It was 10pm at night, and Rhys and Mieu had been asleep for two hours. Lyle, however, was still tossing and turning. Then, he had an idea. He climbed out of bed and draped the bedsheet over himself. He then tiptoed over to Rhys, howling and pretending to be a ghost.

"Lyle, go to sleep, will you? We've got a long day ahead!" Rhys hissed, pulling the covers over his head. Lyle wasn't deterred.

"BOO!" he shouted. Rhys awoke with a start.

"For Pete's sake, Lyle, go to sleep!" Rhys snapped, trying to get back to sleep. Lyle hit him over the head with his pillow. Luckily for them, Mieu was still asleep.

"You want a pillow fight, do you? You're on! Even a prince needs to have some fun, right?" Rhys said, swiping up his pillow.

"You got that right." Lyle replied, ducking to avoid getting brained with Rhys' pillow. Lyle swung his pillow again and bashed Rhys on the left arm. Rhys retaliated and hit Lyle on the head with his pillow. They both started laughing.

"Rhys! Eat pillow!" Lyle yelled, hurling his pillow at the prince.

"Yum." Rhys laughed in reply. He then hurled his pillow at Lyle, who caught it in his mouth. They were making so much noise that they woke Mieu up.

"You two idiots! Get back to bed, both of you!" she yelled. Rhys and Lyle went back to their beds, giggling. When Mieu had gone back to sleep, Rhys and Lyle were still wide awake. Rhys hid under his bedsheet and cleared his throat. He put on a very feminine voice.

"Oh, Lyle, I love you!" he said. Lyle giggled, and said that he thought Mieu was talking in her sleep. Rhys began laughing, then it was Lyle's turn to hide under the bedsheet and imitate a different voice.

"I'm a filthy, ugly Layan!" he said in a very deep voice. Rhys sniggered and blew a loud raspberry from under the bedclothes. Lyle laughed out loud.

"Yuck, Mieu! Stop farting!" Lyle said. Mieu awoke again, thoroughly annoyed. She gave Lyle an icy stare.

"Lyle, will you shut up? And you as well, Rhys! Yeah, don't think I can only hear Lyle!" Mieu snapped, burying her head into her pillow. Rhys sighed.

"She's a picky old bat, huh, Lyle? Come on, let's have some more fun!" Rhys said, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the floor. He had a vest on underneath. Lyle giggled slightly, and then he headed for the bathroom. He must have thought of something.

"Rhys! Get Mieu, but don't wake her up. I got an idea!" Lyle hissed. Being as careful as he could, Rhys picked up the sleeping form of Mieu and cradled her in his arms. He carried her to the bathroom, where Lyle positioned her so it looked like she had fallen asleep on the toilet (as any cyborg with a faulty circuit would).

"Very fetching, I must admit..." Rhys sighed. Lyle nudged him, and then after a count of three...

"LOO-SLEEPER!" they both shouted together. Mieu woke up again and looked around. Then she saw Rhys and Lyle laughing their heads off. She stamped her foot on the ground.

"What do you two think you're doing, you crazy loonies? You're not even acting like a normal person, let alone a prince, Rhys! And Lyle... I thought you were better than that! No more laughing, and no more practical jokes. Next person to wake me up will find themselves in big trouble, you got that?" Mieu yelled.

"Oooooooh..." Rhys and Lyle chorused. Mieu stood up and slammed the toilet lid, startling the two of them.

"Oh, alright. You win, Mieu. I started it." Lyle mumbled, hanging his head.

"What did you say? SPEAK UP, Lyle!" Mieu snapped.

"I started it!" Lyle wailed, moving forward and embracing Mieu. She pushed him away in disgust and turned to face Rhys.

"So, what's your excuse, huh? Why did you join in with Lyle?" she asked firmly. Rhys shrugged.

"Don't try that on, Rhys! Why did you decide to join in with Lyle's crazy stuff?" Mieu asked again. Rhys shuffled slightly, and then he fiddled with a lock of his hair while he spoke.

"Well, Mieu," he said, "even a prince needs to have fun, right?" Mieu folded her arms and looked very stern.

"Yeah, Rhys, but that doesn't mean you should act like a lunatic. It's nearly 2am! You guys haven't even had any sleep whatsoever! You're going to be tired tomorrow, so don't come crying to me if you faint of exhaustion!" she yelled, turning on her heels and storming back to bed.

"Well, Mieu's right. We should get some rest." Rhys said to Lyle.

"Yeah, come on." Lyle replied, and then the twosome went to their beds.