Author's note: Back again guys! So this idea was by StoryWriter2003. I'm sure you guys will enjoy this because I thought the idea was unbelievably cute XD and Nippy gets his revenge in this chapter as well. I got it off Tumblr by one of the people I follow, though I can't remember who it was. I thought it was hilarious and I couldn't way to do it, so I thought I would collaborate. Please review and leave ideas if you want!

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I sadly own nothing

This could not be happening.

Capone stared at his reflection in the mirror, his cheeks puffing up in anger at the image that lay before him. For some reason unknown, though he had an idea it had something to do with that stupid tablet, he was a toddler. His clothes were now too big for him, the material dragging on the floor as he toddled around; often tripping on the pant legs.

"Capone! You're little!"

He rolled his eyes. "Genius observation, Jimmy," he grumbled. "Anything else you want to point out?"

His men had no idea how to handle the situation. Unlike the stoic Russian guards and spastic French soldiers, they remained utterly confused. "What do we do?" asked Jimmy, who took his hat off his head. "I mean, the boss turned into a kid. Do we still take orders from him?"

"Of course you do!" he snapped, stamping his foot on the ground. All that accomplished was making him look more childish. "I may be the size of a child, but I can still give you a good licking!"

That shut Jimmy up, though the others continued to look uneasy. He sighed, stepping out of his pants and removing the pinstripe jacket. The shirt underneath almost made him look like he was wearing a dress, but it would have to do. "Follow me," he commanded, picking up his gun that felt rather heavy now. "Let's go find Ahk!"

When they found Ahkmenrah, the pharaoh stared at him for the longest time. His lips twitched as he tried to hold back a laugh. "I honestly have no idea why it's doing this," the ancient pharaoh apologized. "It turned Napoleon into a cat a couple weeks ago, so this isn't exactly surprising. If it doesn't wear off by tomorrow, well, I'm sure we'll think of something."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's so reassuring," he muttered sarcastically. "Useless sap."

"Oh, ce est trop bon!"

He scowled, turning his small body around to see Napoleon smirking down at him evilly. The Emperor knelt down, placing his hands on his knees to sneer at him. "This must be revenge for making me dress up as a maid! Ha!"

He crossed his arms, trying to appear nonchalant. "Say whatever you want, Nippy," a grin lit his face as the General scowled. "But if you turned back into a wax figure by morning, then so will I."

"We'll see about that."

Napoleon then knelt down, picking him up as he began to squirm. "Put me down! He yelled, thrashing around. He now completely understood why the miniatures hated by picked up now. "I am not some child you can just pick up!"

"Really? Because you certainly look like one," Napoleon and his men snickered, and even a few of his own men cracked smiles. "So, since you looked after me when I was a cat, I will take care of you."

To be honest, he didn't really like the way Nippy was grinning down at him. For the first time in his entire wax figure life, he felt slightly afraid of the General. The French emperor had the advantage this time, and whatever he was planning, it was probably not good. Nippy sat down on the steps, placing his child like body on his lap.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What are you up to, Nippy?" he asked accusingly. "You have the same look I do when I'm about to plan something."

Napoleon only shook his head. "I have nothing planned, honestly," he started, the smirk not leaving his face. "In fact, there is something I've been wanting to tell you."

"What?"

"Vous étiez trés mignon comme un bébé."

He sighed, rolling his eyes up towards the Frenchman. "Nippy, you know I don't speak French. Now, what did you just say?"

"Nothing."

He continued to press on. "No, really, what did you say? You can't expect me to not wonder about what you just said!"

Nippy only smiled sweetly, though on him, it looked rather evil. "You'll just have to look it up."

"You little-"

The French guards then came running in, each of them carrying boxes of what looked like…crayons. He turned to Napoleon in confusion. "Crayons? Nippy, I may look like a child, but I assure you…"

"They're not for you," Napoleon said briskly. "They're for us."

"What?"

The Emperor continued to carry him as he stood up, not meeting his eyes. "When you dressed me up as a maid several nights ago, I began plotting my revenge," he smiled evilly. "Your lack of color has always…let's just say bothered me a little and I decided I wanted to change that."

"Nippy, you can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am."

The guards all took out different colored crayons, stepping towards him slowly as he began to flail in the Emperor's arms. Napoleon took a yellow crayon, continuing to smile. "Now, hold still. It's completely washable, I assure you."

"That's not reassuring at all!"

When they were done, he felt unclean. His entire shirt was colored with red, pinks, oranges, yellows, greens, blues and an assortment of purples. The rest of his suit was the same and he had to hide his head in shame. He did have to hand it to Nippy though for being so clever. Who knew the General had it in him to be so devious?

Larry looked at the mess of crayons and clothes then shook his head. "I'm not even going to ask," he said as he walked away. "Just have it cleaned before sunrise."

Aw, poor AL XD that's what he gets for dressing Nippy up like that. I'll let you guys figure out what the translations say ;) till then, review!