Hey everyone! THis story has been spinning in my mind for a while so I finally decided to post it!

Hope ya enjoy!

Peter Tezla stared at the computer screen thoughtfully. He had just gotten hold of one of his old college friends and was in the process of waiting for his email reply.

So far they had discussed the "good old days" and other stuff like that, when Tezla asked what he was doing for a living these days.

The small ding from the speakers announced that Jason had just replied.

"Pete,

I don't work anymore, I turned in my stocks and became a billionaire, isn't life great? I am still unmarried and enjoy throwing big parties. How about you?"

Tezla thought for a moment. He wasn't as fortunate as Jason, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to tell him the truth, so he lied.

"Jason,

I to have been blessed with a large sum of money, but instead of retirement I opened a professional car repair. The prices are high, but your car will be better than brand new. I've got professional mechanics that all come from wealthy families. They are the most well bred and knowledgeable group that you could ever find."

After a few minutes Jason replied.

"Pete,

You always were into cars weren't you. OK I've got an idea, why don't you come to one of my parties? It's formal dress code and there'll be some formal dancing to. Even better, why don't some of your workers come to? I won't take no for an answer Pete. the parties at my place next week at 7 o'clock.

Well, I'm off to the golf course! See you there!"

He stared at the screen, reread it a couple times just to make sure he wasn't having a really bad hallucination, then groaned. Him and his big mouth.

Tezla got up and looked out the window over the garage. Kurt seemed to be helping Monkey with his car, while Monkey was babbling on and on in the drivers seat obviously asking alot of questions. everyone else was probably resting or in the "relax room" as they called it.

Maybe some of them could pass off as "formal people", maybe if he was really lucky one of them actually knew how to dance formally.

Tezla was snapped out of his daze when a large boom was heard and a mushroom cloud of black smoke came from the back of Monkey's car. Which, unfortunately was where Kurt was.

The next thing he knew a black faced Kurt was chasing Monkey all around the garage with a big wrench.

"Doctor Tezla? I've got a couple questions about the... Is everything alright? you look kinda pale."

Tezla turned to Lani.

"No Lani. Everything is not alright. Take a look at this!"

Lani slowly walked over to the email Tezla was pointing at. After she read it Lani turned to Tezla with a horror stricken look.

"You're going to turn up at his party with the drivers?!"

"And what other choice do I have?! Maybe they won't be so bad."

Just then Kurt walked in. All his face and uniform was black except for a outline around his face of where his racing goggles were.

"Monkey needs a new car, and probably a new face once I get through with him." He growled.

Kurt looked up to see Lani shaking her head and Tezla was banging his head on the wall.

"Maybe this is a bad time." Kurt mumbled back stepping out of the office.

"Why? Why?! Why!"

Tezla thought as he kept pounding his head on the wall. Then a thought occurred to him.

"Lani, do you know how to dance?"

Lani, a bit surprised that Tezla would ask such a question, replied hesitantly.

"Well, my dad taught me practically every dance known when I was thirteen, I remember a few of them. But I know for a fact that Karma is really good at any kind of dancing."

Well that's good, because you girls are going to be teaching a bunch of incompetent men how to dance."

Lani blinked a couple times, hoping this was all a horrible dream, anytime now she was going to wake up and be annoyed with Monkey trying to profess his undying love. But unfortunately, everything was still there. Tezla, the email, smoke stained windows, everything!

"Me and Karma are going to teach the guys how to dance?"

Tezla nodded.

"Well not all of them of course, I give you a list of who you have to teach. Wylde is out of the question. With his drone arm and all. But it's not just dancing Lani. Your going to have to teach them propper etiquette, table manners, everything that they might come across when there. You can go and break the news to them now, they'll need time to prepare."

Lani groaned. This was not going to end well.

She stormed out of the control room, stomped down the hall trying to find the words to tell the boys as gentally as she could.

Just when she turned the corner she came face to face with Karma.

Well what did you think? Please review and tell me what you thought!

"Oh hey Lani, I was just looking for you. Kurt was wondering where Monkey was, he had this murderous look in his eye. Do you know anything about that?"