This is purely for humor. I apoligize for any OOC characters and anything off (i.e. Max wouldn't let them listen to such music [especially Gazzy!]) but I won't get offended by constructive critisism. Matter of fact, I encourage constructive critisism.

This was just an idea that popped in my head at random. It was gonna be a oneshot but you are welcome to PM any other ideas.

Once again: All characters belong to James Patterson and Teach Me How to Dougie belongs to California Swag District.

Without further or do:

Max POV

"I'm bored…" Gazzy droned for the umpteenth time.

"I've heard." muttered Fang, bringing his hand to his forehead as if clutching it would make his headache go away. I don't have a degree in the medical field, heck, I'm not even a high school graduate, but I have a feeling that if he sat up and quit letting his head hang off the couch, it might go away.

"Why don't you tell him that?" came the delicate voice of Angel .I glanced over at her and was met by a pair of baby blue orbs looking back at me. All eyes were on her.

"Tell who what?" I interrogated.

"Tell Fang that sitting upwards might make his headache go away."

I gave a fleeting look to Fang, who had taken my advice. "I think we're good."

Quietness settled in again, besides the sounds of Iggy popping his mouth every few seconds, until Gazzy jumped up.

"I know what to do!" He bounced and started jumping up and down.

In unison, everyone but Fang, exclaimed. "What?"

"Prank calls."

Um, I don't know if he has noticed, but the era for prank calling is over. They have caller id now, silly boy. But, I suppose I can let him have some fun, I mean, it can't hurt him, and he needs some fun time. And I'm tired of raining on their parade all the time. We can all join in.

"Sure, that sounds like fun."

The whole room seemed to have perked up, especially Nudge." Who are you going to call?"

Gazzy seemed pretty set on whoever he was going to call, because he picked up the phone and retrieved a phone book from the table.

His blues eyes scanned over the transparently thin pages and he tapped his finger on a name in capital letters: SYLVAN TUTORING.

Then, an immoral grin appeared on his angelic face as he dialed the number.

"Who…?" came Ig's voice from behind, obviously irritated that nobody had told him what was going on.

"Gazzy is going to prank call as Sylvan Tutoring." I affirmed in a hushed tone as the Gasman put it on speaker phone.

Then came a voice from the other side of the line," Sylvan Tutoring, how may I assist you?"

Gazzy's voice swiftly changed from his normal boyish tone to a feminine intonation of a mother, "Yes ma'am. I was wondering if you could help me."

"And with what subject does your child need help with?"

"Oh no, ma'am ; its not my child, its me." Gazzy explained, "I was wondering if you could help me with dance."

"Dancing?" the woman on the other end drawled.

Nudge and Angel were already snickering, and I gestured for them to quiet down or evacuate the room till they could calm down. Iggy smirked. Even Fang managed to crack a smile. I hadn't a clue as to where Gaz was going with this.

"Oh yes, ma'am.. That's right." Gazzy replied.

"I'm sorry, Miss but we don't offer that kind of tutoring." The woman contradicted, "Is there anything else I can help-"

Gazzy cut her off," Oh no, ma'am - its Mrs. and I really need you to…" Gazzy paused," Teach Me How to Dougie."

"Excuse me?" The woman sounded perplexed, as if she didn't know what he was talking about. Adults these days…

"Teach me how to dougie." Gaz repeated, as if it were the most obvious thing.

"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Of course you don't..." Gasman muttered.

Then, he broke into song and the whole room broke into laughter that was muffled by pillows or our own fists. I was shocked to see that Fang's face had gone red with amusement. It was a rare, but delightful sight.

"Teach me how to dougie, teach me, teach me how to dougie." Gazzy droned on, "All my bi-"

I cleared my voice.

"-People love it. All my people love me.

"Ma'am, I really don't-"

" It seems that I'm going to have to teach you how to dougie. I thought this was Sylvan turoring, you should teach me. I am quite disappointed"

Surprised that she hadn't hung up yet, I shook my head in embarrassment. Its fun to see how much fun these kids have on their own.

"Ma'am, we don't have time for-"

Then , Gazzy's voice shifted back to normal." I'm a boy. I have the male anatomy-"

I hit his hand before he said it. We do have Angel around, and I would rather not have her pick up on crude language as such. Its kind of a scary thought…

"But, I'm pretty sure I was just on the line with a woman." the receptionist was getting irritated and to be frank, I don't' blame her.

"Well, I am insulted. Just because my voice never cracked does not mean that you have to ridicule me-"

"I'm not ridiculing you, I'm just confused-"

"Well, I bet you are! Imma sue you!" And with that Gazzy jabbed the pound button and we all exploded into laughter.

Once it had died down, Gazzy looked at us and asked, "Who next?"

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