HI!

Yep I'm really doing weekend updates now! Surprising I know *fake sarcasm*. Well anyway I'm now working on deaging for the following subjects:

Sky High- Warren Peace

REPO! The Genetic Opera- Pavi and Graverobber

Avatar: The Last Airbender- Ozai

Also any ideas for this story are accepted gratifyingly. Also thanks for all you Banshee and Jupiter fans! Here's a back-story for you:

Those dogs are actually based on my aunt's dogs, Banshee and Jupiter. Its kind of an 'in loving memory' reference seeing as Jupiter died of heart failure, among other complications about four years ago. Banshee though is still alive and puppy-like even though she's 13. And I will include Banshee and Jupiter in all my new deaging stories too.

Well enough of that story, ON WITH THE SHOW!

Janet POV

I couldn't help but notice Brad stiff-up at the sight of the two large and oddly colored dogs. Riff Raff looked non-plused and just went back to picking with his silver wear.

I noticed that as I set Frank in my lap both the dogs formally sat on either side of the chair with their heads peeking just above the rim of the large ornate table. They seemed to be true guard dogs of their now young master.

These dogs really know what their doing! I thought to myself, though I soon remembered that that wasn't the case.

Yes they do. I practically raised them when I was at home in the palace. Frank's 'voice' was filled with pride and true joy. He slightly-and with much caution-leaned over from his spot to pet Jupiter on the head comfortingly, though I didn't know who he was truly comforting: himself-from his nervousness of the two males currently in the room, or the dog-from their up tight guard station.

Author POV

Maggie walked into the room moments later with a cart covered with many platters and covered dishes. The center piece of the food was a mass of large stacks of waffles and pancakes. The less important sides consisted of eggs (sunny-side up, scrambled or even in omelets) sausages, grits, and hash-browns. Truly it was quite the early morning feast.

Dr. Scott was wheeled into the room by Rocky and they sat close to Janet and Maggie, Rocky seemed hesitant of the dogs obviously remembering the earth dogs sent on him as he 'escaped'.

Rocky I promise they won't hurt you. They're mine, and do only as I say. Your safe with them, they won't bite unless they feel I'm in danger. Frank said smiling softly to his creation.

Dr. Scott seemed fascinated by their colors rather then where they came from. "Are these another set of experiments you've made Frank?" he said slightly disapproving.

No actually, these are mine. They are from my home planet and are also aware of everything you say. Their collars function the same as my 'necklace' you see. Frank said while fingering his necklace-turned-sash before moving his attentions to the plate being set in front of him.

Janet quietly fed him, with very little resistance on his part. She only got a negative answer if something was too hot or he wanted her to get more on the spoon.

"What's with the dogs?" Brad asked keeping his constant stare on the two dogs nervously.

"Their Frank's, they're just doing what they were raised to do: following him around." Magenta said as she helped herself to the eggs.

Frank-being completely oblivious to the current conversation- heard a beeping noise come from one of the other rooms. He screamed at the top of his lungs before stating MUMMY! MUMMY'S CALLING! At that statement Magenta hurriedly scooped Frank up and ushered him out of the room; Janet and the massive dogs at her heels.

They moved into a large room that seemed to have all types of tech lining the walls. The large screen though is what drew her attention.

The Transsexual lightning bolt insignia adorned the center of the screen, when Magenta pressed a yellow button a face came into view then the rest of her. The woman was tall and slender; she had strange markings-tattoos-adorning her pale arms legs and some of her face. Her hair was a very long main of loosely curled crimson-blood red that seemed to get darker the further down casting the illusion of velvet or rivulets of blood. Her eyes were enchanting, they adorned a shade of grey that had dark lines curling over the top and bottom, giving off a design of black wings. The woman's eyes themselves were a surprising scarlet with an outer black ring. An obsidian circlet on her head showed her as royalty.

"Your majesty!" Magenta bowed deeply and elbowed Janet to get her to do the same.

"You know you don't have to do that Magenta! Please rise, where is my son?" came her thick Latin accent and that's when it clicked in Janet's mind THAT'S FRANK'S MOM?

Well don't act so surprised! I find that rather offensive! Frank huffed before crossing his arms-careful to avoid the bruises there.

"Frankie is that you!" the queen nearly howled, her surprise definitely making itself known. Her eyes turned alarmingly from scarlet to black.

Yes mummy, there was an incident in the lab and the vapors had a rather undesired affect. He gestured to himself.

"Well I can see that. Did anything else happen?" she asked curiously.

Frank whimpered at the memory of last night's accident. Magenta sensed this and told the seemingly-young queen whose eyes slowly turned completely black with rage.

"HOW COULD THEY DO THAT? DO THEY KNOW OF THE PENALTY FOR ABUSING ROYALTY?" Magenta soon realized that she had just ratted out her older brother to someone who will most likely kill him and she didn't seem to care. "Frank I'm sending you sisters down there!"

Frank seemed fine with the idea until something stuck in his mind WAIT! WHICH SISTERS? He asked suddenly scared.

"The Goths dear, the Preps are at your Aunt Jezebel's house." She said non-plused at her son's reaction.

After the chat was over Janet turned towards Frank, "Goths and Preps? What kind of family do you have?"

My siblings are split practically down the middle; the ones coming here are the ones more like me. The Preps are absolute kill-joys.

So, I know this is kinda short, sorry. But next we get to meet Frankie's sisters! I hope your waiting with antici… pation to see what they're like.

Bye-bye yal