*Aftermath of the Art Show (sequel to The Art of Passion)*

Pythor was playing chess with Zane while Fangtom looked out the window for any signs of Skales and Amber. A minute later, the Anacondrai looked up from the chess table to glance up at his Fangpyre comrade.

"Fangtom, are you still keeping an eye out for those two lovebirds?" he asked with a slight chuckle. "You've been at that window for hours now."

"Three hours and forty-five minutes, actually," Zane corrected, still focusing on the game. "He sat down a while after we dropped Skales and Amber off at the museum."

"You know what I mean, Zane," the Anacondrai replied with annoyance. "I am simply saying that Fangtom should stop being such a worrywart."

"I can't help it," Fangtom replied, turning to his superior. "All this waiting around is getting me antsy! What if Skales said something to upset Amber but it was an accident? What if they got mugged? What if—"

"Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps they got back already, and you didn't notice because they came on the opposite side of the ship?" asked Pythor. Long pause…before the Fangpyre face-palmed one of his heads.

"Stupid!" He then got up and slithered over to the door, and Pythor silently sighed with relief.

Maybe I can finally get more concentration on the game…

"Checkmate." Pythor looked down with surprise that the Nindroid has taken down his king with a bishop.

"Darn it!" In the meantime, Fangtom had just opened the door to see Skales in the hallway, swishing around all day-dreamy.

That must be a good sign…hopefully.

"Uh, welcome back, Skales." Pythor and Zane looked up with interest.

"Judging by the dreamy look in your eyes," Zane said with a slight smile, "I would compute that your date with Amber went well?" Skales didn't answer but instead sighed a lovestruck sigh.

"I think we can take that as a yes," Pythor replied with a smirk.

"I kissed her…" Skales sighed dreamily. "And she kissed me back…"

"SERIOUSLY?!" the three of them cried in unison. Fangtom then hugged the Hypnobrai in reply, snapping him out of it.

"You big dope!" he laughed. "Why didn't you come clean sooner? You two had me worried sick!"

"I also calculate that there is going to be a second date," Zane whispered to Pythor.

"I also have a feeling that Skales is mere moments away from proposing to her as well," the Anacondrai concurred slyly. "So…best out of five?"

*French Date (Starring my OC)*

Pam smiled shyly at Pythor as he pushed her chair in. Despite this secret rendezvous she's having with the Anacondrai, the Yellow Ninja couldn't help but enjoy herself. One of the moments she can actually enjoy the peace between herself and the Serpentine is when she's spending time with him like back at Alura and Fangtom's wedding.

Right now, she's having dinner with him at a cute French restaurant in Ninjago City. At first, Pam was worried that the people also dining there would freak out if they see Pythor. Fortunately, he used a mirage spell to make people think he's a human, so she now has nothing to worry about.

"See, Pamela?" he said as he took his seat opposite of her. "We have nothing to worry about. We can enjoy our romantic outings together without any interruptions." Pam smiled in reply as he placed his hand on hers.

"I know," she replied, looking up at his fuchsia eyes. "You're just so amazing. Is there anything you can't do?"

"Well," he purred with bedroom eyes, "I can't enjoy my day without seeing your adorable smile, my little croissant."

"Oh, Sacre Bleu," she giggled. "I had no idea you spoke French."

"Oh, trust me, ma petite," he replied, lifting her chin up with one claw. "I am full of surprises." As this was going on, Jay, Nya, and Lloyd were watching them from behind the screen of a private booth they're hiding in.

"Okay, serious," Lloyd said with a wrinkled nose, "if those two say anymore French mushy stuff, I'm gonna throw up on the snails."

"It's pronounced escargot, Lloyd," Jay replied.

"What's the difference? The French are just plain nuts."

*Worse than Detention (Deleted Fan-Scene from Double Trouble)*

"Ow…my aching head…"

"Well, well, well…it looks like Mr. Chumsworth is awake." Recognizing the voice as Brad from the garden, Pythor shot his eyes open to find himself tied up and lying on the floor in one of the classrooms. And he's surrounded by Lloyd's old classmates…but where's Lloyd?

"Boys?" he asked, not liking the look they're giving him. "What is this, a made up custom for Ninja Day? Where's Lloyd?"

"I'm over here!" Pythor looked up to find the Green Ninja tied onto a chair.

"What is going on here?" he then demanded. "Why did you tie us up like this?"

"It's an intervention," Gene answered. "We want the old Lloyd back."

"Intervention? But Lloyd isn't that kind of a boy; he's destined to be a hero. And what does this have to do with me?!"

"Let's say we want payback for what you did to us a while back," Brad answered with a sneer.

"Oh, come on!" he replied with agitation. "I said I was sorry!"

"Doesn't matter," a blond boy answered. "Time for your punishment!" Pythor just smirked in reply.

"What are you going to do? Give me detention? Oh, I'm so scared!"

"Uh, Pythor?" Lloyd replied as the Serpentine laughed at his own joke. "I think it's gonna be worse than detention." The Anacondrai stopped laughing and turned to his little brother with confusion.

"What do you mean?" Lloyd gulped in reply.

"That!" Pythor turned to the boys to see that they brought out a weird machine of some kind with large feathers.

"What's that for?"

"You'll see soon enough," Gene answered. "It's a new device of torture I built." He then set the machine besides Pythor's stomach and pressed a green button. The snake's eyes shot up wide with horror when the feathers lowered themselves onto his exposed abdomen.

"No! Wait! Don't let it—HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO, I CAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Pythor was cut by his own laughter as the feathers began moving about against his stomach, tickling him much to his own dismay. And since the ropes have pinned him down to the ground, he couldn't move or roll away.

"It works!" Gene cried with delight. "My Tickle Torture 2000 works!"

"TURN IT OFAHAHAHAHAHA!" Pythor begged, tears starting to form in his eyes. "SOMEBOHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Guys, stop it!" Lloyd cried angrily. "He hates that!"

"Don't worry, Lloyd," Brad replied as Gene turned it off by pressing the red button on the machine. "It's just an example of what will happen to those who mess with us."

"You…you boys…are…are evil," Pythor replied in between pants.

"How polite of you to have noticed, Mr. Chumsworth," Gene replied with a menacing grin. "But you better keep quiet. One word out of you, and you'll be going through that torture for a full 1.5 minutes, no less than that." Pythor gulped in reply as Brad walked up to the tied up Lloyd.

"C'mon, Lloyd," he said to him. "Doesn't a part of you miss being bad?"

"Of course not!" Pythor snapped, forgetting about the threat. "Lloyd would never—PFFFHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHAHAHAHAHAHA! CUT IT OUHAHAHAHAHAHA!"