The Khaotic Kids strolled into the auditorium for their theatre class as if they were on a red carpet. They waved to their imaginary fans and posed for nonexistent cameras. All the other students rolled their eyes.

"Please, no flash photography! We know we're the best actors, but give us some space," said Asor as he led his crew through the invisible crowd of fans. Their classmates groaned in response to their nonsense.

"Have a seat kids. I have an important announcement," said Ms. Canoe with a huge smile.

"Go ahead, the superstars are listening," said Aaron as he flipped his hair.

"Can you shut up?!" said Noremac annoyed with the crew pretending to be famous actors.

"Listen up buddy, take my fame and I'll take your life," said Aaron as he glared at Noremac.

"I'd like to see you try," said Noremac as he rolled up his sleeves.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" chanted the class.

One girl held up a poster that read: "Round 1." While someone else rung a bell, signaling for the fight to begin.

"Settle down! Right now! I don't want to have to get the principal involved!" yelled Ms. Canoe, slightly irritated.

Everyone immediately calmed down. The principal was a scary woman who was not to be messed with. That didn't stop Noremac or Aaron from silently wishing the worst for each other.

"We are going to do a play. We'll perform it in front of the entire school and your parents," said Ms. Canoe while passing out scripts to each student.

"It's called Midget in the Mist. It's a terrible tragedy," said Ms. Canoe.

"Ms. Canoe, can Noremac be the midget since he clearly fits the part?" asked Mya with a small smirk forming on her lips.

"I will be choosing the parts for everyone, so I don't want to hear any of it! No complaining, no whining, got it?" said Ms. Canoe.

Aaron sunk into his chair with disappointment while Noremac stuck his tongue out at him when he wasn't looking.

"I will have the roles picked out for everyone and posted on the door, tomorrow. So for homework, I want everyone to read over their scripts." Ms. Canoe said.

Mya raised her hand. "Ms. Canoe, what's the play about?"

"Oh, well, it's about a midget in the middle ages who was secretly paid by the king to assassinate certain people and after he killed his victims, he escaped into the mist."

"Wow... That's very dark." Mya said.

The bell rang and Ms. Canoe dismissed everyone.

"Guys, I'm so nervous I mean what if we get like the worst roles out of the whole play?" Larry said as they were walking down the hall to their next classes.

"That won't happen," Aaron paused to pull on his shades. "For we are superstars!"

"Yeah! It would be a tragedy if we didn't get the best parts!" Mya agreed, flipping her hair to the side.

"Well, we'll see for ourselves tomorrow," Asor replied.

One day later...

The Khaotic Kids ran to the auditorium door with excitement, eager to discover what their roles were.

"I bet I got the lead role, I'm obviously the best actress here," said Mya.

"You wish! I'm the better actor," countered Asor.

"We'll see about that," said Larry.

They got to the door and pushed their way through the crowd of students that were also trying to find their role. They scanned through the list and were hit in the face with disappointment.

"What the what?! This has to be a mistake!" complained Aaron.

"Yeah! I can't possibly be the dumb garden gnome guy who gets killed," said Larry very unsatisfied.

"I'm a tree?? Why is that even a role?" asked Asor in disbelief.

"At least I got the narrator. That's kinda cool." Mya said frowning.

"No need to brag, Miss Better Actress," said Asor.

Noremac suddenly came and arriving with his minions.

He took a minute to look and search. "HA! A tree, I almost feel bad for you. But you would have messed up any other role."

He snatched Aaron's shades off his face, "Now I'm the star! See you losers later at rehearsal."

***

It was rehearsal time, and the crew had to make a plan to ruin the play.

"We can't let these suckers get away with taking the good parts," said Aaron.

"Yeah! If they're going to ruin it for us, we might as well ruin it for them!" yelled Larry.

"Keep your voice down. We can't let them know what we're planning," whispered Mya.

"Alright, here's what we will do..." started Asor.

***

The day of the play had arrived. The crew peeked through the curtains to see the crowd. Everybody and their grandmother were there, even pets! The lights were set, students exchanged nervous chatter, and it was time.

"Woah, look at our audience! It's a full house," said Larry.

"Little do they know, this play is going to be one they'll never forget." said Mya.

"Alright kids! Get to your positions, we're about to start." Ms. Canoe announced.

Everyone got to their positions and Ms. Canoe revealed herself to the crowd.

She cleared her throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much for coming! Tonight we will be performing, a play named Midget in the Mist. My students have worked very hard on this, you won't regret showing up! Enjoy!"

She walked off the stage and took a seat right in the front row. Mya came through the curtains to take her place.

"DEATH is upon us. Unfortunately, a Garden Gnome has been slain at the hands of a midget." recited Mya the Narrator, she dramatically made her hands very showy.

The curtains opened up and revealed Noremac as the Midget ferociously stabbing Larry the Gnome.

"No! Have mercy! I have a family waiting for me!" cried Larry the Gnome.

"And I have a paycheck waiting for me, so die quickly, eh? Can't keepeth the boss waiting," said Noremac the Midget. He stabbed the gnome viciously with no mercy or remorse present.

The gnome screamed, sneezed, and wheezed and eventually exhaled his last breath.

The midget chuckled. "Death by a butter knife. What a weakling."

Mya walked to the side of the stage, "The murderous midget could hear chatter farther in the woods. He knew he would have to soon make a swift decision."

Jeremy, playing as the play's constable arrived. "Fair lady, I see no such thing deep in the midst of these woods."

"Oh, but I heard the screams and pleas of a gnome! Please believe me, constable," begged Sydney, the snitch, in a high voice.

"Look! There be the killer!" She pointed in the midget's direction.

"You there! I must report thy name!" Screamed the constable as he was running towards the midget.

"Never in my own lifetime!" The midget screamed back.

Mya spoke up again, "And just like that, the midget once again disappeared into the mist."

"The midget hurried to the king's palace as quickly as his short forks could manage, but to his dismay that gent was met with an unpleasant surprise. He snuck into the small hole that was cleverly hidden by a bush into the king's palace."

"The king sat upon his throne lost deeply in thought, but the murderous midget threw a wee pebble at his left cheek," Mya explained.

"What is it that hath wanteth?" The king, Brad, asked bitterly.

"I seeketh my reward for your requested deed." The midget answered.

The king cocked his head but didn't look him in the eyes. "I shall not payeth thee for such a distasteful crime."

"The midget," Mya said with showy hands again, "Was not happy with the response he received. The moonlight highlighted the grimace that had formed on his features. It outraged him! Slowly going mad."

"We hadst a dealeth! Chewit up the chinks, king!" Noremac, the midget slammed his fists down unto a table nearly shattering it.

"Wherefore don't thee cometh and receiveth yourself?" The king drawled standing up.

"I shall." The midget challenged, gradually pulling out his small dagger.

"If it is true, it's a duel thee wanteth, thee didst get it." The king pulled out a weapon of his own, his mighty sword.

"The king suddenly thrust towards the smaller man, but got stabbed in his side as a result," Mya said with suspension in her voice.

The audience gasped.

"The king fell to the ground with a loud thud and moaned in pain, hands flying to his side." The small ones have the advantage, after all.

Mya once again came up and spoke as the audience watched what as transpiring before their eyes.

"The king lost miserably as that he was overweight from all the hags he burned and consumed." Mya tossed a ketchup packet to Brad, the dying king.

He splattered it across his neck making dramatic dying noises.

"AND NOW!" Mya screamed.

The audience hollered in confusion and fear.

Asor popped out of nowhere, "I CHALLENGE THEE TO A DUEL," He said with a fake sword pointing towards Noremac.

Noremac whispered loudly to them, "What are you idiots doing!? You're ruining my spotlight! Stick to the script!" He hissed.

"I understand not." He whispered. "DUEL TO THE DEATH!"

The king was confused at what was going on, so he made a logical choice to roll off the stage bumping into Larry, the now-dead gnome, who was cast off to the side.

Larry got annoyed and shoved back. Then Brad kicked him back. Noremac and Asor decided to throw hands and strangle each other.

The play was falling apart.

The audience consisted of concerned parents and older siblings cheering them on.

Ms. Canoe was signaling to a student to direct the lights off of them and close the curtains.

Aaron quickly stepped in, and pushed the kid out of the way and took over. He directed the lights unto Noremac and Asor.

Asor had pushed Noremac up to the window that the midget was supposed to fall out.

The constable came in and screamed, "Mine own goodness... THE KING HAS BEEN SLAIN BY A MURDEROUS MIDGET!" Jeremy saw that no one was paying attention to him so he joined in on the fighting, throwing fists here and there.

Asor grabbed the crown and robe off the king, yelling to the audience, "I AM NOW THE KING!!!"

He violently pushed Noremac through the window and he fell into the mist. The curtains closed, and Mya appeared for one last word.

"Longeth liveth the king?"

And with that, the curtains closed.

Ms. Canoe nervously came on stage. People murmured about the play.

It was complete silence in the audience until someone shouted from the crowd, "BEST! PLAY! EVER!"

The audience roared in response, with the sound of applause shaking the auditorium.

"Well, I'm glad you all enjoyed...whatever the heck that was! Hope to see you again next play. Thank you all for coming!"

All the actors came out and bowed. Larry whispered to the crew, "Sigh, we're such a crazy bunch."