*Author's Notes* Ahem. Hello there! Well, the following chapter is kind of short. I have no idea where I got the brain freeze idea came from, but it's there anyways. WARNING: NEVER eat dry ice. Or touch it. You CAN and WILL get frost bite. Your fingers and tounge WILL fall off. The only way Puck can eat it is because he's a fairy. Also, the PLAN is reavealed in this one. If you have any suggestions to make it awesomer, PM me. Thanks a bunch for all those nice reviews. Thanks, zoocan for giving me some good ideas. Also, for making me laugh. Read zoocan's story, people! It's good! *Disclaimer* I do NOT own the the Sisters Grimm, or AMND. Or Puck. (DARN!) They belong to Will Shakespeare and Michael Buckley. Please enjoy the intermission. Tell me what you think. Thanks. - TC
Chapter 6: Intermission Part 3:
(Brain Freeze)
It was four o'clock when Sabrina's Grimm's plan would take effect. Only three more hours, she consoled herself. Three, small, tiny hours. She just wanted to sit there fiendishly, and start laughing maniacally whenever Puck entered the room. But, then of course, he would know.
She had gathered her material and they lay in front of her. Puck, the so-called Trickster King would be embarrassed beyond recognition. The MATERIAL as, she called it, would make anyone, really, ANYONE *cough cough Mr. Canis* burst into laughter. The MATERIAL that Sabina had gathered consisted of many things. Things like embarrassing photos. Things like a fluffy pink unicorn. Things like Lines from a Midsummer's Night's Dream. Puck was going down. Hard. She had even printed out a list:
1. ALL of Puck's lines from a Midsummer's Nights Dream, printed beautifully in poster size, courtesy of Daphne Grimm
2. Kraven the Deceiver, courtesy of the Queen of Sneaks
3. Embarrassing photos of Puck, wearing his footie pajamas, courtesy of the Queen of Sneaks
4. Embarrassing home videos of Puck, including Puck singing along to Britney Spears Karaoke (Don't ask. You'll be frightened), getting screamed at by Uncle Jake, etc., etc., courtesy of Relda Grimm (Again. Don't ask.)
5. And finally, a memory chip, once plugged into the laptop, would post all this information online, anywhere and everywhere, sure to make Puck the laughingstock of the Everafter Online Community. (EOC), courtesy of Daphne Grimm
All these she had in a plain manila envelope, marked very clearly: BLACKMAIL. And of course, there was what Puck was going to do when she threatened him with it.
It consisted, mainly, of a large tub of soap and water, magically suspended, courtesy of Sabrina and Daphne, above the doorway in Puck's room. Also, a large pool of soapy water, magically concealed by a trap door, underneath the floor boards in Puck's room again, courtesy of Sabrina and Daphne. And, there were 142 water balloons filled with soap, ready to be launched, at one smelly Fairy Boy, courtesy of Sabrina.
All that she needed to do now… was to distract Puck until 4 o'clock. They had all eaten lunch already, so… Puck needed to tell them the rest of his story. Now where is he? Thought Sabrina. She wandered through all the floor rooms. There he was. In the kitchen, randomly banging his head against the table.
"BRAIN FREEZE! BRAIN FREEZE!" He was screaming. Beside him were two cartons of ice cream, and what looked like a half-eaten piece of steaming dried ice. Now where did he get dried ice? Wondered Sabrina. Wait, I don't want to know. Daphne entered, and looked at the screaming Puck.
"What's wrong with him?" asked the little girl. Sabrina snickered.
"Apparently, he's got a brain freeze." She hastily pulled out the camera, and taped it. She crept over to Puck and said:
"Awww… does the wittle baby's bwain hurt? That's what happens when the wittle baby eats ice cweam too fast." She sniggered.
"Shut up, Grimm." He muttered. He looked at Daphne. "Marshmallow, never eat dry ice with ice cream." He slumped and kept muttering. Sabrina poked him.
" Puck, we know you're just faking." He looked up at her.
"What do you you want?"
"Tell us more about the story."
"Don't you feel any pity for me, Grimm?" he asked. Sabrina shook her head. Puck sighed, and stood up. " Alright, alright. Sheesh. Get your journals out." Sabrina and Daphne both grabbed their journals off a shelf, and grabbed some pencils. Puck cleared his throat. "Well, as my dad decided, it was time for the dream to end, time to take the Donkey Head off the fool, and unfortunately, it was time to wake my mother…"