Chapter Four-Mrs. Beaver, Mr. Beaver and Their Band of Thugs

Mrs. Beaver snorted with distaste. Those dag-blasted Hippsta Faeries had snuck up on her without her knowing it. She had come in, with full intentions of acting all diplomaticy, but they hadn't givin her a chance before they jumped her.

"Little dudette, we got some-a news," one spoke to her with bravery, unflinchingly facing her Maximum Glare of Utter and Chaotic Doom any normal creature would writhe under. Never mind, she thought, as his eyelid gave the slightest twitch. Her power was sinking in.

"Anyways, dudette," he looked away after a few tense moments. "We've got yer little dude and we ain't gonna give 'im up fer a little stare like'in the one yer givin' me." He gestured to a struggling figure his men had dumped in a corner. Mrs. Beaver seethed.

There was nothing she could do right then, so Mrs. Beaver continued her glaring practice, enjoying her ability as she cranked it up to her specialty, the Oh, Now You're Going To Get It Glare into Your Miserable, Pathetic Soul.

Though she was tussled up like a wild turkey, Mrs. Beaver's mind was whirling. If she could alert Rodney of the on-goings without being too suspicious…

"Um, hello? Mr. Faerie," she began, turning on her chip's microphone with some difficulty. The nearest figure jumped down her throat.

"We're not 'Faeries'," he snarled angrily. "We're Hippsta Faeries. Ya got it?"

Mrs. Beaver nodded enthusiastically. "Of course. That's what I meant. Do you mind untying me any time soon? It's really uncomfortable, you see, especially being slammed against the wall so harshly-"

The Hippsta Faerie laughed. "Of course not! What kina joke is this, then?"

Mrs. Beaver smiled pleasantly. "Oh, it's no joke. In fact, when Rodney gets here, you and I are going to have some words-"

A dark figure burst through the array of Hippsta Faeries. They exclaimed loudly and protested as the girl hit every single one of them in the face with the heel of her hand.

"Hello," she greeted casually. "Need any help?" she asked, as her squad of big, buff men barged through.

Queen Lucy the Valiant grinned madly and joined in the fray.