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"There is not another in my cloak with you? I do not want it to be crowded in there but I am not sure where the voice would have come from. Do roses talk? I think that if any flower could talk it would be the best and most beautiful flower. You are very much in place with my flowers." Flattery was the language of well...of really anyone who ought to know how to speak properly! Anyone who did not flatter those who deserved flattering were not doing it right!

"Maybe that is what is causing this problem that plagues our home and leaves our poor fluff to wither in the open! If you can find the invisible voice maybe you will find this problem and everyone will be able to build a new home now!" Wouldn't that be extraordinary?! But then there would be no reason to give rousing speeches!

Maybe he could talk to them while they worked? Surely no one would object!

My Hero shot a baleful glare at the caped minipet. Rose, Rosie, something like that. What an irritating fellow, prancing from one cousin to the next, like a bee among flowers. Hero didn't like the metaphor much, if only because he suspected that Rosie would. No doubt it would inspire more speeches on flowers and roses and ugh.

"Who are you making feel better?" My Hero grumped. "All you're doing is giving me a headache."

He rather envied the invisible creature, this 'nobody'. If it was some form of technology or magic, Hero wondered if it could be stolen. Solely for the good of minipet-kind, as it would surely be efficient in My Hero's paws.

Castor was totally jealous of that Rose dude, he already landed himself a cutie. At this rate, Castor was falling short. He was wanting all the ladies possible. All ladies, all the time. On every time. Castor had to admire Rose's ability to schmooz though. His power of woo was mighty indeed. Look how Moonie girl was all snuggled up under his cloak. Oh man maybe he needed a cloak.

Might help. Might not, but one thing was forc ertain, Castor was looking at the fine ball of pink fluff. "Aw don't be like that sugar." He gave Sparkling Princess Fluffums a little nudge. "What has mating season got to do with love?" He scooted a little closer giving her a wink. "We scareons don't discriminate with seasons. Right part of the year or not, sometimes its good to have a little fun. Besides-" Was his tail inching towards her's? "After this is all over minipet populations will need to be...expanded on."

My Hero's gaze travelled from Rosie to Castor to the new green-and-black Wishing cousin. Castor seemed to be emulating the caped prince, in both words and actions. And Fuzzypants or whatever his name was was just plain LOUD.

His tail and ears drooped. Flopping down onto the ground, he complained, "My headache is only getting worse..."

Idly, he wondered if pushing them into the path of one of the falling asteroids wouldn't make things quieter around here. No, he couldn't go around killing everyone who annoyed him. Could he? No. Probably not a good idea.

"Does anyone have a quiet idea that doesn't involve trying to copulate?" he demanded.

Wishing Moon hadn't thought, for one second, that the mysterious invisible voice was in the cloak. She thought the cloak was her one haven of safety, but with Prince Rose's words she found herself doubting even that assurance. She leapt out of the cloak, running in circles - because it was safer that way, right? No invisible evil being was going to sneak up on Wishing Moon, ohhohoooooo no! She would be ready! She would be-

The invisible voice spoke again, and she stopped dead in her tracks. This was probably not her smartest idea (and what was?) because her head swam with dizziness, and she keeled over like a fallen tree. Her paws twitched in the air and her eyes turned into swirled vortexes. "Aaaaieieeeeee... did anyone catch the number of that truck.."

She vaguely heard someone yelling, and shook her head to clear it from the dizziness. Instantly she was on her feet, her head canted slightly. One ear rose, very slowly, in the air.

"And just whooo, exactly, is 'them', hmm?" She asked the Wishing Nergal. If he had any idea, they needed to know!

An odd-looking wishing cousin mumbled something unintelligible, and Finkleheimer strained his ears to listen. Weren't the rest of them stars as well? Had they not gone through vocal training? Why were they not projecting their voices? "HEAD?" "COP?" "LATE?" Tilting his head cutely sexily to the side, he tried to make out whatever the other dude was saying. Well... for one, he looked like he came from space. Maybe he was speaking in code! Finkleheimer had played a genius detective many many times (please note his lines were scripted), and he was sure he'd be able to solve this code. You could almost see the lightbulb floating around his head when finally he said: "I DON'T THINK WE SHOULD CALL THE COPS. IT MUST HAVE BEEN A PERSONAL ATTACK! DON'T YOU WATCH MOVIES?" Frowning, he stared at the weirdo, trying to figure him out. Then someone else spoke, and he turned to see who it was.

The black-and-green boy scrunched up his face. "YOU SOUND LIKE YOU NEED A TOILET.... ... YOU." He only remembered the names of his parents (for award ceremonies) and of his agent, partially because he couldn't remember much other than his lines. Why would he need to, anyway!

...And then the blonde girl was listening to him. Finkleheimer puffed his chest out to look more impressive, even going so far as to give her The Wink. Prince Rosie might have a cape that looked cool, but oh, that was understandable. He needed to cover up his physical defects! Finkleheimer, however, needed no such thing. He was perfect from head to wingti-- er, head to toe.

"'THEM' ARE EITHER NINJAS, ZOMBIES, PIRATES OR ROBOTS. OR MAYBE THEY'RE ALL WORKING TOGETHER AGAINST US, BECAUSE WE'RE JUST THAT AWESOME."

Wishing Moon finally, finally caught on that the voice she couldn't place to a face was coming from an invisible friendly source, and she took a step towards where she'd heard those last few, gloomy words. Her face carried an expression of determination, as she stuck her tongue out and bit it, while batting at the air nearby. Whoever it was, she wanted to know where it was at all times.

When Finkleheimer began puffing up in front of her, Wishing Moon dropped her paw in distraction and leaned her head back just slightly. Whoa, that chest was coming right at her! Back off, buddy! Then he winked, and her expression took on the gaze of a clueless twit. "Hey, is there something in your eye?" She asked, leaning in to get a better look.

As the list of all the different types of bad guys they could be facing, Wishing Moon seemed to gain a sense of excited energy. "That would be SO COOL. I bet we could take on a bunch of ninjas. OR PIRATES! But I don't know about ninjas AND pirates.. waaait a second."

She gave Finkleheimer the stink-eye, as if she was suddenly on to him. "That's ridiculous. Pirates and ninjas NEVER team up." Yes, of course that was the only ridiculous part about his speech.