Thank you so much for the reviews! (it keeps the engine of motivation going, no?) Will be gone for most of this week and hopefully will write a chapter or two while I'm away.

A week later, somewhere over Chile

Because of her mystical powers as being both part fairy and elf, Liv recovered more quickly than a human would, and Monger decided after a week that it was time to head home. Finally. In case you were wondering about Chile, we were flying home. Man, I don't know what anybody else was thinking but all I could think of that was worthit was this afternoon when we left.

"What?" Link gawked. "You mean we aren't taking Insecto?"

"According to physicians," Monger began. "they ain't all sure whether Faytale should be flying out in the open or not. Now pile on in."

"Faytale?" Phyllis repeated, a disgusted expression on her face.

"Her monster name, my dear." Doc explained. She shot him another different but still disgusted look.

"Since when was I dear to you?" She stalked off, and I caught up with her.

"It's a British guy's thing. It's annoying, I know." I explained.

"So I see." She muttered.

Monger then turned to Liv and handed her an arm. "Madam."

"Thank you, General," Liv said courteously, even though we could all tell she really could do without. She smiled, nodded her head, and took her arm.

"What the-" B.O.B. cried. "I never got an arm when I got here."

"Men don't escort other men by the arm, B.O.B." Doc corrected.

"Oh. He never escorted Susan." B.O.B. pointed out.

"Her pinky finger would only fit in his arm, B.O.B. It could never work."

"Then why didn't he escort Billie?"

"Well, because-"

"Because I'm a stinker, buddy." I interrupted. "Generals don't escort little imps like me. We bite."

Anyhow, more than that, we kept on staring as the elderly military man and the short fairy woman walked (or fluttered) toward the plane.

"Okay, that's disgusting." Link said.

"What?" I asked blondely.

"Well, look at it." Susan began to explain. "A, I don't know, ninety-five-year-old guy with a twenty-five or something woman."

Elijah finally caught up to us and seemingly heard our little conversation.

"Actually, Liv's a hundred years old." Elijah correct. We all stared at him wide-eyed as he smiled. "She never ages."

"For one thing, same would go for you, too." I told Link.

"How?" He asked.

"Well, you, a little over twenty thousand years old, falling for nineteen-year-old..." He gave me a glare and started pounding his fist into his palm. "Never mind." And thus, we continued on.

Later on, we monsters were all siting in front of a fold-out flatscreen TV. It was huge, so Susan could watch too. I was sitting between B.O.B. and Elijah, holding a huge bucket of popcorn between my sprawled out legs. On ocassions, B.O.B. and Elijah would take turns dipping their hand into the messy container. It seemed to gross everybody out, me chewing and grinding the fluffy buttery pieces into mush, even with my mouth closed. So they put me next to B.O.B., who was doing a pretty good job of shielding the disgusting sight.

I looked up at Susan, who was contently sitting Indian-style and watching the end of a short series of cartoons from a cassette tape Doc found in his garbage and cleaned up.

"My god," She whispered. "Most of these old cartoons have a lot more character than the ones today." I looked down at my popcorn and then looked back up at her. All of a sudden I felt sorry for her. When one day you're human and the next you're a 50-foot giantess, a popcorn piece for me is less than a poppy seed for her. Then again, I didn't want mine anymore.

"Hey, B.O.B.," I whispered.

"Yeah?" He asked back.

"You want the rest of this?" I asked.

"Sure." He replied. The blob snatched the bucket and threw it in his mouth.

Oh my goodness! I realized. I forgot about Elijah! I instantly got up and ran to the popcorn cart in the corner of the huge compartment. I grabbed a standard-sized paper popcorn bag and filled it up with a dive. I ran back, handed it to him, and plopped back down.

"Well, that sucked." Link commented at the finish. "Let's find something else. Can we watch Terminator?"

"No, we have children in the room." I commented in a motherly tone.

"Okay, can we still do an action movie?" Link asked.

"Yeah!" Agreed B.O.B. "How about Tron?"

"Nah...too 'all-ages' or however you put it." Link said. "It was boring."

"What about a romance one?" Susan suggested.

"Didn't we just watch one last weekend?"

"It's been a month and two days, to be exact." Doc corrected before he gave Link a smug look. "Exaggerations." The fish-man glared daggers at him.

While Link, Doc, Susan, and B.O.B. kept on arguing, the new monsters glanced between them and me.

"Do they always argue like that?" Liv asked.

"Not always, but hey, I've seen worse." I answered, getting into the comedian mood. She smiled. I didn't blame those guys one bit. So finally I rolled my eyes and walked to the DVD shelf. I pulled out Ever After, a romantic story of course, and stuck it in the slot before plopping back down in my spot.

"You win again, Miss Susie." I called, snatching the remote from B.O.B.'s hand.

"Hey!" The blob cried.

"I'm sorry, but I'd like a turn, please?" I asked.

"Okay. Anything for you."

When the DVD menu came up, a whole sea of reactions arose. Some were quite pleased like dearest Susan; others like Link weren't exactly the happiest.

"C'mon, Link," Susan urged. "There are funny parts too, you know." Unfortunately, the guy could only remember the romance. Finally the fish-man shut up and sat back down, a scowl on his face.

Later, when the first little bits of the relationship between Prince Henry and Danielle started blossoming due to the minor identity crisis, Link quit scowling and looked at Liv during the movie.

Link's POV

"I find it sentimental and dull." Harry grumbled during the film after Danielle noted his knowledge of some book called Utopia.

While this chick flick kept on getting more interesting and a little less, and yet more, boring, I looked up at Liv. The screen light up her face as her eyes turned from a content sea blue to a curious childlike shamrock green like a moodring. I'll admit, it looked good with her facial expression while she watched and smiled at the little clever argument between the prince and pauper-in-disguise.

She turned her head toward me, her eyes changing into a slightly darker green. I looked back at the screen in hopes she looked back at the screen. I looked back at her, and I'll be, she was still looking at me. As best as I could without looking sheepish about it, I smiled. She shot back a pretty grin, and her eyes turned into a lighter shade of green, lighter than that shamrock green.

"You liking this?" I asked her in a hushed tone.

"Mm-hm." She replied, nodding her head.

"Uh..." I whispered, looking down at the bucket of popcorn by my side. I picked it up and turned to her. "You want some?"

"Sure, thank you." She smiled. She dipped a slender small hand in the fluffy snack and took a bite from her palm. "Thanks again, I forgot how good this stuff is."

"How long's it been since you've had it last?"

"I'd say about sixty-three years. 1951, during the Fourth of July."

"Holy. Last time I had this before my release was about twenty-some-odd years ago when Doc found one of those popcorn machines and fixed it up. We had it for a day before-"

"Shh." B.O.B. snapped, a childish glare on his face. I leaned over by Liv's ear.

"...before the Boss took it away." She knew who I was referring to, and she sweetly smiled.

"Don't refer to him that way." She corrected. "At least he was kind to give you a place to eat in the day and rest your head at night than letting humanity put you out of your misery."

"Yeah, you're right." I agreed. For once, I didn't feel annoyed about being corrected.

End of POV

Jenny's POV

Elijah looked over at his surrogate guardian and noticed the little chat going on between her and the fish-ape. He cocked his head, and turned to me.

"Hey, Jen." He whispered.

"Hm?" I asked lazily. Smiling, he slightly pointed toward where Link and Liv were sitting. I smiled too. "Yeah, I noticed."

"My lady," The gypsy leader began to Danielle. "You may have anything you can carry."

We watched as Danielle, in her undergarments (nothing like today's "undergarments", so she was decent) leaned down, through Henry over her back, and smugly nodded at the gypsies.

"Smart girl." B.O.B. commented. He turned to me and nuzzled my head with a jiggly fist. "Just like my Billie." I smiled at him and snuggled closer to him.

Everyone was pretty silent throughout the movie until Marguerite, Danielle's stepsister, said, referring to Danielle's mother snootily, "Yes, and she's dead."

Danielle marched up to that blond-headed brat and gave a nice slug in the eye.

"Oh, that was sweet!" Link said through belly laughs. "Rewind that, please." Susan had an embarrassed smile on her face, and Doc and Liv looked at it with a bit shocked but pleased look. B.O.B., Elijah, and I smiled widely at the expression of Marguerite as she went head over heels (I never get that expression; our heads are usually over our heels) falling over the bed. I refused to rewind, knowing there was more to follow. Link continued rolling and laughing, and Phyllis was lightly laughing, a hand over her mouth.

Everything stopped when Danielle was given the option of destroying her mother's glass slippers or her father's book for punishment. B.O.B. had a terribly sad look on his face, and I just sat there, thinking of every awful name possible to call that horrid woman and her wretched daughter. This was all getting tense. Danielle picked the shoes, and Marguerite through the little white Utopia book into the fireplace.

While Danielle was crying in despair of her prized possession being destroyed, B.O.B. cried loudly, "No!"

"What in tarnation's going on?" Monger's voice interrupted as the movie turned off, a plug-in in his hand. "It's lights out, monsters."

Everybody tiredly walked towards their sleeping areas. The new one's slept close to each other, with Liv in the middle and a wing around Elijah. Everyone else had their designated spots. B.O.B. and I headed to our spot. He hung his head gloomily.

"It's okay, B.O.B." I comforted, holding his hand. "It was only a movie."

"I know that." He said. "But Danielle will never get her book back."

"Don't worry. Someday, she'll get a new one."

"Really? How?" It was good to see him smile again.

"I can't tell you, but you'll see."

"Yes! I knew it!"