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Rule Eight

Good friends make sure you don't do stupid things. Best Friends not only do stupid things with you, they encourage you to do them.

Holly and Juliet stood outside Artemis's bedroom. It was St. Patricks day, and Holly had come prepared. All the Recon officers got St. Patricks day off, and Holly had used her break to visit the surface, and pick up a few things from the prank shop.

Juliet caught the bottle that Holly tossed her.

"You are aware that he will KILL us when he wakes up, right?"

Holly shrugged. "Yeah."

They snuck into the room and found Artemis asleep at his beloved keyboard. Juliet looked nervously at Holly.

"You are sure you know how to use this stuff, right?"

Holly grinned. "First time for everything."

Artemis woke up a few hours later, and after waking into the bathroom and looking into a mirror, he chased a giggling Holly and Juliet around the house. He chased them outside into the garden, heard a clacking noise, and he couldn't see them. He walked a few paces forward, and he saw that the side of the shed had been painted with the remaining green dye in the bottle.

REMEMBER RULE EIGHT ARTY

He sighed, and then looked over the hill in which Juliet and Holy were in a heap of limbs, laughing their heads off. Apparently they had gone down the hill in a wheelbarrow. That was stupid, they could have gotten hurt. Then he re read what they had written on the shed. He regretted teaching them his rules.

Artemis Fowl Sr. had been watching his son tear around the house chasing Juliet and another girl. He started to roll his eyes and go back to bed when he did a double take and walked over to the balcony overlooking the living room. Since when had Arty's hair been bright green?

…..

Qwan tried to pull himself together. He was the closest thing No1 had to family, so he tried to fill the position of Father.

"What were you doing again?"

No1 sighed. This was the second time through. "Well…"

No1 peeped through the curtain to Mulch. "Are you sure this is a good idea?

Mulch grinned. "No, it isn't, but is IS fun.."

No1 nodded, reassured.

Foaly had gotten hooked on Mud man games, and had discovered Pac-Man. He had immediately gotten creeped out by the 3-D ghosts projected by the gas screens, and had immediately gone back to galaga. Mulch had been there and seen Foaly's face, so he decided to recruit No1, doodah, and Trouble to be the ghosts. The Plan was to have Holly run through the OPS booth in all yellow, which would confuse him. They would all be chasing Holly in colored sheets with googly eyes attached.

The three crept up on the OPS booth, and when Foaly let Holly in, they jumped from their positions and followed her in, yelling and screaming and laughing.

Foaly took one look at them all, and promptly wet his pants.

Qwan happened to be the room to, and saw No1 get tangled in the sheet, after accidentally getting a shock from the plasma floor.

"…So that's what happened." finished No1.

Qwan rubbed his eyes. He had about wet his pants to, because for a minute he thought he saw three quantum zombies from the time stream.

"..Why.."

No1 shrugged. "Rule number eight."

Qwan raised his eyebrow

" Good friends make sure you don't do stupid things. Best Friends not only do stupid things with you, they encourage you to do them."

Yeah! Rule Nine! I don't update on Sunday, but I do take suggestions, and answers to the questions on the previous three chapters! Thanks for reviewing!