: I like this chapter, no singing and it has me as the star

May: But I like the singing

Me: Remember, constructive criticism is wanted and so are other reviews

Drew: And there is a lot to critisize

Me: Shut it! And if anyone wants to do some fan-art for this fic, they're more than welcome to. I already made a picture of May, Draco, Rapidash, and Beautifly but my scanner needs to get fixed. Oh and I have a poll on my profile, so check it out if you get the chance. Oh and I finally reached my dream, I got over fifteen reviews! Thank you so much! Now, I've got to finish this story

May: R&R!

-splattermusic