Stolen

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Dimentio poked his head around the corner of a black wall in castle Bleck. There, with the door cracked open the tinniest bit, was Mimi's room. He looked behind him, where Mr. L was waiting, with a determined look on his face. He motioned for the jester to go forwards, and Dimentio nodded, putting a hand behind his back, indicating Mr. L should stay put. He became invisible, and hovered over towards the door, peeking inside.

"Mimi?" Dimentio called softly. He didn't see her, but just to make sure… "Mimi, are you there?"

No reply.

Dimentio smiled and motioned for Mr. L to come closer. "She's not in there," he whispered.

Mr. L put on a grin of his own, and slowly walked into the room. Dimentio followed behind him.

"Where does she keep her diary?" Mr. L asked.

Dimentio, who was an expert at this, replied, "It should be in the top drawer of her desk, in the hidden compartment."

Mr. L walked up to the desk and opened the top drawer. Inside were various containers of make-up and, underneath, a picture of Dimentio. Mr. L snorted and waved the photo in Dimentio's face "Ooh, somebody's got a crush on you!" he snickered.

Dimentio grabbed the picture and put it back where it belonged, feeling his face heat up. "Shut it, L, or I'll send you to the Underwhere where you belong." He made a mental note to make sure the picture 'mysteriously disappeared' later on.

Mr. L paid the threat no mind and reached his hand up into the secret compartment. He found nothing. "Hey, uh Dim, you sure it's in here?"

"It should be."

"Well it's not-" Mr. L was interrupted by a blood-curdling screech.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM, DUMMY-HEADS?"

Dimentio and Mr. L both whirled around to see Mimi standing in the doorway, face red with anger. Mr. L quickly shut the drawer and put on an innocent smile. Dimentio did the same, and attempted to explain. "Well, you see, dear Mimi, we… uh…"

"Don't you 'dear Mimi' ME Dimentio! She mocked. You two were trying to steal my diary, weren't you? TELL ME!" Mimi stomped the ground, looking ready to strangle the two men for invading her privacy.

Mr. L chuckled nervously and scuffed the floor with his shoe. "Yeah… that's pretty much it…"

Mimi gave them a death glare. "GET OUT."

They left her room, snickering. Not ten seconds after she had slammed the door in their faces, Mimi came back out, in a rampage. "You DOOFUSES stole my dairy. GIVE IT BACK! NOW!" She lunged for them.

Dimentio quickly teleported away. Mr. L, however, was not so lucky. Mimi landed right on top of him, wrestling him to the ground and pinning him there. She raised a fist to his face and growled, "Where is my diary?"

Mr. L struggled, but she was surprisingly strong. "I don't have it, Mimi, I-I swear!" A sudden, devious thought entered his mind. "Dimentio does, though! He hid it under his poncho!"

Mimi got up off of him. "Of course he did!" For a moment, Mr. L thought she wasn't going to buy it but then she ran down the stairs, yelling, "I'll teach that dummy Dimmy!" Mr. L sighed and struggled to his feet.

"That was close. Too close." He brushed himself off and snickered. "Dimentio's gonna hate me!"

Nastasia looked up from where she, O'Chunks, and Count Bleck were sitting on the living room couch as Mimi came running down the stairs. "Where are you going in such a hurry Mimi?"

Mimi didn't stop running. "I've gotta find Dimmy; he's got my diary!"

"Uh, Mimi…"

"Not now, Nassy!" Mimi rushed away, looking ready to kill Dimentio if he didn't give her back her diary.

Nastasia sighed. Mimi sure was a handful.

Dimentio was floating down the hallway, heading towards the kitchen, when he heard loud footsteps behind him. He turned around to see Mimi stomping down the hallway.

Oh great, Dimentio thought. She's finished off Mr. L and has come after me.

"Gimme my diary, Dimmy or I'll-…"

"It's nice to see you too, Mimikins," Dimentio said sarcastically, cutting her off.

Mimi screeched and ran at Dimentio, trying to pull him onto the ground, but he laughed and hovered just out of her reach. "And, I can assure you I do not have your precious diary." He took off down the hall, taking random turns left and right, until he finally reached a dead end. Mimi had surprisingly followed him the whole way, and now appeared in the doorway.

Dimentio gasped dramatically. "Oh, no! It seems you have gotten me cornered!"

"Shut it, Dimentio." Mimi glared menacingly at him. "And GIVE ME… MY DIARY… NOW!"

"I already told you, Mimi, I don't have it."

"Yeah, you do! Mr. L even told me so!" She ran up to him and he floated up above her head.

Ah, so it was L, was it now?

"Mimi, would you believe anything Mr. L told you?"

Mimi jumped up and grabbed Dimentio's ankle, smiling; she knew his weakness.

Dimentio's heart jolted and he kicked downward. "Mimi, please, kindly let go of my- GAH!" He jerked, suddenly, as Mimi ran her finger up and down his foot. He inhaled deeply, struggling to keep from laughing, or showing any sign of weakness, but Mimi kept it up. He squirmed and kicked again, but soon lost all form of concentration and plummeted downwards, landing face-first on the ground. He groaned and muttered, "You devious little fiend."

Mimi giggled and looked down at him. "Not so high-and-mighty now are ya?" She giggled again. "Now, hand over my diary."

He rolled onto his back and became airborne again. "I DON'T. HAVE. THE STUPID. BOOK." And with that, he teleported away.

Mimi pouted. "Awww, now I gotta go chase him again!" She trudged off. Upon reaching the living room, Mimi found Nastasia waiting for her, an amused look on her face.

"Dimentio got away, I'm assuming."

"Yeah…"

"And he didn't have your diary."

"Well, that's what he said…"

"Mimi," Nastasia said. "Come here for a sec, 'K?"

Mimi scuffed her feet on the ground as she walked over to her.

Nastasia presented a pink book with Mimi's name on it, written in rubees. Mimi gasped and squealed happily.

"You had it all along? Why?"

"I couldn't sleep last night, so I took a walk around the castle. I heard voices so I went to see who was up. I heard Dimentio and Mr. L talking about how they were going to steal your diary, so I went and grabbed it first, so they wouldn't be able to."

Mimi jumped up. "Oh, thanks Nassy!" She suddenly gasped. "Golly! I'd better go apologize to Dimmy!" She hugged Nastasia and started to head upstairs, but Nastasia stopped her. "Why apologize? He did try to steal it, after all."

Mimi giggled. "I tickled him." She ran up the stairs.

Nastasia raised an eyebrow and shook her head. That girl…

Late that night, Dimentio suddenly appeared in Mimi's room. He looked around, finally spotting her diary tucked under her pillow. He snapped his fingers as quietly as possible, and the book popped into his hand. He then warped to Mr. L's room. He was sleeping on the floor with a wrench in his hand. Dimentio crept over and replaced the tool with Mimi's diary, and then teleported back to Mimi's room. He lightly shook her shoulder and she groggily opened her eyes.

"Dimmy? What are you doing here?" she yawned.

Dimentio smiled in the darkness and replied, "Mr. L stole your diary."

A/N: I must admit; that was kinda mean. Oh, well, it was funny, and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I like writing cliff-hangy one-shots, but feel free to tell me what you think might happen to Mr. L. I might write a sequel, but I'm not sure yet. One last thing: If you have a request for a one-shot about these two, I would be more than happy to write it. Please review!