Cocoaflower: Hello all, we're sorry for this delay. There is, however, one thing I would like to address – the Mysterious Partner I've had all this time… Cue the drum roll!

Mysterious Partner: Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrum! I finally have an identity! Yes, I am now, officially, on Fanfiction! *sigh* It's so… refreshing. :3 I tha-!

C: Okay, now let's just get on with this! Disclaimer please!

MP: … Fine... we do not own the gaurdians, they would be to hard to control

C: You spelled guardians wrong, and the first 'to' is 'too,' as well as the comma should be a semicolon.

MP: … Get over it. I spell bad. and grammar bad. Thats why I have you. ;3

C: (le facepalm) You're also missing an apostrophe on 'That's' and the period and ARGH! You're just trying to annoy me, aren't you?

MP: *winks*

Today, I have decided to change things up a bit in honour of April Fools. I shall pull a prank on the notorious and infamous and annoying and irritating and tiring- *clears throat* Jack Frost. Let's get down to business; I have my secret ingredient ready to go. To the Armoury!

I fly to my workshop in a hurry, entering the domain of food and utensils.

Of course, that icicle won't accept my gift as easily as a child on Easter morning with chocolate, but no matter, I'll shove it down his throat anyway.

I pick up the spell book of nutrition, opening it up to the marked page and chuckling madly as I think about the genius of my plan. (Why haven't I thought of this before?)

Beginning to prepare this gift of inner fury, I watch as the object before me begins to form the most deadliest of them all. It is said to be the destruction of taste but who knows what would happen to the most sensitive of tongues.

All that is left now is to put it in the oven and coat it with the secret ingredient of success.

I simply cannot wait to see the expression when he sees my true power… in the art of cooking!

Just look at his expression when he goes to drown every drop of water, and to his dismay, it won't work. He should've chosen milk instead and of course, he- DING!

Ah…

…

BEHOLD! THE WEAPON OF POWER!

And now…

The secret ingredient… it makes the hottest peppers in the world look like young chicks…

(You mustn't tell anyone… not even that speck of dust behind you! This computer shalln't know! Swear on it! No one shall know… except you… I am watching. You must feel honoured to be the only one I allow to see this… well, be honoured!)

Please… start the drumroll…

A violent patter of feet, making a sound of a thousand horses. The geese that chased the winter spirit honks like trumpets. The sun shines down through the hole in the ceiling, leaving the glorious, oh-so-powerful object glimmering aglow.

The beautiful, magnificent, majestic, divine, pulchritudinous, almighty, efficacious, ruling, prevailing and supreme…

Chilli pepper.

A quart of chilli pepper sauce, made by the Easter Bunny himself. Cautiously picked, just to exact that revenge I most want. It's the most perfect ever seen weapon.

Definitely worth all the trouble of taking the time to get that chilli pepper…

With one more step to go, I grab the wooden spoon in the huge pot of thick brown sauce and smother and glaze over the hot sauce.

The 'cake,' looking oh-so innocent, is ready to deal the most unforgettable wrath.

And the evil grin spreads.

"Finally, it is ready… to melt that bucket of frozen water."

I carry my weapon of ultimate destruction in to the guardian's meeting room.

Snow White acts surprised at my appearance, "What do you want?" He asks in a defensive pose.

"A truce."

He looks shocked. His eyes move to the steaming chocolaty dish. "Is that a peace offering?" He moves closer to it and inspects it carefully.

"Yeah. Do you want a fork?" I hand him the small metal utensil.

"Thanks."

I watch him intensely as he scoops an amount of the mini-bomb in to his mouth, and begins to chew.

A second now…

And there it is. It's beautiful, and an evil smirk grows on my lips.

His eyes bulge to a size that isn't humanly possible, and his face turns redder than Easter egg dye.

I grin as I go up to him and whisper;

"Whoever said revenge is a dish best served cold, mate? April Fools!"

C: So… who thought it was Pitch? *raises hand* MP isn't here at the moment… I'll fill in for her. Anyhow, time for the corner:

You know you're a Rise of the Guardians fan when…

3) You believe that spicy food would cause internal combustion.

MP: Whatever she said about me being lazy, not true! LIES! LIESSSS! ALL LIES!

C: There you are! Now where were you about a second ago?!

MP: Reading the thing about me being unmotivated. LIES I TELL YOU!

C: You were literally moping and sulking around that entire time!

MP: NOOOO. I WAS-

C: Seriously, don't deny it. You were.

MP: … That I was. BUT STILL LIES!

C: I don't know why I even put up with her… (As all of you can tell, this is a special edition!)

MP: Because I'm your friend… ;333

C: That true… maybe. (And I apologize for both of our behalves for the delay that has caused this-)

MP: You admitted it! :DDDD

C: No. (- Continuing on… the requested stories, no worries, I have taken note of these for the both of us. We will get them out as soon as we can-)

MP: Which is literally not very often.

C: And this author's note has become the longest I've ever written. Let's just end this here.

MP: AND FAREWELL, READERS. UNTIL NEXT TIME, WE SHALL MEET AGAIN. *cries tears*

C: She's waving her handkerchief. Dramatic much? Anyhow, please-

MP: REVIEW! :DD THANKIES!

C: … okay then.

MP: *sniffs* May we meet soon!