Yay! Another chapter! But bad news...summer school starts tomorrow. So the chapters probably won't be coming out quite so quickly then. :( But you never know. *shrugs*

(You know where everyone is.)

Prospero: Awake, Miranda!

(He waves his staff over her head. Nothing happens.)

Prospero: Gah! Stupid thing. Screw this.

(He shakes her awake rather violently.)

Miranda: Hi Dad...ow. I have a headache.

Prospero: Meh, shake it off. Come on, let's call my slave Caliban because I really have nothing better to do right now.

Miranda: No way! He's a stalker.

Prospero: He's not a stalker, he's a creeper. They aren't the same, despite popular belief. (louder)

Caliban, get out here!

Caliban (from offstage): No. You have enough wood. Why do you even need wood in the summer anyway?

Prospero: Because I have super-mega-foxy-awesome-hot magical skills. Plus I hate you. Get out here before my spirits viciously maul you!

(A bunny spirit hops out and stares at Prospero with big, innocent eyes.)

Prospero: Uh...yes, they'll maul you viciously. Just get out here.

Caliban (now he's onstage): I hate you, Prospero! I hate you, Miranda! I hate you, bunny spirit!

Bunny Spirit: He's meeeean! (hops away)

Prospero: Well, we all hate you too, Caliban. The feeling is mutual.

Caliban: You know what they say-there's a fine line between hate and love!

Hamlet (above): So if I tell Ophelia to go to a nunnery, it really means I love her?

Ophelia (also above): Oh, Hamlet! I never thought of it like that! I love you, Hamlet!

Gertrude (still above): And I love you, Claudius!

Hamlet (above once more): *sigh* I really shouldn't be talking during the play.

Miranda (very much onstage, aka not above): Caliban! You stalker-I mean, creeper! This is why I hate you!

Caliban: Aw, dang it. But anyway, this island used to be MINE, given to me by my mother Sycorax, a very powerful witch!

Mysterious Voice Offstage 1: Did he say, "witch"?

Mysterious Voice Offstage 2: Did he say, "Sycorax"?

Mysterious Voice Offstage C: Did he say, "anyway"?

(The three Mysterious Voices go onstage, where it is revealed that instead of being just random voices like our dear friend the Voice From Above, the three are actually-)

Prospero: Witches!

(Yeah, basically.)

Witch 1: Yes, indeed. We are witches. Or weird sisters, if you want to be WEIRD about it.

(The other two howl with laughter. No one else laughs at all.)

Witch 2: We heard the name Sycorax. We knew her, you see.

Caliban: My mother had a social life?

Witch C: Apparently. Anyway, we decided that we would drop by for a SPELL!

(No one laughs. At all.)

Witch C: Don't you get it? You know, spell? And we're witches...get it...?

Prospero: I demand you leave.

You are breaking and entering-well, as much as you can break into an island...

Witch 1: Ah, who cares. (begins to sing) Double, double, toil and trouble!

Witch 2 (still singing): Fire burn and cauldron bubble!

Witch C (also singing): Umm...uh...Something fluffy this way comes!

(The bunny spirit hops in once more.)

Prospero: Seriously, leave. My spirits are very fierce! They will chase you out if you don't start leaving right now.

Witch 1: Aww, you don't even want to have your fortune told? Macbeth had HIS fortune told!

Prospero: You said the name of the Scottish Play! On stage! Something bad's going to happen now!

(There's a long, awkward silence.)

Miranda: Well, I always knew it was just supersti-

(The bunny spirit starts turning in circles and falls to the ground in a very overdramatic death scene.)

Prospero: NO! You guys killed the bunny spirit!

Witch 1: *shrugs* Not our concern.

Witch 2: We couldn't care less.

Witch C (while waving excitedly): Bye!

(They exit.)

Prospero: Alas, poor bunny spirit. I knew her, Miranda, a spirit of infinite-

(The bunny spirit suddenly hops up, clearly not dead.)

Bunny Spirit: So how'd you guys like it? Do you think I'm good enough to play Juliet?

Prospero: Er...sorry, but Juliet's already slated to appear in the next chapter.

Bunny Spirit: No fair! That's it. I'm leaving with the witches. I hate this stupid island.

(She dons a pair of sunglasses and exits the same way the witches did.)

Prospero: ...Well then. Caliban, go get me some wood.

(Caliban exits.)

Miranda: Hey, Dad?

Prospero: Yes?

Miranda: Can I have some sunglasses like the ones the bunny spirit had?

Prospero: ...

Miranda: Great!

(Pretend the curtains close.)

This one was still pretty hard to adapt, but it was a lot of fun, too-more than I expected.

The witches are from Mac-

Prospero: DON'T SAY IT!

Whatever. The witches are from the Scottish Play, if you hadn't guessed that already. If you're wondering why they're singing a song from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, it's because the Scottish Play came first and the HP movie, much as I hate to say it, shamelessly stole part of the song.

As awesome as it would be, the bunny spirit is not from Shakespeare. She's entirely my own creation.

Prospero's partial speech- "Alas, poor bunny spirit" is a runoff of Hamlet's "Alas, poor Yorick." Because you can never have too much Hamlet. ;)

Reviews are always appreciated! :D