The Mischief Makers

by ioanacristina007

School was over, and Missie and her gang of NeoPets were running through the playground, into the streets and straight into the woods behind the Wishing well, where they had built a clubhouse. Most of the NeoPets in Missie's club had been abandoned by their owners into the woods, but some, like Missie herself, had ran away at night and stayed in the woods. Missie was a yellow Wocky, and she was a real troublemaker. She had started her club to find other NeoPets that loved chaos as much as she did. The Seven Mischief-Makers, as they called themselves, devoted their time to wreaking havoc in Neopia.

Missie climbed on the rock in front of the clubhouse and announced, "Okay, guys, it's Friday. We have two whole days to do whatever we want. I think we should do something special this weekend. Any ideas?"

"Well, we could catch some cockroaches and free them inside the Food Store," said Snokes, a green Blumaroo.

"Nah, " said Missie. She made a face. "We did that already, and plus we might poison somebody." She looked around. "We want to make people sick, not dead."

"Well, we could toilet-paper that statue Chia Shakespeare!" cried Fangs, a blue Korbat.

"We could break into the bank and steal some NPs!"

"How about we cover the Grooming Parlour with eye-shadow?"

"Why don't we..."

Missie listened to all the ideas but none of them seemed too bright. "One at a time! " she yelled.

"I know what we could do," said Skye, a blue Aisha.

Missie grinned. Skye always had good ideas and good excuses. She looked like an angel, but she was devious. Missie also knew that Skye was very sad, deep down, because she had been abandoned as a baby, and she had lived 3 years with Ms. Worley before she ran away.

"What should we do?" she asked.

"Well..." Skye hesitated, then said, "We could free all the NeoPets in the pound."

"Great idea!"

"Yeah!"

"Let's do that!"

"That would really wreck Neopia," laughed Missie.

"Great idea. Let's do it now."

They made their way to the pound quickly. Finally they reached their destination: a small grey building, with a red sign above the door: NEOPIAN POUND. It seemed oddly depressing.

"Let's go," said Missie.

Arf, a red Gelert, pushed open the door. They walked through a dark, gloomy hall and soon came into a room with two desks. A smiling blue Blumaroo sat at one of them. ADOPT, said a sign under him. At the other desk was a mean, short-tempered woman all NeoPets feared: Ms. Worley. She wore purple eye-shadow and lipstick. There was a brown mole on her cheek. Her red hair was pulled into a tight bun at the back.

"What d' ya want?" she boomed. She leaned closer and gave them a cold, penetrating look. "Hey! Aren't you those annoyin', trouble-makin' wild NeoPets?"

"In person," grinned Fangs.

"Well, git! I don't need ya here to wreck my pound." She glared at them.

"Go!" whispered Missie to Arf.

Arf jumped on Ms. Worley's desk and started sobbing.

Ms. Worley looked quite taken aback, but she boomed: "Aren't you that Gelert I had last year, the one that ran away?" Arf nodded, his shoulders heaving as he sobbed and cried fake tears. "Well! Ya should've stayed here! I bet you see that now. The wild life ain't suitin' ya at all."

She didn't notice 6 other NeoPets had walked quietly past her... "Split up! " said Skye, "We'll cover more ground. That way we'll release more pets."

She stopped in front of a small cage, where seven Chias were trying to sleep. They were very cramped, dirty and hungry.

"Help us..." moaned a blue one. Skye opened the door to the cage immediately. With a big 'Hurray!' the Chias ran out, towards the big, now open back door.

"Hey! Not so fast! " called Skye. "You owe me one now! Come back and help me free some more pets!"

Within two minutes half the pound was free. Chias, Kikos, Aishas, Usul, Kaus and Tuskanninys were running as fast as they could outside, towards freedom.

Snokes grinned. "We did it!" he told Missie.

But Fangs, who was guarding the door, ready to bolt if Ms. Worley approached, said, "She's coming! Get out!"

"Let's go!" yelled Missie.

But Skye wouldn't move. She remembered how miserable she had been in the pound. "There are about forty other pets back there," she said, pointing to a small passage to her left.

"There's no time!" hissed Missie. "She'll catch you! Come on!"

But it was too late. With an almighty roar Ms. Worley burst into the room with Arf and the yellow Blumaroo behind her. She was furious.

"Run for it!" shrieked Groux, a yellow Grundo. All the remaining NeoPets, and six Mischief-Makers ran out. But a small blue Aisha remained. She ran down the passage as fast as she could. Fangs and the blue Blumaroo remained with Ms. Worley.

"WHAT have you been doing to my Pound? " she yelled. "How DARE you dumb pets interfere my the abandoned NeoPets!" She saw Missie running and ranted, "YOU! It's ALL YOUR FAULT! You little brat! Living in the forest like a wild creature! I'll skin you and make a winter coat with YOUR fur!" The blue Blumaroo grinned goofily. He didn't seem worried by Ms. Worley, who now proclaimed at the top of her lungs, "THE ONLY reason you are STILL in those woods is NO ONE wants you! Ya don't think yer owner would have found ya by now? She probably thought it was a good riddance! NO ONE deserves a rotten Wocky like you! My pound was full of nice Wockys who actually DESERVED a home, and you had one! And ya ran away!" Fangs thought he should do something....He didn't know what. He thought for a minute and then chuckled softly.

That'll do the trick, all right, he said to himself. He flew back a few feet, then prepared himself. "One, two, three..." He pushed himself, beating his wings furiously...Ms. Worley was all he could see...he stiffened his tail and pushed in forward...

"Oowwwww!! " yelled Ms. Worley, hopping around in pain.

"Aaah! Ooww! Ayeee!" Fangs laughed loudly. He had hit the grouchy woman right in her bottom with his tail. The blue Blumaroo laughed too. "That's the first time I've laughed in years!" he said. "My name is Larry."

"Come with us! We're freeing all the pets in the pound!" said Fangs.

"I can't," Larry sighed. "There will always be thoughtless owners who will abandon their pets... and I'm in charge of that desk..."

Ms. Worley was hurt and furious. She was thinking of how she'd like to wring that Korbat's neck when a low rumbling noise made her lift her head. Oh no... she thought, If that's what I think it is... She turned around with dread and saw, far behind Larry and Fangs, a swirl of colors...NeoPets rushing toward her. They looked like an army. She tried to move but her feet seemed to be glued to the floor. "Oh!" she cried as the NeoPets rushed past her, lifting her up...a wave of Pets fighting to escape. She had to stop them... this could be the end of her pound....But they were too many and too strong.

The seven Mischief-Makers sat in their clubhouse. Groux, the only one that had an owner, said, "My Mom keeps saying she'll get me a brother or a sister...she might adopt some if those pets."

"I have a feeling they'll all find homes," said Larry, who had come with them to the clubhouse for OJ and nachos. But Missie was worried about Skye.

"Are you all right? " she asked. Skye was her best friend.

"I was just thinking..."

"Yeah?"

"We can call ourselves the mischief-makers, but we did a good deed today."

The End