*Author's Note* Um, yeah, this actually is Chapter Eight, as I made a mistake labeling all the chapters. My computer crashed, so that's why I haven't written. Plus, I've been getting boatloads of homework. Thank you teachers. Thank you. It might not be that good, as Puckifying Shakespeare is difficult, and I have not been that (I blame homework) focused of late. *Disclaimer* I don not own the Sisters Grimm, AMND, or Puck (Darn, darn, darn!). They belong to Will Shakespeare and Michael Buckley. Thank you for all the nice comments and please enjoy act IV of AMND According to Puck. Tell me what you think. thanks.- TC

Chapter 8: No More Yielding than a Dream…

(Don't Hurl That Fireball at Me Mom!)

Well, Grimms, I had to wake up my mom. Not exactly first on my Top Ten things to do list. It was very high, however on my Top Ten Most Painful Ways to Commit Suicide List. If you ever have the grace to irritate my mother (And for those of you out there that were insane enough to do that, may God have mercy on your soul…), you would be a) blown to smithereens, b) set on fire, c) cruelly cannibalized, etc. Ahem. My father and I were about to embark on the most dangerous mission of our lives… waking up my mother…

4,000 years ago (give or take a few centuries), the forest of Athens

"Dad, you really, REALLY, don't want to do this." I yelled to my dad as he strode away from me. We had regrouped, and Dad had made this brilliant decision to go and wake up my mom. He ignored me. Like usual. Fine. If he wants to get burned to a crisp, that's his problem. Wait a second… my old man getting burned to a crisp… that would be fun to watch! I turned invisible and followed him.

When we got there I turned right around and went in the opposite direction. I gagged. Bottom and Mom were… uh… let's just say it was gross. I am now scarred for life. Anyways, my dad was plowing straight for them. He grabbed my wings, (I really have to work on my invisibility) and we started walking.

"That's pathetic, isn't it Puck?" He asked me. I nodded weakly. Major grossness. Really didn't want to think about this right now. I'm guessing that Oberon noticed my discomfort, because he let go of my wings. He sighed.

" I have the changeling boy, all is well. You might want to get a safe distance away, boy. Your mother is not going to be in the best of moods when she wakes." As I hurried away to avoid the wrath of Titania, he called after me. "Take that donkey head off that poor fool!" Darn. I was hoping he would forget that. Oh well.

I scrambled up a tree, wings out and fluttering. If Mom decided to burn it down, I would have an easy escape. I watched the drama fold out underneath me. Oberon gingerly placed the remedy on Mom's eyes. He shook her to wake her up. Poor fool. Let sleeping fairies lie if you want to live. Uh oh. Here she goes…

"Oh Oberon, what a strange dream I had!" What? I was confused. Why didn't she… uh, burn him to a crisp? Wait a second… that wasn't the root that I put on the Athenians' eyes! Oh. That root is probably to keep her from blowing him to kingdom come.

" I thought I was in love with an-" She looked down and gasped. "What the…?" Oberon started to back away nervously. She laughed. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Get this ugly thing out of my sight!" She commanded. Oberon nodded.

"PUUUCCKK!" He yelled. I had no choice but to fly down.

"What?" He glared at me. He gestured at Bottom.

"Take this thing and return it to normal." I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." He was about to yell at me, when I heard something. "I think that was the morning bird…" I said quickly. He sighed. Mom put a hand on his arm.

" Come, Oberon, and in our flight… you will tell me how this all happened." I swear, the horrified look on his face was worth everything that had happened this night. They flew off, Mom arm's clamped heavily on Oberon's. Sucker.

I looked down at Bottom. I took a deep breath and gently started reforming his head. When I was done, the idiot was still asleep. So I rolled him under a nearby thorn patch. Ouch. That's going to hurt in the morning. I flew back up in the tree when I heard somebody approaching.

The man looked strong, and he was wearing a crown of some kind. Theseus. And a woman, who also looked like she could take a couple of guys down as well. Hippolyta. And this annoying old man was walking with them, complaining loudly. I have no idea who he was, but he was babbling on and on about how you "Young'ns" have no respect for your elders. It was a tad annoying.

They walked toward where Hermia, Helena, Lysander, and Demetrius were sleeping. Best of luck to them, I say. And that is why I am NEVER, EVER, going to fall in love. It's so, so, well… messy!

I entertained myself by thinking of ways to prank them, when Bottom woke. He stood up… right into the thorns.

"OUCH! What the…? Crap! OW!" He swore a bit more, before getting of the thorns. He got up, and I was pleased to see he was pricked all over. I sniggered. He stumbled around, pulling the thorns out of him. The show must go on… They'll just have a scratched up Pyramus.

"WHERE IS EVERYBODY?" He yelled. He paused and looked around confused. "Huh. I had the weirdest dream. I dreamed I was… Huh. That's funny. I can't remember." He rambled on contentedly, just like the fool he was. "I think I'll have Quince write a play about this. I'll call it: Bottom's Dream, for it doesn't have a bottom." He said, pleased with himself. Yeah. Right. And also because you're an a-.

Somebody crashed through the woods. And straight into the thorn bush.

"Ouch! What the…?" It was that more than idiotic group of Athenians. They all looked kind of upset. One of them moaned:

"Poor, poor Bottom! He never earned more than a sixpence in his life! And now he's dead!" Bottom yelled back at them.

"I'm not dead you idiots!" They grinned when they saw him. Obviously very glad he wasn't a donkey anymore. Stupid peasants are afraid of one donkey/man. They need more gumption. Oh well. One of them, the leader asked:

"Where in the world were you?" Bottom hesitated. I really didn't think he remembered. But he just improvised and said cleverly:

"I won't tell you!" The actors rolled their eyes and the lead one slapped him on the back.

"Good old Bottom!" And then they left. All's well that ends well, I thought sourly. The mortals are together, mom and dad have made up (kind of), the show must go on, the Athenians are proven as stupid as always, blah, blah, and major blah. Big fat hairy deal.

Nobody remembers Puck. I wasn't even invited to the wedding! Do they know how much effort I put into this whole thing? Oberon will brag about this like it was his idea and the mortals, well, they're not very observant. I mean, the peasants barely know my name. I'm the one who sours milk and bewitches cows and the like. Have they ever shown appreciation for me? No. Trickstering is an art!

I vented my frustration on a nearby tree.

"I. HATE. MY LIFE!" I yelled, kicking it. Then I looked around. Darn. Nobody saw it. I sighed, and because I had nothing better to do, I decided to crash Theseus' wedding. Why not? It's not like they'll notice.

Back to the present:

"And that, Grimms, is how I got the idea to crash the wedding. I invented party crashing!" Bragged Puck. He didn't look too upset about the nobody notices me thing, thought Sabrina. As she glanced at her sister, she saw that she had her sad eyes on.

"Puck! Of course we notice you!" said Daphne. Puck looked at her.

"You do realize, Marshmallow, that was before I'd gained notoriety as the Trickster King of course," He said.

"Oh." He stretched back lazily.

"That's probably the only good thing Shakespeare did for me." He said. "You know, publicity and all that. It's a good thing he didn't do that for you, Grimm. You'd be speared by an angry mob by now."

"Watch it Fairy Boy." Puck grinned.

"Getting soft on me then?" Sabrina let an evil grin slip across her face.

"Just warning you, watch your back." Puck gulped and looked slightly nervous.

Just you wait Fairy Boy. Just one more hour.