Clary's disbelief grew as she scrolled through her ipod music library. Every song that she had that kidz bop sang, the kidz bop version was on there.

Clary warily clicked on a song that kidz bop hadn't covered. Her eyes widenend. It was a bunch of kazoo's playing the melody.

Click. Ducks quaking the song.

Click. Magnus singing the song. He sounded suspiciously drunk.

Click. By the Angel. Magnus, Alec, and Izzy singing. It was truly terrible. And entertaining. It was almost worth the change of her music library to hear it. Especially Alec attempting to rap.

Simon stared at his bedroom ceiling. So far mainly Jace and Clary had been targeted. He had a hunch that he was going to be next. Maybe being an animal for three days. Being a horse would be nice. He could trample his enemies and ride off into the sunset.

His enemy would be laying down begging to be saved. And he would shake his mane and go "Neiighhh!" Yes. Yes. How badass.

But knowing his luck he'd be turned into a flamingo.

Simon turned onto his side and tried to think of other things. Pranks, Oreos, the names of seraph blades,etc. But it was no use. He kept picturing himself as a bright pink bird.

He picked up the phone and dialed Izzy.

"Hello?"

"Izzy. If by some chance I was turned into a flamingo, would you still love me?"

There was silence on the other end for a minute. "You'd only be a bird for a maximum of three days."

"Would you still love me for those three days?"

Izzy snorted. "Yes. You'd be a great flamingo trust me." Simon could hear crashing in the background. "Oops, gotta go. Plotting to do, and a drum-playing Magnus to stop."

Simon smiled. "Have fun."

Magnus frowned and banged on a symbol. "There has to be one instrument I can play."

"Well" Izzy drawled and grabbed his drumsticks. "The drums are not it."

"Crushing my dreams." Magnus said sadly. He picked up a guitar from behind him and experimentally strummed it. One of the strings popped loose. "Gah."

"Why don't you try a recorder?"

Magnus eyed her. "I am above the level of a recorder. Those are for the elementary schoolers and the unimaginative." He pulled out a bagpipe.

Alec intervened. "No. No way."

Magnus looked disappointed. "I could've worn a kilt."

"Look fashionable and destroy everyone's hearing! That's multi-tasking." Izzy said. "Now, plotting time."

"I think we should focus on Simon. And Jace. He's fun to mess with." Magnus mused.

"But no tuning Simon into a flamingo." Izzy said.

"How about Jace?" Magnus wanted to know.

Alec smirked. "He'd probably enjoy it. Pecking people and flying after them."

Izzy blinked. She had a vivid image of Jace the flamingo standing outside the window and trying to look intimidating. "He would. I have an idea for Simon."

Simon looked warily at the package of oreos outside his door. The tag read"Peace offering." "This must be a trap."

Clary hummed. "It could be."

Simon took an oreo and bit into it. After he chewed he could feel his soul slowly shattering. "Gggghhhh."

Clary looked at him. "You okay?"

"No. Who could do this to oreos? The inside isn't creamy goodness. It's toothpaste."

"You're too trusting Simon." Clary said pointing a finger at him. "This is war. Remember? Truces and everything."

"But." He looked longingly at the cookies. "Maybe only some of them have toothpaste in them. They're pretty lazy right?"

"If you want to risk, please, go on."

Izzy swung down the hallway to her room with Alec following closely behind. "I think you're going easy on Simon." Alec teased.

"Nope. He really loves oreos. He will be crushed."

Alec paused at Simon's door and cocked his head. "The cookies are gone. And I don't hear any sounds of heartbrokenness."

Izzy stopped to listen. They both heard a faint "Gggghhhh."

"Close enough." Izzy said.

Alec laughed and they continued on to Izzy's room. "Will he ever trust you again?" He asked sarcastically.

"I think I'll manage to earn it back." Izzy pushed her door open and froze. "Oh Hell no."

Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. All the reviews and favorites and follows certainly brightened my day :) I feel sickness creeping onto me. Curse you allergies and a traitor immune system. But anyways, next chapter will have a fair amount of Izzy's wrath.

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