Me and Rapunzel was lounging around and playing 'What is it?' with the clouds, when a thunking sound came from outside the tower.
We both lept up to our feet. I was a crimson red and she was terrified. I ran over to the window ledge, blended myself in, and peeked over the ledge, with the hopes of catching the intruder's face.
A man was climbing the tower, using two sticks to pull himself up. He looked up and I quickly darted back inside. I relayed the information to Rapunzel. I saw terror and slyness in her eyes, like she was formulating a plan that would break a few rules.
Thunk.
She placed me on her shoulder and ran around, rummaging through drawers and containers until she found an object worthy of her attention. She knocked on it with her knuckles. Thunk. The sound was slightly different from the sound coming from outside. It could do some serious damage to a chameleon, so I retreated to my hammock for a second.
Thunk.
She fished me out of her hair, with me screaming the whole time. She set me down on the ledge to spy on the man. I stuck my tongue out at her while she rolled her eyes. I looked outside. He was half way there and was slowing down. I lept on to Rapunzel's waiting hand and chirped what I saw in her ear.
Thunk.
She panicked a little and starting pacing a little. But she realized, the place was a mess after Mrs. Red's performance which Rapunzel told me all about. Candles were thrown everywhere and there was a painting on the floor.
She quickly pushed the candles to the side and placed her dress mannequin to the side of the window, which it would serve as something...
Thunk.
She squeaked and set me down on the ledge. I saw her gathering up all her hair before I turned to look outside. The first thing I saw was a head of hair. So fluffy, and thick, what a nice bed it would make, like Rapunzel's. But nothing can beat Rapunzel's hair. I realized he was about to get to the window ledge and see me. I chirped a warning to Rapunzel and turned a deeper red, almost black.
She quickly picked me up and set me on the floor. She hid to the side of the window and grasped her frying pan harder. Her knuckles turned white.
A hand appeared on the ledge, then an arm, another hand, and a shoulder. After a few agonizing minutes, he lept into the tower and shut the shutters behind him.
I hid under the vanity, where I could see everything.
He took his man-purse, opened it and said, "Ah. Alone at last." With a chameleon and a girl with 70 feet of hair. Rapunzel quickly darted out of her hiding spot and smashed his head with the frying pan. Hard.
"Eep!" She squeaked and she quickly hid behind the mannequin. She scooted it closer, while I came out of my hiding spot. She slowly came out behind it and pointed the pan at him. She looked at me.
I changed back to my normal color. I spotted the painting Mrs. Red painted. I was actually very frightened of it at first. I walked over to it and pantomined fangs, turned red and growled.
She used the frying pan handle to lift his lips up. Her face told me that there weren't any fangs.
And I hope you plan on washing that.
She flipped a lock of his short hair aside (with the same handle!) and slowly lowered the pan as she gazed at his face.
He opened his eyes.
She quickly smacked his head again while I retreated back into her hair. She and I looked at the situation more.
"Pascal, where should we put him?" She wondered out loud. "Mother will probably be back with hazelnut soup like always." She looked around.
I instantly saw the closet and pointed to it. How about there?
She looked at it and smiled. "Yeah! That will work!"
After much pushing and shoving, she finally got him on her back and she carried him over to the closet. She backed up and put in in the closet but he fell out. She tried tying her hair around him and throwing him in the closet, but that failed. Attempt, after attempt, after attempt of throwing, pushing and shoving before finally he was in the closet.
She retrieved a chair and tilted it against the door.
"Okay, okay. There's a person in my closet, there's a person in my closet." She saw her giddy reflection. She repeated happily, "There's a person in my closet! Haha!" She chuckled. "Too weak to handle myself out there, huh mother?" She talked to herself, brushing off her frying pan. "Well, tell that to my frying pan." She twirled the pan until she accidentally hit herself in the head with it. Then, she saw something that caught her eye.