I don't own ROTG, or any of the characters. I wish I was, because I'd be sittin' pretty right now, but I don't.

One thing I forgot to mention earlier . . . I have pretty much no idea how to do North's accent, so I'm afraid you're gonna have to stipulate it. Sorry. . . -_-'

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"So, Jack, how about we give you a hair cut and fix up that hoodie, eh?" North asks cheerily. Jack surpresses a look of utter terror. You know tha kind. The deer-just-stepped-out-into-the-road-and-is-five-se conds-from-become-a-smudge-on-the-landscape-look-o f-utter-terror. "Um, c-can I be with T-Tooth for a minute? Alone." A deep purple blush spreads down Frost's neck. North and Sandy exchange a wink, while Tooth follows Jack out the door. 'He' takes off his jacket miserably, making the Guardian of Memories gasp/giggle. "I suppose we should start calling you Jackie now," she smirks. "This is serious! I can't go in there! Please, Tooth, do you have anything I could wear?" The Tooth Fairy's smirk becomes a motherly smile, as she pats Jack on the back. She whispers a few 'it'll be okay Sweet Tooth's.

Before she can protest, Tooth takes the offending hoodie, and stomps through the door. The Winter Spirit sinks down to the floor, putting her chin on her knees. A rucus starts up almost immediately, most of it being Bunny's laughing and Tooth's shooshing. A random Yeti walks through the hall, loaded up with presents. He notices the female Jack Frost, and hears the noise behind the door. Without skipping a beat, he continues on his way, as if this happened every day. This gets a smirk out of the half-naked Guardian of Fun, while the Yeti rolls his eyes.

. . .

Pitch decides to give Jack a 'break' for now. "Let's see if Bunnymund is still laughing after this . . ."

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Bunny wakes with a start, getting a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. It's like when he's had one, or five, carrots too many. (Which, I might add, he did.) His stomach gurgles, and it feels like his insides are squishing together. A cold chill runs down Aster's spine. He rubs his arms, and gets the fright of his life. Bald! No wonder his teeth are chattering. The rabbit looks in the bathroom mirror, wondering if anything else is wrong. (Good ol' Bunnymund, ever the optimist.)

Cottontail nearly faints this time around. Not bald, human! Talk about adding insult to injury. He briefly wonders which is worse. Bunny eventually stops debating with himself long enough to try to figure out who can help him with this catastrophe. North would laugh hard enough to wake the dead, after, of course, balling him out for waking him up at 3:28 a.m. Sandy couldn't really do anything, except making him fall asleep again and dream this away. The Frost Spirit . . .? Bunny didn't even want to think what he (ahem, she) could do, let alone would do.

No, the only one that could be of any remote help would be Tooth. Aster pulls a blanket over his head, and slinks to Tooth's bedroom. "Oh, dear, Jack, what do you need no-Omigoodness! Who are you?!" Tooth flashes her wings dangerously, ready for a fight. "Toothiana, it's . . . it's . . . me, Bunnymund . . ." Bunny cringes at the sound of his own voice. He sounds like a lost child! This is humiliating, worse than the time Jack threw a bucket of hot pink egg dye on him. (That stuff isn't exactly a piece of cake to get outta fur, either.) Tooth whispers Bunny's name, carefully pulling off his blanket/hood. A mop of black-blue hair is exposed, along with a mass amount of 5 o'clock shadow. Worst of all, the sharp green eyes have turned dull hazel from shame.