I had a shot at tragedy, so here's my attempt at humour!
I do not Own Teen Titans, but I will, someday…
Robin was not happy, as usual. He was having a meeting with several honorary titans and needed as much room as possible in the tower for them to sleep in. 50 were coming around. 30 could sleep in spare rooms no-one used. 10 could fit into the living room. 3 in Starfire's room, 2 in Cyborg's, Raven wouldn't let anyone in her room (they would also probably get freaked out by the masks and stuff hanging from the walls.) and 2 people in his room. That left 3 people that would fir comfortably in Beast Boy's room, if he could find Beast Boy that is.
Beast Boy's room was an absolute tip! There were clothes all over the floor, the bed covers were sprawled out across the carpet, various video games and comics littered the surfaces and sweet wrappers and old packets of tofu covered any other clear spaces.
"BEAST BOY!" Robin shouted, failing to notice the small green fly on the wall.
"Cyborg?" he asked the half robot on the sofa.
"What?" he asked.
"Have you seen Beast Boy?"
"No."
At that moment, Starfire came flying in sporting a pink frilly apron and carrying a feather duster.
"Star, do you know where Beast Boy is?"
"No friend Robin, I am afraid I do not know where friend Beast Boy is at this moment in time." she answered as she dusted the dustless T.V.
Raven chose this moment to float in with a book in her hand.
"Raven, you don't know where Beast Boy is, do you?" Robin asked desperately.
"He's behind you." she answered in her usual monotone, without looking away from her book.
"Huh?" startled, Robin turned around to see a oddly coloured fly on the wall behind him. He looked closer and was that the fly was green.
"Beast Boy." he said sternly, folding his arms. The changeling turned back into his human form and grinned nervously.
"Hey Robin!" he laughed slightly.
"Beast Boy, you need to clean your room!"
"What are you, my mother?" Beast Boy muttered under his breath.
"Beast Boy, go clean it NOW!" Robin barked, pointing to the door.
"But with what shall I clean it?" BB asked innocently.
"A broom maybe!"
"But the broom's broken."
"Then buy another one!"
"With what shall I buy one?"
"Money?"
"But where shall I get the money?"
"Try a job."
"But you have to work for a week before you get paid."
"Clean your room and I'll give you some money!"
"With what shall I clean my room!"
"A broom."
"But the broom's broken."
Robin growled when he realised he wasn't getting anywhere. He looked around the room. Starfire was giggling under her breath, Raven was trying not to smile. Cyborg had gotten up and was looking in a cupboard.
"It's okay BB, I found another one here!" Cyborg said, holding up a fully functional broom. Now it was Beast Boy's turn to growl. Robin took the broom from Cyborg and handed it to Beast Boy.
"There you go! Now, go and clean your room!"
I really don't know why I wrote this. I guess I just got this idea when reading 'Bart Simpson's Guide to Life' (pg45 if you have the book!)
R&R!