"Bottom incisor, Sydney, Australia. Top premolar, Zagreb, Croatia. Have we gotten that molar from Bamako, Mali yet? She just got back with it? Great!"

Queen Toothiana buzzed around the central hub of Tooth palace, directing her fairies. She was just about to take to the field herself, and wanted to be positive that the fairies would get their jobs done in her absence. Not that she doubted them, but going into the field regularly was something she was still getting reacquainted with. She just didn't want anything to go wrong. It hadn't been that long since Pitch had attacked and kidnapped all her faireis, and ever since she'd gotten them back she'd been especially protective of them. Speaking of which, there was one more thing she had to do before heading out.

"Give me a head count, is everyone where they are supposed to be?" the feathered queen asked one of her assistants. She listened closely to the report, and her stomach twisted in worry with the last piece of news. All the fairies were accounted for, except for one. Baby Tooth, the only fairy to escape Pitch and close friend of Jack, had not yet returned. She should have been back hours ago.

Tooth bit her lip. It wouldn't be the first time a fairy had come back late from a retrieval, but with everything that had happened recently she couldn't dismiss her worry. Plus, if something was wrong, how could she tell Jack that she had noticed Baby Tooth missing and done nothing? Making a snap decision, Toothiana gathered three free fairies for back up and flew for Transylvania.


Most monsters would have found it completely normal to wake up and not be covered with children. However, since Wayne had gone to sleep with all his pups on top of him their absence was cause for great concern.

He sat up immediately, scanning for the little troublemakers. He spotted them all gathered into the far corner of the room. At first her breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that they were safe and hadn't left the room to cause trouble with the other guests. But his wariness returned when he noticed that they were all trying to push past each other to look at something. He quickly shook Wanda awake and directed her attention toward the pups. The mother werewolf lost all sleepiness as she observed the suspicious behavior. The parents got up out of the bed and approached the group. Now that they were a little closer they could see that Winnie was at the very center, shielding something from view.

"Hey kids, what's going on?" Wanda asked, a little wary.

The pups at the edge of the group immediately turned their attention to their parents, and pounced.

"Can we keep it Mom?"

"Dad! Make Winnie share!'

"I haven't even seen it yet!"

"Can we keep it, can we?"

Wayne tried to get their attention and calm them down. It didn't work.

"Hey kids, slow it down. Keep what? What do you have?"

Before any of the pups could answer there was a commotion at the center of the circle. One of the boys with a black T-shirt and a notch in his right ear jumped over Winnie to try and get at what she had. The two collided and Winnie toppled over. A moment later a tiny green blur shot up out from the crowd.

'Is that a bird? How did that get in here?' Wayne thought to himself.

"Wyatt! You let it get away!" Winnie whined. She leaped for the fluttering creature. It squeaked and dove out of the way. Soon all the pups were running around the room trying to catch it. They climbed over the bed, up the drapes, anything to get at the flying spec of green. The parents tried to establish some level of control, but their pups were solely focused on their goal and would not be deterred. Finally the panicked bird made a bee line for the closed bedroom door.

And passed right through it.

Wayne and Wanda stared in shock, but the pups seemed to take no notice of this strange occurrence and continued the chase. The door was flung open and soon the pack of excited yapping pups was racing down the halls.

This was going to be a long day.