Chapter: 2.

The fairy godmother paced impatiently up and down her hotel room, while Snow White sat bored in an armchair. The fairy had actually asked her to write an exciting newspaper article about what had happened, but they had not yet received any reports from her messenger.
"Why did I hire this archer - Heini at all if he never comes on time?" Growled the fairy godmother. All the words of praise she had left out about him in the restaurant were forgotten. She hated being late.
"I'll give him another minute. If he hasn't shown up by then, then ..." The room door cracked loudly into the room, triggered by a breathless, now completely dusty Robin Hood. "I'm sorry about the door," he gasped. "In order to be with you on time, I had to hold an arrow with a rope and ..." The fairy did not let him finish.
"Who's talking about ON TIME?" She shrieked angrily. "You are anything but on time!Besides, my door is now in the bucket! - And where is your report ??? "
Robin winced, startled. "Well, yes ... um, that was so ... There was this Dracula, and he had ordered french fries as expected. And yes, you already know that. Then I came into play." He started too jumping around in dramatic gestures in front of the fairy. "... I ran in, at a monkey pace! And what did I have to see? The ..."
"That's enough!" He was interrupted again. "I know these prefaces. You screwed it up AGAIN !!!! Why am I paying you anyway?" She clapped her hands once and a puff of air pushed him out through the broken door. This was nothing new to Robin.

"Meeting again," Dracula deciphered Voldemort's scrawly writing on the poster. “Really?” The stepmother pushed him aside to see it too. "Indeed. What are they going to do again?"
The witch came over to it. "I heard our motion was not accepted.Maybe that's what it's about. "

It was like that in the end. Once again, all the bad guys had gathered and waited eagerly for Voldemort's speech.
He no longer stepped through the crowd quite so confident of victory and took his place at the lectern.
"Thank you very much for coming back again. As you have probably already noticed, the application for better work was denied. That is why we wanted to carry out our threat and go on strike. This comes into force from today. Should be in the next month won't change, we'll meet again. "He wanted to say something else, but the words got lost in the crowd. Everyone was in a state of excitement. Nobody expected that.
Voldemort had nothing more to say and the room emptied again. Only Dracula, the witch and the stepmother remained behind, once again involved in a heated discussion.
"Strike means we should stop working?" Asked Dracula, for whom it was particularly difficult."Then I have to buy these acidic blood substitute drops again ..."
But that didn't bother the other two and talked to him.
"It's only a short time before we reach our goal. The good guys won't last long!"
“What if not?” Dracula still had concerns. "I don't feel like taking these stupid drops until the end of my life!"
The stepmother laughed. "You have no end of life. You are already dead!"
But that didn't exactly cheer him up.

The fairy godmother cried out in horror. In front of her was Voldemort's letter announcing the strike.
"They can't do that !!! How else are we there?"
Snow White and Robin tried to hide away secretly. When the fairy was so angry, she wasn't to be trifled with.
"Stay here !!!" She pulled out her wand and placed the two runaways in front of her desk with a quick spell.
"You two are going to undo this immediately!"
Snow White nodded obediently, but Robin had something to object to again."But that only works if we meet the conditions. You told us that very clearly. How are we supposed to do it any other way?"
If looks could kill ... Robin would be dead now, at the looks the fairy shot at him. He had actually dared to contradict her!
"I thought you were such a great genius ..." she said in a suspiciously friendly manner and pushed them both out of the room with a spell. “Come up with something and don't come back without success!” The last words were in the usual tone of voice again. Then the door slammed.
Sighing, Snow White sat down on one of the steps of the castle. "Great, what do we do now?"
Robin stood next to her and played around with his bow. "I have no idea. Something has always occurred to us."
“Hopefully you're right again this time.” She got up again and hopped down the stairs. From below she waved to her colleague, who still had to stow his bow."Come on! We have a job to do!"