"AwesomeCountry to GreenKara, report."

Peter crouched behind an English Boxwood shrub, watching his designated angle of Arthur's house. Eire had weaseled out of her sister that today England would be leaving the house, and she would be spending the week back in Northern Ireland as of the day previous. They just didn't know when Arthur would be leaving.

"Movement in window 4, Iggy-movement probable in window 6 soon."

Peter looked at the walkie-talkie in his hand. He had mad spy skills, he knew; he just couldn't get the fancy dialogue right. He pushed the Talk button.

"Erm…okay…"

Eire's voice came on the speaker almost instantly.

"*sigh* the fourth window from the left, Arty might go in front of the window two down from theythat one. Okay, Peter?"

"Don't call me that! We're using code. I'm AwesomeCountry, remember?"

"FINE. AwesomeCountry, get back to spying." Although her voice was serious, you could hear the laughter in it.

"HEY! HEY! He's coming out of the house!" Gladys whispered hurriedly into her walkie-talkie. She could see from her position behind a small Guelder Rose bush.

"Good job, HoodLane."

"For the millionth time, Peter, HudLan. HEED. LAN." She shook her head, smiling again at Peter's apparent inability to speak Welsh.

"Here he comes, folks. Shh!" Eire whispered, putting down the walkie-talkie and shifting a little bit. They had been outside England's house for a little less than an hour observing, and her position in this cherry tree was getting uncomfortable. She situated her hip more securely against the bark and wiggled her feet a bit, watching Arthur come out of the house, lock the fancy wooden door, and head down the paved walkway.

"Be careful, Petey, he's coming your way." Eire said playfully.

"I told you to call me AwesomeCountry!"

"Shh!"

Eire, Gladys, and after Arthur had passed his hiding-shrub Peter, watched as Arthur made his way down towards the garage, whistling "God Save the Queen". A few seconds later they heard a car start, and then they were watching his car pull out of the driveway and away.

"Okay, go!" Eire commanded, and in a matter of seconds they trio was grouped in front of England's front door.

"How are we gonna-" Peter started to say, and smiled when Eire pulled two bobby pins out of the pocket of her dark-green jean capris.

"How do you know how to do all this stuff? You're a little devil." Gladys said in amusement as Eire began fiddling with the lock, and after a few seconds they heard a satisfying click. Eire reached for the wrought iron handle, turned it, and with a slight creak they were standing in the foyer of England's house.

"We're in." Eire declared with satisfaction, and strode bravely towards the kitchen, the two others in tow.

Robin Goodfellow viewed the three young people enter England's house.

"Oooh, causing mischief, are they?" He chuckled, hopping down from the cherry tree recently occupied by Eire. "I can't wait to see what trouble they're cooking up. I do think I'll observe."

He darted across the lawn.

"They didn't even close the door all the way. A good trickster always knows not to leave a trail." He chuckled again slightly, and, with that, slipped in through the crack.

The character Robin Goodfellow/Puck I credit to William Shakespeare's play A Midsummer Night's Dream. The only characters in this story that are mine are Gladys and Eire. Hope you enjoyed the trickery-there's more to come! No one's falling in love, but that doesn't mean dear Puck will not keep his clever fairy fingers out of this mischief. ;) Review at will, good Athenians!