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Pixiedust3:Yeah, I do live in the U. S. Why? Sabrina and Puck are getting together towards the end of the story 'cause I'm cruel like that and have more fun with awkward romantic tension than actual romance. I'm glad you liked it, and thanks!

Agd: Of course I've read book seven! How could I not? Ah. There are a lot of typos 'cause I typed it on a work computer, which is old and only has awith internet explorer for its browser. I think he just hates the Blue Fairy 'cause he thinks she tricked him. MB made him hate her, too, and never really explained, so I don't quite know...

ANannyMouse: This is NOT a dream sequence, but I'll fix it to try to make it more realistic. Not the Puck thing, though. ('cause I consider it only as OOC as 'you don't need the makeup' in book 6) Happy new year to you, too!

"Oh no." Briar said again. "What do we do?"

"We have to get the puppets." Granny said. "Anything we do otherwise is just treating the symptoms and not the disease."

"Yeah, but how?" Bella asked. "There's ten of them and only six of us."

"But they're tiny!" Jake pointed out. "How hard can it be to get rid of them?"

"You guys go after them, then." Veronica said. "Henry and I will watch your backs."

"We will?" Henry blinked at Veronica, looking at the monsters that roamed the hall.

"Yes, Henry, we will." Veronica said firmly, and Henry shrugged. No use arguing.

They sprang into action, running after the marionettes. Veronica and Henry had their swords out already, and were whipping their heads back and forth, searching for anything that might attack them, but the others had their eyes on the target and were zeroed in, focusing totally. Jake was digging wands and things out of his pockets randomly, and Briar was taking half of them. Granny held her battle-axe in one hand and a broadsword in the other, though how good they'd be against puppets was debatable.

Once they reached the marionettes, the real trouble began. The little monsters were fast, tough, and pointy, and when they hit the Grimms, they hurt. Bella managed to stomp on the one that looked like Puck in the first five minutes of the battle, crushing his head, but the other nine were much harder to kill. They won out eventually, because of one disadvantage the puppets had: their strings.

Five of the marionettes got tangled in a knot, and Briar, with one of Jake's wands, caught another two on fire long-distance. She was going to do the same to the last two whole ones, but a shout from Granny stopped her.

"They've got the keys!" Granny explained. "And those aren't fireproof!"

"So, what, we catch them?" Veronica asked, slicing off a zombie's head. "How about more of you come help us, then, instead of that? If you haven't noticed, we're a little outnumbered!"

"Can't!" Briar shouted. "They're headed for a really big door, and if they let out what's inside- what is inside, by the way?"

"Frost giants!" Granny responded. "Or an ogre! Either way, if those get out, the house is going to be a mess!"

Jake pulled out a green ring and said, "Well, I was saving this, but..."

He aimed the ring at the two puppets, which were immediately enclosed in a sphere of green light and drawn back towards Jake, struggling all the way. Jake grinned when they reached him, and pointed the ring up. The green light rose up to the ceiling.

"Why were you saving it?" Bella asked. "That's useful."

"Three uses per person." Jake said. "And this is my second one." Up to the marionettes he called, "Cooperate, and I won't smash you into the ground!"

The marionettes shouted at him. Jake shrugged, and brought the green orb down to the ground with a crack, smashing the puppets.

"That was a little harsh, Jacob." Granny said, scooping up her keys.

Jake shrugged. "They were evil. Now, shouldn't we be getting to the other end of the hall? Or killing monsters?"

Briar burned the last pieces of the marionettes, and Granny led them over to a red San-Fransican trolley.

"When did this get put in?" Jake asked.

"About ten years ago." Granny said. "I needed to get something towards the far end of the hall fast. Normally Mirror would drive it, but... Henry? Would you do the honors?"

"Sure, mom." Henry said, taking the wheel as the others clambered into the trolley.

Henry started the car up and they raced down to the far end of the hall at a speed that almost made everyone sick. Once they'd reached the end of the line with a jarring halt and everyone had climbed out dizzily, they wobbled their way into the stone room, where Red was sitting alone on the floor.

"What happened here?" Veronica asked, looking around for her children. "Where are the girls?"

"In the book." Red said, standing up. "With Puck, Mirror, the baby, and Pinocchio. They left me here to tell you what happened, and then Pinocchio snuck in, and they don't know he's there, and I'm scared."

"Wait a second." Bella said. "Mirror can't leave the Hall of Wonders, right? So how is he in there?"

Veronica's eyes widened. "Because the book is in here! But if we take the book out, Mirror will have to leave!"

"But that'll mean the baby will be alone in there." Briar said. "Will he survive?"

"That's a risk we'll have to take." Granny said, picking up the still-open book. "To the trolley!"

The family, once again, ran to the trolley, and after the hair-raising ride back, Granny yanked the book out of the mirror.

There was a boil of smoke and a flash of light, then Mirror appeared, glaring at them all. "Oh, there will be Hell to pay for this." He said, and lightning grew at his fingertips.

"Where are we?" Daphne asked.

"Dunno." Sabrina said. "Puck? Any ideas?"

There was no answer. Sabrina looked around, but Puck wasn't there. Brow furrowed, she looked around the gray little room she and Daphne were in, but there was noplace for Puck to hide, and nothing that could have taken him.

"Maybe Puck went out there." Daphne said, pointing to the door.

Sabrina shrugged and opened the door, only to be greeted by a blast of color. "Where are we?" She asked.

"Not Kansas anymore, Toto." Daphne said, matter-of-fact.

"What?" Sabrina asked, looking at Daphne in confused surprise.

"Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?" A voice came from nearby.

"Oh." Sabrina said, recognizing the line. "I get it."

"Excuse us a minute." Daphne said to the short lady outside the house, then shut the door back on her. "All right," She said to Sabrina, "I think we've got two choices here: we can stick to the stories, or we can get through this as fast as possible and find the baby. Which do you think?"

"Well, it'll probably have some unforeseen consequence if we go away from the stories." Sabrina said thoughtfully, giving Daphne a small smile. "On the other hand, I have no clue how the stories go. Do you think you can copy Dorothy exactly? 'Cause I can't."

"I could try." Daphne said, but a smile was growing on her face, too. "But it might take me a while. And besides, we should probably get through this fast, to find the baby..."

Sabrina grinned. "We're going to wreak havoc here, aren't we?"

"Yup." Daphne smiled, holding out her hand five.

Sabrina slapped it and said, "Just like the good old days."

"Back when you hated everything about Ferryport Landing, you mean?" Daphne asked. "Those days?"

"Yeah, except without me hating it." Sabrina said.

"Well, let's go get busy!" Daphne grinned, pulling the door open.

"Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?" The short lady asked again, looking a bit tense.

"Sorry, no time, gotta run!" Daphne called, already running down the steps, barreling through short people.

"You haven't seen a dirty blonde boy or a bald man with a baby, have you?" Sabrina asked the crowd, running after Daphne.

"Wait!" The woman called, "You can't do that! You need to stick to the story! The revisers!"

"The what?" Sabrina asked Daphne. "You do any reading on this?"

Daphne shook her head, panting. "But revising... is," she panted, "Is what?"

"Fixing a literary," Sabrina panted, too, "work to make it go... better."

"We're... we're in a book." Daphne realized. "That doesn't... sound... good."

Sabrina shook her head, still running towards the tug that was the baby's presence, which, for the moment, was following the Yellow Brick Road. She hoped it would lead them past Puck, but if not... Well, he was a big boy. He could take care of himself. ...Mostly.

"Hey, Piggies!" A familiar voice called. "There you are! Where'd you go?"

"We were in Dorothy's house!" Sabrina snapped. "Where did you go?"

"I was on a big pole someplace, with a nail up my shirt." Puck said. "Who's Dorothy?"

"Wizard of Oz?" Daphne asked, looking at Puck funnily. "First MGM color movie ever? You're playing the Scarecrow? Ring a bell?"

Puck just looked at the little girl blankly.

"Runs the library?" Daphne asked, "Klutzy? Snow and I went to their kingdom a while ago when you went to Faerie? Silver shoes? The nasty short wizard that kidnapped my parents? Balloon? Giant witch robot?"

Realization dawned on Puck's face. "Oh!" He said, grinning. "Those people! I think I still have that robot someplace!"

"Great." Sabrina said, shifting her weight anxiously. "Can we run, now? I think I hear screaming."

Puck grabbed Daphne's hand, hoisting the girl up into the air as his wings popped out. Sabrina joined them in the air, and turned to fly towards the tug that signified her brother's location.

"What?" Puck asked. "The screaming's coming from that way." He pointed in the opposite direction. "I thought we were going towards the scared people!"

"Heck no!" Daphne shouted. "We go away from screaming people. Towards baby brother. Normally I'd say we should help, but..."

"Help?" Puck asked, looking at Daphne in confusion. "No, I want to point and laugh! Maybe make them scream more, too."

"Well, we definitely don't have time for that, gasbag." Sabrina said, heading off in the right direction. "Come on!"

They flew for a good fifteen minutes, heading who knows where, when they were stopped by a roaring shout. Sabrina looked down and saw a lion bounding after them.

"Wait!" The lion called. "Wait for me! You need me!"

"Why do we need a stupid fraidy-cat?" Puck called, then snickered. "Hah, fraidy-cat. I made a funny."

"Oh, ha-ha." The lion said, miffed. "Poke fun at the lion, why don't you? See if I don't eat you!"

"But that's not how the story goes!" Daphne protested.

The lion shrugged. "It's too late anyway, the revisers are here already. So I might as well take you with me!"

"See, the great thing about this is that we can fly." Sabrina said. "And you can't. So... bye!"

"See ya, sucker!" Puck called as they flew off, leaving the lion in the dust.

"You know..." Daphne said thoughtfully. "If I were Dorothy, I wouldn't want to go home. Oz is kind of awesome! Why did she leave?"

"Daph, for the time being, you are Dorothy." Sabrina said. "I think. I mean, you've got the dress and all." She gestured to Daphne's checkered dress. "So you can be Dorothy and stay here forever."

"Wait." Puck said. "If she's Dorothy, and I'm the Scarecrow, that means you must be... the dog?" He snickered.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want." Sabrina said. "At least my face doesn't look like a dog's... does anyone else see that?" She asked, pointing.

"See what?" Daphne asked.

"That random door." Sabrina said, still pointing. "Right there. In the middle of nowhere. That's opening. Right there."

"Oh." Daphne said. "That door. Hey, is it just me, or is the baby through that door?"

"Seems like it." Sabrina said, peering at the door. "Weird..."

"So we go through the door, then?" Puck asked.

"Yup." Sabrina said, flying down to the doorway. "Wonder where it came from..."

Puck shrugged. "Who knows? By the way, don't be so sure about who's got the dog face around here." He grinned at her and flewthrough the doorway.

"You little-" Sabrina muttered, flying after him, "I'm going to get you for that."

There was a swirling, and then Sabrina found herself in a mass of fog.

"Where are we?" Daphne aske. "And why's it so foggy?"

"Dunno." Puck shrugged, dropping her. "And... wow, girls, what are you two wearing?"

Sabrina looked down at herself and over at Daphne. "Umm... rags, it looks like. Wanna head for that tree? Maybe we can get above the fog." She pointed at someting green through the mist.

"Sure." Daphne said. "Might as well."

They flew to the green splotch, but as they got closer, it looked less and less like a tree.

"Is that..." Daphne squinted. "That's a beanstalk. We're in Jack and the beanstalk. Which means... what does that mean, exactly?"

"I'm goinna go with we're Jack and his mom." Sabrina said. "Don't know who you are, Puck."

"The goose?" Daphne suggested. "Or maybe the giant."

There was a muffled thump, and Sabrina snickered, saying, "I'm thinking that's the giant. Goose."

"Not funny." Puck said, shoving Sabrina. "But we should probably fly."

"Yup." Sabrina agreed, thinking that, in actuality, Daphne ought to be the goose, since she could shapeshift and all. But maybe there ws a reason the book chose who it did for each part.

"What are you imbeciles doing here?" A familiar and annoying voice came through the fog.

"Pinocchio?" Sabrina asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Attempting to remedy my history, of course!" Pinocchio snapped. "But I questioned you prior to your verbiage! Respond!"

"What does that mean?" Daphne asked, brow furrowing.

"He's going to change his story." Sabrina said, then, turning to Pinocchio, continued, "and why can't you just say, 'I asked you first'? It's so much easier!"

"However, it doesn't allow me to take full advantage of my immense vocabulary." Pinocchio pointed out. "You are simply envious of my brainpower."

Puck snorted. "Right.. Grimm may not be the brightest bulb in the tool shed, but even she's smarter than you are."

"Listen, this is great and all," Sabrina said, "But we don't have time for this." She grabbed Pinocchio's arm and dragged him to the beanstalk. "You need to climb down this after us. See ya!"

"What?" Pinocchio asked. "But..."

It was too late. Puck and Sabrina had already flown off the cloud towards the ground, and Sabrina had found an axe, and was chopping at the tree.

"What are you doing?" Daphne asked. "He'll fall!"

"He deserves it." Sabrina said grimly.

The beanstalk began to fall, and a door appeared behind them Sabrina pulled it open and began to step through, pulling Daphne after her.

"Puck, grab him!" Daphne shouted, pointing at the frantic Pinnochio.

Puck gave Daphne an incredulous look, but flew up and grabbed the bucktoothed boy before flying back to and through the doorway.

There was the swirling sensation again, and then they landed on solid ground.

"Where are we now?" Daphne asked.

"A library." Pinocchio said, looking around.

"I can see that." Daphne said in a 'no duh' voice. "I meant what story."

"You're not in a story." A voice said, causing all four children to jump and spin around. "You're in my study, where you can't do any more trouble, thank the lord. You've only been in my book for two stories, and already you're changing history left and right."

"Who are you?" Puck asked, getting into a protective stance in front of the girls.

"I'm the Editor." The owner of the voice said. He was a tall old man rather like Mr. Clay, but with smaller eyebrows and a much longer face. He also looked much less cheerful. In his lap sat one of the ugliest creatures Sabrina had ever seen: a pink blobby thing with more teeth than she could count and four skinny legs.

"Nice to meet you." Sabrina said, staring at the thing. "What's that?"

"This is a reviser." The Editor said. "They clear the slate and allow me to rewrite the stories if they are disrupted in any way."

"By eating everything." Sabrina said flatly, putting two and two together.

"Well, not always everything." The Editor said. "But usually."

"That's awful!" Daphne wailed. "You're mean!"

"What I do is necessary and I do not enjoy doing it." The Editor said. "However, I have a request for you."

"What's that?" Puck asked warily.

"There is another person in here, causing as much trouble as you are. He's destroyed four stories already and is on a fifth one. I need you to stop him, because, though I have many abilities, leaving this room is not something I can do, nor wish to."

"Really?" Daphne asked. "You don't want to go anywhere?"

"Why should I?" The Editor asked. "I have everything I need right here. Will you take me up on my offer?"

"Sure." Sabrina said. "We need to find him anyway. But can you watch Mr. Nose over there? I don't need him on my watch the whole time."

"If I must." The Editor said with a sigh.

"He won't get out, right?" Daphne asked. "He wants to change his story. That's bad, yes?"

"Very." The Editor said. "And rest assured, he will be secure here."

"Thanks." Sabrina said, turning for the door. She opened it, and stepped out into chaos.