Me: Yay!! 2nd chapter!! I love my reviewers!!! Don't you guys think that I'm sooooo smart for thinking of this Wife Swap idea?? So far we haven't had math homework for 5 days!!! Yes!!! (starts little dance)

Bartie: Oh gosh……hey you can actually dance!!

Beezle: That's new…..

Me: well duh!! I've been dancing for like 12 years!! I started when I was 2

Bartie: u-huh….so I think you've started typing an Avatar story write?

Me: Yep I've started I think that the actual story in like I dunno……3 days?? I type really fast, but I have to find time to do this stuff. I have a life you know!!

B&B: Sure…..

Me: Hey!!!

Disclaimer: You already know what I'm about to type, so why do you expect me to type something different?? Oh, and I do own Halfre. He's my imp!!

Wife Swap

Chapter 2: At Kitty's and Nat's

Halfre went to go get the mail. He had been employed at the Mandrakes for about 7 years on and off. He was just an imp and just cleaned here and there. And he fetched the mail. That was probably the most interesting part of his day. Going to the mail box, opening the door-thing, reach a hand in, grab whatever's inside, turning around and going back 'home'. It wasn't that bad really. The only time he ever got punished here was 3 years back when he had accidentally dropped the mail in a puddle and got some 'important' letters ruined. And it was only the Stipples. He had had much, much, much worse masters, like Solomon and that Farrar lady. (But we're not going to go there. This chappie is about Nat and Kitty's reaction to the Letter. Not the life of Halfre. I'm sorry Halfre.)

So Halfre went inside the huge Victorian Mansion, and set the mail down on the dining table like always, and went to work on dusting the 5th room to the right of the 4th floor elevator. He had to dust the whole house just like every other day. His life hadn't changed much at all. Halfre didn't like dusting. It was ok, but it wasn't as fun as going to get the mail. (Just as long as he didn't drop the letters into a puddle again.)

Now we leave Halfre, and his wonderful life. And go to Kitty and Nat, at the Breakfast table.

"Hey honey….last night was wonderful" Kitty sighed.

Nat grinned "Glad you liked it" He started on his toast while Kitty was opening letters(she never ate breakfast)

"Lets see; bills, an invite to a play(at this Natty Boy groaned) more bills, and pamphlet that you wrote,(Nathaniel took that and looked at it) and hey look, what's this?" Kitty opened the letter and read out loud;

Dear Kitty and John Mandrake,

I, Jane Gotures, would am pleased to inform you that you and your family have been selected to be in the show Wife Swap. You are strongly recommended to go, because if you do, you will be helping another family, our show, and thousands of people around the world. You will also be receiving $10,000,000 for your spending, no tax included. Meaning that you get to keep all that money, and it goes to you and you only. Think about what you can do with all this money!! I know that you are already stinking rich, but if you participate in this show you will just be $10,000,000 richer. That's a lot of money!! If you decide to participate, your wife will be switching houses and families with Bartimaeus and Queezle in Somewhere, Utah. Kitty will be going to Utah, and you and your family will be staying in your beautiful Victorian mansion. There will be cameras' set in your house along with crew to film what goes on during this time. Please consider this because it would be sooo great if you decided to participate in this show. Thanks and again think it over. Imagine what you can do with $10,000,000. The possibilities are endless.

With Thanks;

Jane Gotures

P.s. We would really, really, really like you to join; in fact my whole career depends on it. If you don't enter this show, I get fired. I really, really, really, really, really, really, really love my job, and I really want to keep it, so please join! I have 5 kids, and I'm a single mom, so I am depending on you! Please think this over! Please contact us at: 789-5567 I will be waiting on your call!!

Kitty looked and read the letter again and then thumped Nat on the back when he started choking……on air……pathetic……………..

"Are you serious Kitty? They actually expect us to join that club? They actually think that I could leave you for a week? They want a random person, no excuse me demon to come into my house and set some rules that me and the kids have to follow?? God they must be insane! No honey, we're not doing this. Final"

Kitty gave Nat and withering glare "John! This lady is a single mom and has five kids and she gets fired if we don't accept this invitation. Fine then if you don't want to do this than I guess you'll be sleeping on the couch for the next month!"

Nat choked. Again. This time Kitty didn't help him get unchoked. "Kitty! cough gag are you cough cough seriously wheeze choke wanting to do this? Cough choke cough cough cough cough gag swallow whew…..I mean really! Do you really want to go Bartimaeus' house and live with their 2 kids in the middle of nowhere?? Please Sweetie, think this over!!"

"No John, I've made up my mind we are going to do this. You know that you'll never change my mind."

"Yep Sugar, and that's why I love you so much." Nathaniel sighed "I guess that means that you'd better get packed while I make the phone call."

"Oh Honey!! I love you so much!" and then Kitty stood up kissed Nat on the cheek and ran to the elevator to go get packed.

Nat's eyes followed her into the elevator until the door closed. "You'd think that after that sacrifice that I'd deserve something better than that……"

The perv.

Me: I'm sooooooooooo sorry for not updating but I have been busy, and you know what I'm talking about! 9th grade is busy!!!! Well…..Christmas happened to, and I'm sooooooo sorry!!! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry,

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Bartie: After that, yes

Beezle: you type fast………

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