Well, I did warn you that it would take me a little bit longer to write the next chapter. Plus, I was also writing my other story (Hunger Games, not remotely related to this one AT ALL) so that probably helped with the delay, too.

But without further ado, here is the next scene!

(There are some latecomers to the play. So the next chapter-well, this one-TECHNICALLY hasn't started. Yet.)

Romeo (above, walking toward the balcony that Hamlet and everyone else is on): So...why did you want to see this?

Juliet (close behind him): It's a date!

Romeo: Ah, a date! Wait...what's a date?

Juliet: Uh, well, you know, you do stuff together, get to know each other better. A date.

Romeo: Sounds weird to me, but whatever.

(They approach some empty seats-seats that just so happen to be next to Hamlet, Ophelia, Gertrude, Claudius, and all those other random people. They sit down.)

Claudius: Wait, who the heck are you?

Romeo: I am Romeo Montague, although names don't matter, because a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Juliet: That's MY line! *slaps him*

Romeo: Ow!

Claudius: No, no. I mean, where are you from?

Romeo: Verona. It's in Italy.

Claudius: Oh. So then I guess I can't boss you around. I'm Claudius. I'm the king of Denmark.

Hamlet (walks over to them): Denmark's a prison. *walks away*

Juliet: Um...what?

Claudius: Oh. That's my nephew. He's kind of...mentally disturbed, one might say.

(Hamlet glares at him)

Voice From Above: This is all very heartwarming, but can you guys shut up? We're TRYING to put on a show here.

Claudius: Right. Sorry.

(They finally shut up. The chapter has now started. Ariel and Puck come onstage, enchanting Ferdinand to follow them. Ferdinand can't see them-except for Puck's fake mustache.)

Ferdinand: Is this a mustache which I see before me?

Puck: Oops. *takes off fake mustache and puts it in his/her/its pocket*

Ariel (singing to the tune of Follow The Yellow Brick Road): Follow the sound of my voice. Follow the sound of my voice. Follow the, follow the, follow the, follow the sound of my voice.

(He/she/it continues singing softer and softer until the music fades away.)

Ferdinand: Where was that music coming from? Was it a goddess enchanting me? Or perhaps the floating mustache has powers of which I know not. Perhaps this island is full of mysteries, each one more intriguing than the last. Perchance we are but-

(He is interrupted by the sounds of snoring from the audience.)

Ferdinand (out of character, shouting at the audience): YOU GUYS WANTED TO SEE THIS, SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL PAY ATTENTION!

Claudius: Er. Right. Sorry.

Prospero (he and Miranda were looking in the other direction the whole time): Miranda, turn around an tell me what you see.

Miranda: I don't see...Ooh! It's a hot guy! Maybe not as hot as...I'm not sure. He's pretty hot. Is he real? Or just one of those genderless things?

Prospero: Nope. He's real. Don't ask how I know that.

Miranda: Ok. Well, in that case...OMG, IT'S A CUTE GUY!

(She runs over to him excitedly and hugs him.)

Ferdinand: Aah! Wait...whoa. I have fallen in love at first sight.

Miranda: So have I.

Romeo (above): Hmm. This seems familiar.

Juliet (also above): You're right, it does. I'm not sure why.

Ferdinand: Are you a goddess?

Prospero (under his breath): I wish.

Miranda: Uh...no...But anyway, let's happily frolic together because we've found true love!

(They begin to frolic. Don't ask how.)

Prospero (walking over): Now wait just one minute. Ferdinand-don't ask how I know your name-I think that you are a spy, even though I have no proof whatsoever.

Miranda: But he's a hot guy! Hot guys aren't evil!

Prospero: Well, too bad. He will be my slave.

Ferdinand: No way! I don't have to do anything you say, because I'm the prince of Naples! Well, actually the king, because my father died. So then I would be the king.

Hamlet (above): Pity that sort of thing doesn't happen in today's world, huh, Claudius?

Claudius (above, who was only half listening): Huh? Oh, yeah...sure. Wait, WHAT?

Prospero: I don't care. You're my slave anyway.

(He does a weird enchanty-spell-thingamajig.)

Ferdinand: I guess so, for I have no strength to fight. But nothing matters as long as I can see this beautiful creature again. For she is the-

(Prospero is snoring.)

Ferdinand: Why does no one care about the TRAGEDY of my life?

Romeo (above): Dude, if you wanted tragedy, you're in the wrong play.

Hamlet (also above): You can say that again.

Prospero (just waking up): I'm sorry, where was I? Oh yeah, you're my slave. Let's go.

(Prospero and Ferdinand exit)

Miranda: No, wait! Come back with my hot boyfriend!

(She runs after them. Ariel and Puck, the only ones left onstage, do a 5-second kickline dance before the curtain actually falls this time.)

R and J's "date" dialogue is loosely based off some from the Disney movie Enchanted. Also, Ferdinand's line-"Is this a mustache that I see before me?" is a parody of Macbeth's "Is this a dagger that I see before me?"

Everything else is my own creation, except the characters. The characters are copyright Shakespeare. Well, actually, probably not, because I don't think they HAD copyrights back then. Plus they aren't as...well, weird in the actual plays. But oh well.

Please review! And remember, if you have any character suggestions, I'm happy to hear them!