Chapter Nine

Aladdin's POV

I wanna make love in this club, in this club, in this club, in this club. I wanna make love in this club, in this club, in this club, in this club...

"You have got to be kidding," I mumbled under my breath. Tinker Bell was dancing to the wretched sounds slinking its way out of the stereo system. Her ass was rocking big time, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out why. This was not music, but on the other hand, Peter's choice wasn't much better. Linkin Park? Who listens to them?

"Baby, you want chocolate or strawberry?" Tink called from the kitchen where she was preparing ice-cream shakes.

"Chocolate," I called back. Given a choice I'll choose chocolate every time.

Just as I was about to change the CD, Abu came in. He gave me a weird look. You know, one of those looks that say you don't want to know but I'm going to tell you anyway.

"Um, Aladdin," he started. I waited, and waited and waited some more until a minute passed and Abu still hadn't continued.

"You gunna elaborate on that, Abu?" I prompted.

"A bear, a bunny, two raccoons, a fox, and a stunk are blockading the entryway," he shot out as fast as a talking monkey can. I just stared at him.

"And that's not all," he continued. "They got grenades."

Peter's POV

"Hold on, hold on!" I said. Looking at Nibs I knew I had to act fast. One of his bunny ears was flopped in his face, but the grenade in his hand wouldn't waver. He was going to bomb Tink's house. Funny, but not good.

"One, why are you blockading Tink's house?" I firmly asked. "Two, why are you guys holding grenades!"

"Why not?" came Cubby's reply.

"Because you're going to get someone hurt. And didn't a monkey pass by here?"

"Yep, we let him pass," informed Nibs. "But we did put a tracking device on him, and a timed BUD."

"What's a BUD?" I asked.

"A Blow Up Device," Cubby answered.

"This isn't a war!" I said, but I couldn't keep the laughter out of my voice and the whole dramatic scene died. Not that there was a dramatic scene or anything. I kind of felt bad for the monkey, but not really. He hung out with the loser Aladdin, the pixie stealer. Oh, I did loath that pixie stealer.