A/N: hey guys this is a crack fic, and contains some… really retarded stuff. I know I should be working on my other 5 on going stories, but I promised a friend I would post this ASAP! So tah dah! I hope you feel o.k. after reading this. The inspiration came from a really weird conversation with my friend about how Iggy would be able to tell apart the shampoo and conditionor and other crap in the bathroom. So we came up with 'Help Iggy find the shampoo duty' that Gazzy and Fang switch off on so without further ado, I Crackfic.

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"Fang! I need help!" yelled my idiotic 'brother'. He was on the other side of the bathroom door taking a shower.

"I'm not going in there!" I screamed back. No way in HELL was I getting anywhere near THAT!

"Fine! Forget you!" he yelled back. Great this about the time he acts retarded.

"SONAR POWERS IGNITE!"

Then came the worst sound I ever heard. Worse than Max and Iggy singing.

Worse than a dying narwhal.

Worse than Demi Lovato.

Worse than Justin FREAKING Beiber.

"AAAAIIIEEEEEEEE!"

Thin the sound of crashing. Forget this. I rushed in to see if a bomb went off.

"What the hell is going on?" that's the first time I ever yelled in my freaking life outside of a fight.

"Iggy!" I screamed. "What the HELL happened?" he was sprawled out on the floor. No you sickos! He had pants on. Iggy always showers with his pants on! And I know that because I'm not blind.

"Well…." He said. "I couldn't find the shampoo, so I decided to pick the right bottle using my sonar powers." I just blinked dumbfounded at his newly found retardness.

"Sonar Powers?" I asked.

"yes! Watch" oh no, this had gone on far enough.

"AAAAIIIEEEEEEEE!"

His forehead stated having extreme spasms as his tongue flew out of his mouth.

"MAX!" I yelled. She had to stop him before he killed me and crap.

"What!" she bellowed as she rushed into the tiny bathroom.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" she screamed "I will not make this a threesome!" she yelled as she went on a rant.

"How can we have any fun if I haven't taken these pants off in forever?" Iggy asked. Oh god, no just no.

"Heck I don't know what my legs look like!" he exclaimed, he had the same pants on for the past two years. I did not like where this was going.

"Let's find out!" he yelled, tearing off his pants, revealing veggie tale boxers a bit too small for him. Oh god! I'm going to puke!"

"Oh wow! I can feel the sexiness radiating off of them!" he yelled, obviously pleased with his "sexy" really white… shiny … creamy..

NO!

"Ughhhh!" I roared, getting out of the bathroom, shutting the door.

"Sexy my ass!" I muttered. I felt the bile coming up my throat.

"No need to be sexually frustrated!" he called to me. That's it I'm never on 'help Iggy with finding the shampoo duty again!