Disclaimer: Fegan Floop is not my character, no matter how much I wish, and I will own this gorgeous man when I meet a fooglie

Disclaimer: Fegan Floop is not my character, no matter how much I wish, and I will own this gorgeous man when I meet a fooglie. Sarah Minion belongs to me.

Fegan Floop watched as the Cortez's were reunited. He smiled as they hugged one another. Finally, Juni Cortez broke away from his family and walked over to Fegan.


Fegan looked down at the young boy.

"For what?" he asked. "I should be thanking you. I just hope my show won't get canceled."

Juni smiled. "Don't worry; I'll make sure it stays on the air." He walked back to his family. Fegan watched as they left his home. He sighed and turned to his assistant, Minion."

Minion looked at his boss. "Please tell me I'm not stuck like this," All four of his heads whined.

Fegan grinned. "Well, I don't have any fooglies except for you, and I'm not changing the show's name."

Minion groaned. Fegan put a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, Minion. It'll be fun!"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

". . ."

"Yeah, that's what I though. Now then, we have a lot of work to do, so let's hop to it!" With that, Fegan literally began to hop down the hallway. Minion rolled his eyes and walked after him.

"Oh, come on, you can do better that that!"

"I'm not hopping."

"Spoil sport."

"I prefer it that way."

"Well, you're no fun! Oh, Minion, if only I had someone to hop right along with me. I would be so happy!"

"Yeah, then there would be two of you." He shuddered. "One is enough, thank you."

Fegan frowned at Minion. He really did want a friend, someone more fun than his assistant. Unfortunately, most people found him a bit odd. He was odd, and that's why he was able to create "Floop's Fooglies." No sane person could be that creative.

Oh well, no use dwelling on dreams, he though. Wait, did I just think that? Wow, weird.

"Boss, you okay?"

"What?" Fegan had been staring into space. "Oh, I'm fine. Just . . . thinking."

"Well, try not to do it around me. It's kinda creepy."

"I'll stop if you hop."

"Oh, come on. I don't want to hop."

"Then I won't stop."

". . . Fine." Minion reluctantly hopped after Fegan, who grinned and continued hopping.

A year had passed since Fegan had met the Cortez's. The spring had been leaving his step, so Minion had been making phone calls to people he knew.

"I've got to find someone to make that damn man happy. He's been too gloomy lately and it's making him a pain to live with."

Suddenly, he grabbed the phone and dialed. On the second ring, it picked up.

"Hello, Sarah? It's Alexander. Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to meet a friend of mine. What? No, I'm not fixing you up on another date. Listen, my boss has been depressed lately, and—oh come on, it's not like that! You don't even know what I need you to do. Look, you've always been a little odd. What? No, I am not making fun of you. Will you please listen? I just need you to come meet my boss and give him someone to talk to. Look, I've tried, okay? I'm just not able to talk to the guy, he's weird. I'm asking you to do this because I know you'll get along with him. Sarah, as your brother, I have never asked you for anything, right? Well, now I am. Look, just meet him, that's all, okay? Great. What? Oh, don't worry, I'll send a chopper to pick you up. Okay? Okay, see you then."

He hung the phone back up. "Well, that ought to do the trick. Now maybe Mr. Gloom and Doom will be able to get some work done."


"Speaking of Mr. Cheerful. What can I do you for, boss?"

"Minion, I don't know what do! I've run out of ideas for my show. Oh, this is terrible! I have creator's block. What am I going to do?"

Minion patted Fegan's shoulder. "Don't worry, Mr. Floop. Help is on the way. I was wondering if my sister could come here for a visit."

Fegan looked at Minion. "I didn't know you had a sister."

"Well, I do. I haven't seen her in years, so I thought it would be nice if she came to visit."

"I don't know. I don't like visitors much, you know that."

"Oh, she'll be scarce around you, sir. I'll keep her out of your way.

Fegan looked down at his shoes, then at the ceiling.

"Fine, but keep her away from me."

Minion smiled. "It's a deal. Now, let's see if we can't get rid of that creator's block."

A week later, the Floopcopter landed at Castle Floop. Minion was already there, waiting to greet his sister. Hiding in the doorway was Fegan, who had begrudgingly agreed to meet Sarah.

She better not be a weirdo, he though to himself. I don't like weirdoes.

Sarah grabbed her bag and got out of the helicopter. I hate heights, she thought. She looked down over a ledge of the castle. Why did I even agree to this?

"Sarah, I am so glad to see you."

Sarah turned around, expecting to see her brother. Instead, she saw a bizarre man with three heads on his original head and two extra hands on each hand.

"Oh my God. Alex, is that you?"

"Yes, it's me."

Sarah laughed. "Oh my God, you look like one of those weird things on that Floop show! Man, that guy is freaky."

"Sarah, I would appreciate it if you didn't call my boss "freaky." He's very sensitive."

"Floop is your boss?"

"Yes, and I'd like you to meet him. Mr. Floop, would you come here?"

Sarah looked where Minion pointed and saw Floop, who she believed to be one of the weirdest people on the planet.

Fegan, still looking down, slunk over to the siblings.

"Okay, now could you look up?"

Sighing, Fegan raised his head. His eyes widened. He was speechless. She was tall for a woman, but still shorter than him. Long ebony hair framed her pale heart shaped face. Stormy green eyes looked back at him and a pair of thin lips frowned at him. A bright purple blouse with a V-neck covered her average sized chest. Loose jeans were barely hanging to her almost non-existent hips, and worn out tennis shoes covered her small feet.

"Alex, why is he staring at me like that?"

"Sorry, sis. Mr. Floop, come back to earth." Minion snapped his fingers in front his boss's face.

Fegan blinked and looked at his assistant, than at his sister. "I'm sorry, was I staring?"

Sarah nodded. "Yeah, you kinda were."

Minion stepped next to Fegan. "I believe an introduction is in order. Mr. Floop, this is my sister, Sarah Minion. Sarah, this is Mr. Fegan Floop, my employer."

He nudged Fegan, who offered his hand to Sarah. She took it and shook his hand. Almost immediately after their hands touched, they pulled away from each other. Minion looked at Sarah and Fegan.

"Now, surely you two don't hate each other already?"

Sarah shook her head. "No, as soon as I grabbed his hand, there was this-this . . ."

"Spark?" asked Fegan.

"Yeah, that's it. Listen, Alex, you sure it's okay to stay?"

Minion nodded. "Of course it is. Sarah, why don't I show you where you'll be staying, and then I want to show you a room I know you'll love."

She sighed and nodded, then picked up her duffle bag and followed her brother into the castle.

Fegan stood there a moment longer, and then followed them inside. He immediately went to his room to think.

Minion led Sarah through hallway after hallway until they got to a door that was bright blue and purple tie dye. He opened the door and stepped aside, letting her pass him. She dropped her bag on the plush carpet, which was a plum color.

A queen sized bed was pushed against the wall, all of the bedding a light violet. A nightstand was next to it with an alarm clock occupying its surface. There was a closet with a sliding door and a vanity with a decent sized mirror. A jewelry box sat on the vanity. Its white surface had violets painted on it. The whole room was different shades of purple.

Sarah took a sharp intake of breath as she looked around the room.

"Oh, Alex, it's beautiful. My favorite color, too."

"I know. That's why I picked this room for you to stay in; I knew you'd love it."

She sighed and hugged her brother, who hugged her back.

"Thank you, Alex." She pulled away and looked at him. "Now, what did you want to show me?"

"Ah, that is a surprise. Follow me, and stay close. It's easy to get lost in here."

She nodded and followed him through another sequence of hallways until they reached a door. She read the signs by it.

"Imagination Room? What's that?"

Minion smiled and opened the door for her. When she was in, he closed it and went to the control room.

Sarah frowned. She was in a green wired room.

"Alex, what's so imaginative about this room? Alex?" She looked behind her to see him missing. Suddenly, everything changed.

Sarah was surrounded by clouds. Everywhere, clouds moved past her. She walked further into the room when the scenery changed again.

She was on a hill overlooking the ocean. Salty air blew her hair as she looked out at the vast ocean of blue.

"This is amazing," she breathed. "This is the most astonishing thing I've ever seen."

The scene faded and she was back in the green room. The door opened and she walked out to meet her brother.

Minion was standing by the door. "Well, how'd you like it?"

"That was fantastic! Who thought of that?"

"Oh, Mr. Floop did. He designed this whole place. In a twisted sort of way, he's a genius."

"He's a nut case. That show was always kind of weird."

"Don't tell him that. He'd loose it! That show is everything to him, and ever since the Cortez's, he's been moping around, whining about how he doesn't have anyone to talk to. That's why I called you. That man has been almost impossible to live with. Plus," he added, "I missed my baby sister."

"Aw, I missed you, too big brother."

They walked back to her room. Sarah looked at the jewelry box.

"I have a question."


"Okay. Why does Floop have a jewelry box in a guest room? I mean, why would a grown man have a—oh my God, is he gay?"

Minion laughed so hard he fell to the floor. Sarah looked at him as if he were crazy.

"Are you okay? Why are you laughing? He is gay, isn't he?"

He started laughing again. When he stopped, he stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"No, he's not gay, but thanks to you, I'll never be able to look him in the eye again without laughing. I put the jewelry box in here. I saw it somewhere and thought you might like it. Happy early birthday, Sarah."

Sarah's twenty-eighth birthday was in a week.

She looked at the door, then to her brother, then back to the door.

"Hey, would Floop care if I walked around?"

"I don't think so, as long as you didn't bother him."

"Okay." With that, she turned on her heels and left the room to explore.