Time to make things interesting…

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Wolf had walked me home last night, and the next day, he was sent to prison (I heard it on the 3 o'clock news). Apparently, the ape-guy he saved me from ratted him out, obviously claiming he was just an innocent victim of an attack and leaving out the part where he tried to rape me.

Godmother, he and Red would be perfect for each other if he wasn't a complete goon. I felt bad and wanted to go down to the station and explain my side of the story (aka the truth), but since the cops already have me pinned as a trouble-maker, I doubt I'd get a full testimony.

So, I asked Red to do it. "You want me to do what?!" She half-scoffed, half-shrieked.

"Just come down with me, claim that you witnessed that man trying to rape me and that Wolf saved my life," I repeated.

"No way, and let them release that hair-ball to continue to stalk me?!"

"That 'hair-ball' saved my life, and I think you should help me pay him back."

"Why can't you do it yourself?"

"You mean besides that our cousin, Goldi-Hair-Brained, framed me for breaking-and-entering and the cops have me dubbed for a criminal?"

"Look, I'd love to help you, but Jack is taking me over to his house. He planted a new bean-stalk!" She ran out the door.

"Well, I hope the giant of that stalk grinds your skank-bones into butter!" I called angrily to her. I walked out, heading downtown.

I decided to visit Geppetto's Toy Shop to ease my mood. It was the only happy place I could think of to go. I walked into the store, seeing Geppetto himself at the register.

He smiled at me. "Hello, Blu!" he said. "Haven't seen you in here in a while. How are your cousins?"

I smiled innocently at him. "Oh, same as always." I replied, sweetly. Stupid, skanky, bitchy, and worthless. I thought as I walked down an aisle of stuffed animals.

Suddenly, I spotted something on the shelf beside my head: A blue, fuzzy teddy bear, just like what my parents had bought for me, except with a large, green bow around its neck. Like a little kid, I wanted it badly, but I didn't have any money (the Dwarves wouldn't pay me until next week). I thought about stealing it, but then, that would be pretty lame--- a 14-year-old girl shop-lifting a teddy bear? Please!

But that didn't stop me from taking it and stuffing it in my hoodie. I would have gotten away, if a voice didn't ask, "What are you doing?"

I turned around to see a kid my age, slightly taller, with a thin body and jet-black hair, wearing a white shirt, green shorts and suspenders, and a funny-looking yellow, burgundy-rimmed hat with a red feather sticking out of it. I knew him too well. Pinocchio.

"None of your business, puppet-boy!" I snapped, taking the teddy-bear out of my hoodie and setting it back on the shelf (no use trying to steal it if I was already caught).

Pinocchio sneered at me. "FYI, I'm not a puppet, anymore! I'm a real---"

"There she is!" A gruff voice shouted, and I was then grabbed by two pigs in police uniforms, while a third stood in front of me. "Take her away, boys."

"Aw, c'mon! I didn't even steal anything!" I snapped, then caught myself. "Er, I mean, what's going on?!"

"An anonymous person identified you as an accomplice for the Big Bad Wolf,"

"What?! You've got it all wrong! I was almost raped by some guy, and Wolf---"

"Save it for your cell mates!" The pig to my left snapped, shoving me into the back of the police car.

Apparently, the Three 'Little' Pigs (they weren't so little to me) were tired of the other Big Bad Wolf (Wolf's older brother, Biggy, to be specific) chasing after them, so they took the Police Training Course, and are now some pretty tough bacon. The last time Biggy tried to blow down one of their houses, they shot him in the shoulder and hand-cuffed his ankles to his wrists and sent him to the State Fairytale Prison. (Bet you've never heard that version of their story).

And now, they were taking me to the local jail, for assisting the wolf who saved me with a crime I didn't do. I guess they only think the prissy girls are the victims in Fairytale Land, now.

I looked out the car window at Pinocchio, who watched me be hauled to jail.

Pinocchio's POV

I saw Blu come in from the back of the aisle. The last time I saw her, she was just a seven-year-old girl, and I was a puppet. I used to play with her, and would always tell a lie to make my nose grow, just to make her laugh. Hey, she had a cute laugh, okay?

"What are you doing?" I asked her, watching as she stuffed a teddy-bear down her shirt. I knew she was stealing it, but I didn't rush to stop her. I heard of what happened to her parents, and how they had bought the same kind of bear for her before they died, so I knew how much it must have meant to her.

"None of your business, puppet-boy!" she snapped.

Okay, I found that just plain offensive. "FYI, I'm not a puppet anymore! I'm a real---"

Before I could finish, the Three Little Pig Cops ran in and dragged her away, snapping at her about being an accomplice for the Big Bad Wolf. I was confused. The Big Bad Wolf, Biggy, was already in prison, and I knew his little brother, Wolfie, wasn't the kind of guy (or wolf) that would cause any trouble.

They threw her into the back of the car, and I watched them drive off. "Hey, dad?" I asked my father, Geppetto. "Did you hear of anything about the Big Bad Wolf?"

"Which one?" My father asked.

"Wolfie, the younger, nice one."

"Ah, yes…" he sighed. "Poor kid, went off the deep end and attacked some guy. At least, that's what a guy on the news said."

"That doesn't sound like something he would do."

"Strange, isn't it? I guess he just had an uncontrollable instinct to attack."

I shook my head. "That couldn't be. The pigs said Blu helped him. Why would a wolf need help attacking someone?"

My father shrugged. "I don't know, son. …Unless… Nah."

"What?"

"Unless, he was the one helping Blu…"

My eyes widened. "Dad, you know Blu! She wouldn't do such a thing!"

"Ya never know, Pinocchio. After all, the police do claim her to be a trouble-maker…"

I turned away, angrily. "I doubt that she is." I walked toward the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Just, to go think about this some more." Which was a lie, of course, and I was happy my nose didn't grow anymore. Actually, I was heading to the local prison, to help Blu and Wolf.

A/N: Will Pinocchio be able to help clear their names? …I'm not telling. Wait for the next chapter! Review, but don't flame.