*Author's Notes* Hello, everybody. Gosh, it's been a long time. *Blows dust off file, looks around sheepishly* In addition to mountains of homework, I only get a couple of hours on the computer per week. Well, anyways, here it is. The Plan is revealed. *Disclaimer* I don not own Puck *Kicks chair in anger*, AMND, or the Sisters Grimm. they belong to Michael Buckley and Will Shakespeare. Thank you for all your reviews, and tell me what you think. Enjoy - TC.

Chapter Nine: Intermission Part 4

(I'm Melting! Melting! Curse you Grimm!)

4 o' clock exactly. Puck was in his room, probably making something explosive, and Sabrina was at the door. Say your prayers, Fairy Boy, She thought. She swung the door quietly open. In her hands was: The Blackmail, scissors, and a remote. And one fluffy pink unicorn. Scanning the ground for booby traps, she yelled for Puck.

"FAIRY BOOOOY!" she yelled. "I HAVE YOUR UNICORN!" Approximately 2.75 seconds later, Puck appeared, looking frantic.

"Kraven! You found him! My poor, poor, uni! Are you all right?" Noticing Sabrina was there he reverted to a more "mature" tone. "Uh, I mean, that um, fluffy unicorn doesn't belong to me, you may chuck him on the floor." Sabrina proceeded to do so. Hard.

"Gently! Be careful with the precious little- Um…" Puck scooped Kraven off the floor. He began to stroke him. Subtle, Fairy Boy. Subtle. Sabrina had to bite her lips to keep from laughing. "What do you want, Grimm?" demanded Puck. Sabrina threw back her head and laughed. Maniacally.

"Geez, Grimm, cut back on the insanity pills." Puck demanded, slowly drawing out his sword. Sabrina smirked. She held up the envelope labeled BLACKMAIL, and said:

"If you want it, come and get it!" Puck rolled his eyes.

"Grimm, you don't have the guts."

"Don't I?" She slowly took out Puck's embarrassing photos, and pulled out all of his lines from A Midsummer's Night's Dream. "And now the hungry lion roars…" She began.

"Grimm! Give those to ME!" Yelled Puck, his face as pink as the unicorn he was holding.

Sabrina smiled. "No problem. Just step right there." She pointed toward a large X marked on the floor. Puck stared openly at it.

"What the… How did you…?" But he quickly regained his composure and smirked.

"LAME, Captain Unimaginative! Do you hear me? L-A-M! Whatever. Just give me that." Puck stomped on the X. The floor fell out from under his feet, yet Puck remained aloft, his wings fluttering. He yawned. "You'll never get me alive, Grimm. Do you hear me? NEVER! I am Puck, Son of Oberon, The Trickster Ki-" Sabrina pressed the remote she held in her hands. About fifty gallons of hot, soapy, water came down on the bragging boy's head. The sheer force of it made him fall into the pool of water, too soggy to move. He looked up at her weakly.

"Grimm!" He cried in anguish. " You see what you've done? Look at me! I'm melting! Melting! You hear?" A water balloon smacked his face. He choked and spluttered, trying to get all that soap off. Sabrina looked down at him, contempt on her face.

"All I hear is the sound of sweet revenge, Fairy Boy." Puck howled at the ceiling.

"Curse you GRIMM!" Sabrina chucked a few more soapy balloons at him for his troubles. He sniffled. In the shallow pool, soap tracking lines down his dirty face, he looked quite ridiculous. Another missile hit him. It was a pink, stitched Unicorn.

"And you had to take my unicorn too? How sick are you?" Demanded the now clean Trickster King. "We're both probably going to catch pnuemo- no- Oh, forget it!" Sabrina disappeared from the edge of the pool. There were the sound of walking footsteps, and a slamming door.

"DON'T LEAVE ME HERE GRIMM! AGGGGHHHHH! Dang it." Yelled Puck. "She didn't even give me my blackmail. I guess it's just you and me Kraven. Well, at least we died with honor. That girl is SO going to get it."

Sabrina smiled as she walked down the hall.

Mission accomplished.

Puck emerged, shivering, from his room four hours later. He scowled at Sabrina. She smirked.

"And how was the wittle baby's bath?" Puck walked past her into the living room. She followed and walked straight into him. For some reason, he was grinning insanely.

"Grimm," he said. "You know, I really didn't think you were as good of a trickster as me. I was right. You aren't"

"Oh, darn." Said Sabrina.

"Let me finish. You are devious, deceitful, and cunning. You just did the totally expected unexpected! And that, my simple, annoying human, is the very start of becoming a trickster." Sabrina raised an eyebrow.

"Uh huh." Puck rolled his eyes.

"Where's the marshmallow?"

"Right here!" chirped a happy Daphne, coming out of the kitchen. "Tell us the end of your story. She's worried about that? Wondered Sabrina. She sighed.

"Alrighty, then. Well, we're almost at the end of my story. Everybody gets their Happily Ever After- Grimm, geez, get your journal out. Could you be any slower?" Sabrina replied with a scowl, and grudgingly walked to the shelf.

He doesn't seem too upset. But the look on his face was worth it. She smiled.

"Take your time." Said Puck sarcastically. She scowled again and plopped down at his feet. He looked down at her and coughed.

"Anyways, before I was so RUDELY interrupted, this was the grand finale. Every one was happy. Every one, except me…."