As the day was beginning and residents of the neatly tucked away community called Fabletown began to stir there was already one wide awake with a mischievous smirk on his lips. The lanky man strolled away from the front doors of the towering apartment building known as the Woodlands while whistling a simple tune. He turned on the heels of his boot covered feet to admire his handy work, a wicked gleam in his amber eyes. He moved a strand of his wild raven colored hair out of his pale face as he analyzed the small trap he had set up. A small string attached to the entrance of the Woodlands that would cause a bucket of water fallowed by a bag of flour to fall on whoever opened the apartment's doors It was simple honestly, but a master piece all the same. The man couldn't help but let out a small smirk as he stepped back further and took a seat on the bench that waited in the courtyard of the Woodlands, he was practically giddy with excitement. One would expect a man of his age not to get so worked up over childish pranks let alone commit them himself, but whoever truly knew the man would know that this was him holding back. For this prankster was Boogie, former nightmarish monster of legend now the pranking fiend of Fabletown. Boogie let out another giggle before he managed to regain his composer and tried his best to look as innocent as possible as to not let anyone catch on to what he was doing.

Mary smiled as she locked her house up, a sense of relief came to her. Today was going to be a different day, she was sure of it. Her eyes scanned her front yard and landed on a truck full of wooden crates. She loved the simplicity of her life now. She only wished she could share it with her beautiful sister, but a monster- no, she couldn't think of that right now. Instead, she walked over to her truck and drove to town. It was a short ways away but she always drove slow so she could take in the atmosphere.

Rook snapped awake, coughing at the sudden cloud of dust that formed when he sat up, with some difficulty. Books. All over. ANd he wasn't in his bed... Evidently, he'd pulled a bookshelf over on top of himself the night before.

That meant... Today was a good day to get some fresh air. Too much dust, not enough sun down here in the basement. The Black Thief pulled himself to his feet and dusted himself off, walking up the stairs and out of the bookstore, stepping into the morning sun.

"Bigby?" Colin the pig said as he shook the Big Bad wolf awake with a cloven hoof. "Hey Bigby!" Colin persisted. "What is it this time?" Bigby groaned. He had gone straight to bed after work the previous night, and hadn't even changed out of his clothes.

"I was wondering if I could look in your fridge. I'm starving." said the pig. Bigby rubbed his eyes and got up from his bed. "Fine, but you shouldn't be here. Why arn't you back on the Farm?" Colin went over to the fridge and nudged it open with his snout. "The Farm is hell, not that you'd know." Colin sniffed around the fridge, resting his nose on a box of Chinese take-out. "Really, Bigby? Sweet and sour pork? That's sick." Bigby laughed and grabbed a beer from the fridge and opening it. "And yet you keep coming here."

Jack slowly opened his eyes to the daylight of Fabletown. He tiredly sat up and yawned. Half awake, he got up and walked over to a corner and started to pee. He then realized after sometime that he was on top of a rooftop. Zipping up his pants, He popped his head off the roof a little to see he was on top of the Branstock Tavern. Jack is known for easily falling asleep in the most oddest of places.

He then picked up his bag and items and descended down. He took position on corner and sat there playing with a loose thread on his shirt.

Mary pulled up to her stand in the market, a tight smile on her face. Obviously it was much more difficult to deal with people than with fruits, so her excitement this morning dimmed a bit at the thought of talking to people she barely knew. Though, if she got to know them then it wouldn't be as difficult. She started to unload the fruits, until the watermelons came into play. She bit her bottom lip, trying to figure out how to get them off her truck. It was the first time she sold watermelons, so this would take a while.

Jack now wandering the streets does a double take when he sees an attractive women trying to unload what seemed like a watermelon. He smiled innocently as he approached the woman putting on his best 'helpful teenager act'
"Would like some 'elp, madam" he said with a British thick accent. Before she could answer he picked up the watermelon, trying to hide his own struggle with its massive weight, and lifted it upon his shoulder. "Mighty fine fruits, madam." he commented picking up another watermelon and hauling it onto his other shoulder.

Mary turned to the teen and her eyes widened. "You shouldn't lift that all by yourself!" She almost gasped when he picked up the second crate, but she cleared her throat instead and blinked bewilderedly. She glanced back at her other fruits and she smiled. "well, thank you for the compliment and the help. Would you like something for payment?" She indicated the fruits with a crooked smile.

Bigby managed to kick Colin out of his apartment after much cajoling. He's gonna get me in a lot of trouble someday. he thought to himself, falling into his chair. Almost as soon as he got comfortable, his phone started to ring. He took a quick pull of his beer and picked up the receiver. "This ought to be good."