(A/N) I don't own the Storm Hawks
"I hate doing the dishes." Finn complained to a pillar of plates.
The Storm Hawks team hadn't seen some action in a while and Arreow had decided to clean ship. Piper was doing the laundry, Stork was tuning up the rides and Junko was washing them afterwards, Arreow was nowhere to be seen so Finn had the dishes.
"I hate doing the dishes." Finn whined again.
"I heard you the first time," Piper said hanging the last of the clothes to dry. "There, Junko, Stork! Do you need anything from the market?"
"No thanks, Piper!" the Wallop hollered back.
"I don't need anything." Stork said in his normal, depressed tone.
"Market?" Finn asked Piper and she got her bag.
"Yeah, the Terra we landed on has a huge market,"
"Can I come?!"
"Well…"
"Pleeeeeaase?"
"Ok," Piper gave in. "Just don't get in trouble, got it?"
The market was swarming with activity, creature of all races swarming around, buying and selling. Some shops were just a cart hooked to the back of a ride, others were full blown cabins made from the forest that covered the terra.
"Wow, look at these amulets Finn!" Piper was looking threw some jewelry in a shop run by a