Disclaimer: I do not own The Mr. Men Show or Warriors. I tried posting this story years ago (It's actually still up, but I made a lot of changes to it and decided to try posting it again). This idea has always interested me and I think I finally figure out how to make it work. Now I'm gonna start posting it and hopefully that will motivate me to finish it.

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"The rising sun broke over the trees," Mr. Small was reading to his best friend as he stared down at the book he held in his tiny hands," and flooded the clearing with light and warmth, and it seemed to Firestar that no dawn had ever been brighter." Coming to the end of the book, Mr. Small closed it and looked up at the light green Mr. Man, noticing the mixed emotions on his face.

"I'm going to miss Whitestorm," Mr. Nosy murmured, frowning, and as if to honor the deceased deputy, he stopped talking for a minute or two. Then he added in a cheerfullier tone," But I'm glad that Firestar was able to get rid of Scourge for good!"

Mr. Small nodded in agreement. "That was fantastic. Don't you just love Warriors?"

His friend didn't answer; he seemed lost in his own thoughts about what they just read.

Both Mr. Men fell silent. Mr. Small hopped out of his chair, book firmly gripped in his hand, and headed to the room he shared with Mr. Nosy. It was a few moments before his light green friend joined him, and Mr. Small heard him come to a halt behind him.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Nosy asked. The small Mr. Man glanced over his shoulder at him, then continued to search through their closet.

Mr. Small didn't respond right away. Instead he picked up the sack of books and backed out of the closet. As he carried them over to his friend, he was unsteady under their weight. He set them in front of Mr. Nosy. The tower of books was almost as tall as Mr. Small.

"Six books," the small Mr. Man murmured. "The first series."

"But aren't there more series?" Mr. Nosy looked down at his little friend.

"Yes, but these are the only Warriors books we could find," he reminded him, sighing softly. "We looked all over Dillydale." Turning away from Mr. Nosy, he walked across the room and climbed onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling as he laid down.

"Wait!" Mr. Nosy suddenly ran to his friend, skipping to a halt when he got to him. Mr. Small jumped to his feet in surprise, now standing on his bed.

"What?" he gasped.

"Miss. Magic!" the light green Mr. Man simply answered excitedly.

Mr. Small blinked at him in confusion. "What?" he repeated.

"Miss. Magic does magic. Maybe we could ask her if she could zap us the rest of the books since we can't find them anywhere else." A smile crossed his friend's face as he explained his idea.

Mr. Small thought about what he just said. "Maybe," he murmured. Then he added," But she's not very good with her spells."

"You want to read all of the Warriors books, don't you?" Mr. Nosy questioned.

The small Mr. Man held his friend's gaze for a while longer before finally giving in. "I guess it's worth a try."

"Come on, then!" Mr. Nosy dashed out of their room, leaving Mr. Small to reluctantly follow him. He had a bad feeling about this.

They looked all over Dillydale, eventually finding the Little Miss walking down the sidewalk with Mr. Funny. Little Miss Magic and Mr. Funny shared a look before turning back to the Mr. Men, who were out of breath from running around town in search of their magical friend.

"What's wrong?" Little Miss Magic asked them as Mr. Funny studied them anxiously.

Mr. Nosy explained what he and his best friend wanted the Little Miss to do, and while he did this, Mr. Small noticed that Mr. Funny's eyes started shining. But before he could ask the clown what was on his mind, Little Miss Magic spoke up when Mr. Nosy had finished talking.

"You want me to zap you all of these books?"

"Yes." Mr. Nosy nodded, a smile on his face.

"I don't know…" Little Miss Magic's voice trailed off as she seemed to think about their request some more.

Turning his attention back on his light green friend, Mr. Small forgot all about the mysterious sparkle in Mr. Funny's eyes. He was about to suggest that they look around Dillydale again for the books they don't have. Maybe they missed something...

But before he could say a word, Little Miss Magic pulled out her wand and declared," I'll do it!"

"What?" Mr. Small gasped in horror, his eyes growing huge.

At the same time, Mr. Nosy let out a squeal of excitement. "Yes!"

Suddenly the two friends turned on each other.

"Why don't you want the rest of the books?" Mr. Nosy demanded.

"I do," the small Mr. Man responded. "I just don't think this is a good idea," he went on when his friend gave him a disbelieving look. "Maybe if we look around some more, we might be able to find—"

"There are no more Warriors books in Dillydale!" Mr. Nosy snapped, interrupting him.

"There could be!" Mr. Small yelled back, starting to lose his temper with his closest friend.

Little Miss Magic and Mr. Funny appeared in between them, the Little Miss holding Mr. Nosy back while Mr. Funny let out soft honks as if trying to calm Mr. Small down.

"Stop it!" Little Miss Magic begged. She glanced from one Mr. Man to the other and then back again. "Y'all are friends!"

Mr. Nosy and Mr. Small stared at each other for a long moment. Finally Mr. Small sighed, feeling guilty about yelling at his friend like that. "I'm sorry, Nose," he apologized to the light green Mr. Man. "I do want to read the rest of the books, and this does seem to be the only way to get them." He turned to Little Miss Magic and said to her," You can zap us the books, if you'd be so kind."

"Great!" Little Miss Magic murmured magic words under her breath as she waved her wand around.

As she did this, Mr. Small noticed out of the corner of his eye that Mr. Funny was raising his arm as if to get someone's attention. Then the clown started miming something. He blinked at him, confused as Mr. Funny lifted his hands to act like he was holding something before licking the tip of his finger and making a quick swiping motion.

The small Mr. Man wondered what he was trying to tell his friends, especially when he started clawing at the air, but before he could figure it out, a bright light suddenly surrounded them all, and Mr. Small's world turned black.

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