A/N: Sorry for the delay! I haven't been feeling awfully inspired lately. Apologies to my poor readers.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own a book series. Though I have now abducted Morwen's cats to be my muses. Mwahahahahahaha. No, really. I don't own the Enchanted Forest Series.

"You're the Magic Mirror Thief, aren't you?" Telemain accused, pointing at "Sir Rooster" with a piece of bread.

"If so, that was a really pathetic attempt at disguising himself," Miss Elisa remarked snippily, to which Aunt Ophelia mewed in agreement.

The knight drew off his helmet. "Well, yeah."

Morwen sighed. "Well, I suppose you're right, Miss Elisa."

"What does 'disguising' mean?" Fiddlesticks interrupted. "Does it mean 'fish'? Can I have fish? Morwen, I'm hungry. I want to eat. Would the Magic Mirror Thief give me fish?"

Trouble looked up from his meal. "No. You talk too much. Besides, we're eating dinner right now."

The Magic Mirror Thief gave a creak, and attempted to pull off the rusty armor. "Um… a little help please?" Telemain shot the thief a glare, and moved in front of his magic mirror protectively.

"You can tell that this thief's an intelligent one, can't you?" Scorn questioned, sarcasm practically oozing from her voice.

Jasmine stretched lazily. "Quite stupid, to ask help from the person you're going to rob."

Chaos glanced outside. "If he even thinks of trying to hurt my apple tree…."

Murgatroyd hissed in annoyance. "He's too loud."

The Magic Mirror Thief gave one final clank, and stood up proudly. "I, Bob the Magic Mirror Thief, have come to steal your magic mirror."

"No really," Miss Elisa drawled. "I thought you wanted to take the silverware."

"Yeah, I just can't imagine a Magic Mirror Thief stealing, of all things, a magic mirror!" Scorn exclaimed sardonically.

Morwen brought her hands up and proclaimed loudly,

"Fire, earth, and raging sands,

Stop that creature where he stands." (A/N: Yes, I know that wasn't the spell, but I can't find my copy of Calling on Dragons. So sue me. On second thought, don't.) Morwen brought her hands down and pointed at Bob the Magic Mirror Thief. He froze in place.

Jasper gave a drowsy snort. "Can't a gentleman get any sleep around here without spells being flung all over the place?"

Morwen glanced at him. "I'm trying to stop a magic mirror thief without getting anything over my nice, clean kitchen floor. If you have any better ideas-"

Jasper gave an impressive yawn, making sure that Bob, who was trying to reach behind Telemain to get to the mirror, could see everyone of the cat's sharp, pointy teeth. "If I wasn't napping, I would have a solution…."

Bob paled. "Please! The magic mirror! I've got a collection at home, and I just need a couple more to make it a round one hundred."

Aunt Ophelia sharpened her claws on Bob's pants leg. "Oh, so sorry to keep your collection short, but you are a moron."

Telemain apprehensively stepped away from the magic mirror, and looked at Morwen. "Should we teleport to the castle, and let Cimorene and Mendenbar have a look at, uh… Bob, here?"

If Scorn could, she would've rolled her eyes. "Finally. The first intelligent thing he's said almost all day."

Yeah. Next chappie Cimorene and Mendenbar make their grand, well, not so grand entrance. And Telemain does some magic. Don't expect it to be up very soon, because I'm going on vacation for a week.

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