I got the idea for this forever ago, but I didn't actually write it until that long hiatus. Anyway, hope you like it!

Disclaimer: James Patterson owns Maximum Ride. Saint, AKA St. Fang of Boredom, owns the censor thing and the herring whackage thing. I own… um… the idea? Naw, it's probably already been done… so I own nothing.

Ella dragged me across the room.

"No!" I shouted at her. "I… won't… do it! Let… me… go!"

I tried to wiggle out of her grasp, but I couldn't get purchase, since I was wearing socks and I was being dragged across the waxed wood floors of Dr. Martinez's house.

I tried to elbow Ella in the stomach, but I missed, and banged it against her bony hip. My entire arm went numb.

Ella panted, "I'm… sticking you… in… a dress… if it's… the last thing I do!"

"It may very well be!" I retorted.

Ella dragged me across her doorway, then banged it (the door) shut with her foot. "Quit… fighting… me!"

"Never!" I shouted back, and lashed out at her with my foot. It connected solidly. "Oof!"

Ella was wheezing for breath, but she still managed to get her dresser open. "Nudge…" she gasped out. "help… me…"

Nudge came running in. She shut the door behind herself, closing off my escape route, and was suddenly right next to me. She twisted my arms behind my back.

I was fighting them, but Ella dodged my flailing limbs and Nudge absorbed my blows.

Ella finally got my shirt off. How she did it while my hands we being held behind my back, I have no idea. However she did it, she's good.

I squeaked as she dragged a dress over my head. Nudge let go for a split second so Ella cold shove my arms through the sleeves.

I fought tooth and nail, but when Ella's determined, nothing can stop her.

"Get this f—king dress off me!"

Ella calmly told me, "You're pissing off the censors."

She pointed to two old guys, who were sitting behind a desk at the other end of her room. They were glaring at me.

"They saw me in my bra!" I squealed.

"At least they didn't see you without pants on!" Nudge told me.

"Not for much longer!" Ella said,

She yanked my jeans off, followed by my socks. Ella slid high heels onto my feet. "Get those the f—k off me!" I screamed at her, kicking with all my might.

One of the old guys threw something at me. He missed, and when it hit the bedroom wall, I realized it was a herring.

A feminine figure clad in a black, hooded cloak appeared and shouted, "I copyrighted that!"

Then she disappeared.

Nudge and Ella started dragging me out of Ella's bedroom.

"NO!" I wailed.

They dragged me down the hall. I was probably really scratching up the floor with my heels. I didn't care.

I tried to headbutt Ella, but only succeeded in cracking my skull against her shoulder.

"Let the f—k go of me!"

Something wet and fishy-smelling smacked into the back of my head.

Ella and Nudge dragged me down the stairs, and into the living room, where Fang, Iggy, Angel, Total, Dr. Martinez, Akila, and Magnolia. Jeb was off somewhere, having a Solitaire tournament with Gazzy.

Angel exclaimed, "You look so cute, Max!"

I muttered, "Cute is what you call a dog."

"I heard that!" Total yelled.

Iggy asked, "What does she look like?"

Fang was looking at me like I was candy.

"You just had to shove me into a black v-neck, didn't you?"

Ella nodded vigorously and smiled. That's when I realized that Mom was staring at the ceiling.

"Can I get out of this f—king dress yet?" I snapped.

A herring smacked my forehead, and everything went blue…

Yes, that is the ending of this oneshot. Oh, and sorry about the overall OOCness! It really couldn't be helped…

UPDATE(3/9): So I just reread this, and I noticed that it could turn into a continuous fic, if you guys want, or maybe a twoshot or threeshot.. Thoughts?

R&R?