A/N: sorry it's been soooooooooooooo long! It has been really busy, and well… I kinda forgot. Thanks for being patient!

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"Come on Plato!" Demeter begged, "Please help me!"

Plato looked at one of his best customers and shrugged, "I just caaan't darrling." He said with the thick designer accent that Demeter knew he only used while working, "You see." He flipped open a note pad and showed her some scribbles that didn't look anything like writing, more like he had just taken a purple marker and drew a bunch of squiggly lines in a row, "I am full until next month. I would just looove to help youu and Bombaaa, but I just caaan't!"

"Listen you little weasel." Demeter growled grabbing his collar and pulling him across the desk to look right into her eyes, "If you don't help me then I'm going to tell everybody that you aren't even from England. Oh yes Plato, I know your from south Missouri!" she said when his eyes widened. "So, are you going to help me or not."

"Ssshhh!" he said dropping his fake designer accent and frantically looking around the small office, "If anybody hears I'm ruined! Do you realize how long it took me to get rid of that awful southern accent?"

"Plato." The small queen growled.

"Okay, okay!" he said hastily, "I'll help you. Get her here by eleven tomorrow morning and I do my best."

"Good." Demeter said smiling sweetly as she let him go and pecked him on the cheek, "Good by darling! See you at eleven tomorrow babe!" and with that she left his office.

Sliding back into his seat Plato sighed. God that queen was nuts. He thought to himself.

Going to the door he poked his head out to speak to his secretary Ford.

"Miss Ford. Would yew mind doin' me a favor?" he drawled in a thick southern accent.

"What sir?" The queen looked rather confused at her employer's new found accent.

"I meaaan." Plato said hastily fixing his accent, "Would you move some numbers around so I caaaan fit somebody in tomarrow at eleven fooor an extreme maaakeover?"

"Yes sir."

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"Did you do it?" Bombalurina said practically bouncing off the car roof that the two had planned to meet on.

Demeter sighed, "Yep Bomba, it's planned at eleven tomorrow morning."

"I'm so excited!" Bomba practically shrieked, "It took me forever to find a collar good enough for this occasion though! But I finally settled with this one."

Demeter inspected the collar wrapped around her friend's neck. It was black with metal spikes coming out of it. Demeter had to say that it looked really nice.

"Good choice."

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A/N: Yet again, sorry it took me so long! Thanks for all your reviews! Love!