*Author's Notes* Hi. It's me again. The following is an Intermission from AMND According to Puck. I've decided to set this up like an actual play, with intermissions between acts. (FYI, there's five.) If it sounds weird, it's because it is weird. I'm having slight trouble on how to divide AMND up. Acts? Scenes? Any suggestions? Not having actual writer's block yet, but it could strike at any time. Thanks for the nice reviews! Disclaimer: I do not own the Sisters Grimm, Puck (Grr... ), or AMND. They belong to Michael Buckley and William Shakespeare. Ahem. Please R&R, thanks for acutally reading this, and enjoy this brief intermisson. -TC

Chapter Three: Intermission

Sabrina was seething. After she had gotten "gloppified" by Puck, she had taken fifty-three showers and she still couldn't get the smell off. The hot water had turned off so she was waiting for it to heat up. She was in Granny Relda's bathrobe and had her long blond hair tied up in a towel. Puck walked in.

"Phew, Grimm you smell worse than normal." An inhuman snarl came from the back of Sabrina's throat. She lunged at Trickster King. "Geez Grimm, if you want to kiss me, go ahead."

" You… You! I don't like you! You're only a smelly Everafter, with absolutely zero consideration at all!"

"Awww… that's sweet." Daphne said as she walked in. " The angry couple is talking it out." Sabrina was stunned. And here I thought Daphne was on my side.

"Traitor!" hissed Sabrina. A new voice came in.

"Lieblings, what is going on? And what is that smell?" It was Granny Relda, smiling as usual. She had just gotten back from shopping with Mr. Canis and Uncle Jake.

" Uggghh! It smelled like something died." Said Jake. Sabrina screamed and ran up to her room. She wanted to die. No, check that. Fairy Boy must die. Then Sabrina began plotting…

Approximately eighteen baths later, the stench vanished from Sabrina's skin. She breathed a sigh of relief. She walked downstairs. Daphne was writing in her journal, and Puck was sitting on the couch, picking his nose, disgusting as always. Now, step one of my plan is ready…

" Puck can you tell us the next part of your story? Please?" Puck and Daphne looked up, shocked. Usually, this is how Sabrina asked Puck for something:

"PUCK! You smelly stinkpot! Yes, you, you booger infested sweaty fairy! Give me the remote!" Or something of that nature. They stared at her. "What?" Sabrina asked Then Puck smiled a devilish smile and said:

"So, you want to hear my story Grimm? What fiendish plans be this?" Sabrina was stunned. How could he know already? Then she regained her composure.

"What, so if I'm nice to you for one second you think I'm up to something?" Yelled Sabrina. " So if I said good morning to you, you'd think I'd try to rob a bank? If I said please, that I'm make a bomb? If I said thank you, I'd blow up the Empire State Building? That if I-" Puck slapped a hand over her mouth.

"What's with all the criminal references Grimm?" he demanded. Out of the side of his mouth he said: "So do you know how to blow up the Empire State Building? I've been trying for years but, I've never had enough firepower …"

"What? No!" What the…? Daphne butted in.

" Puck, just continue telling us your story." He scowled and said to Sabrina.

"You know, it's not very sportsmanship like to tell people stuff you can't do. If you, can't blow up a building, just say it. Now I can blow up a small skyscraper, but I just don't go around saying I can blow up huge ones."

"What Are You Talking About?" Sabrina said. Great, Puck is a terrorist.

"Never mind."

"Uh… Just continue with your story."

"Okay. Hmm… going with the theme of evil plots, I'd say Oberon's was a four on the one to ten scale."

"What?"

"Be quiet, Grimm, this is all part of the story. Like I was saying, Oberon had an evil plan…"