WARNING: Original Characters (they don't screw around with canon much, though) and a completely unexpected pairing.
Okay, ladies and gents. I've liked MF for thi-i-i-i-i-i-i-s long and I've yet to make fanfic. But now it is the time to submit MY piece! Hope it is enjoyed, and I've tried not to deviate from the original. Ta-dah!

Mort stepped out from behind the red curtains set in his room. He wore a smart black tuxedo and an expression that tried to be serious, but (being Mort) came off as charming and a bit funny. He was staring directly in front of him, as though at an audience.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." He said to nobody in particular—you, perhaps. "The following tale my shock you. It may even horrify you. Viewer discretion is— "

"MORTIMER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?" a shrill voice demanded from downstairs. Mort winced.

"Erm, nothing, mother!"

"Well, hurry up and finish nothing! Your clam-and-bean sprout casserole's getting cold!" the sound of footsteps was heard. Sheepishly, Mort went back behind the curtains.

"Let the show begin 'kay thanks!" he said quickly.

-000-

Vendetta's head was about to go through the wall. How did that stupid girl keep getting in here?

With disgust, she glared at the blue bimbo in front of her, who was bobbing from foot to foot as she danced around her unfit kitchen/fiend lab. She wanted to shoot that bow right off of Charlotte's head as she giggled, singing (again) about the joys of…
Politics.
…Okay.

"Forty-four presidents!
Pretty White House residents!
If we met each other,
I'm sure we'd be best friends!" Charlotte stopped, taking the opportunity to lace her arm around Vendetta's shoulder and pulled her close. "But not bester than US!" She added gleefully.

Enraged, Vendetta pried the hand from her and threw it back at Charlotte, who was dumb enough to let it hit her in the face.

"STUPID LITTLE GIRL!" She spat. "How do you keep entering my house? Leave at once and leave me to my fiends!" in a second, Charlotte was right back over her shoulder.

"Can I watch?" She asked sing-songily. Vendetta groaned.

"No! You may not. Your mere PRESENCE is bound to offset something!" Charlotte paused for a moment, as though thinking. But she couldn't be, for she had no brain. After racking her empty skull, she asked sweetly, "What are you baking?" Vendetta sighed.

"We have been through this a thousand times, you idiot! I am not baking cookies, I am not baking pie, I am not baking cupcakes, I am not baking muffins, I am not baking biscuits, I AM NOT BAKING! I AM MAKING! A! FIEND!" she hollered, with enough force to blow Charlotte's hair straight out of the curls, waving a schematic in the air wildly. Rather than leave, the blue girl just laughed obliviously and grabbed the schematic.

"Huh?" Vendetta asked in confusion. "G-g-give me that back!" She swiped at it while Charlotte unrolled it, taking a peek. "Y-you will regret this!"

"Ooh! Vendetta, this picture you drew is so pretty!" she exclaimed. "It looks like the one I drew earlier!" at that, Charlotte rolled up that plan and pulled out one identical to it from…nowhere at all.

"What? You drew a schematic?" Vendetta asked. "Of what?"

Charlotte beamed. Finally, her best friend was curious about her interests! "It's for a LOVE potion!" She squealed, pulling Vendetta into a strangling hug. To this, the green girl's mouth and eyebrows flattened. So much for obfuscating stupidity. Forcing Charlotte off of her, she grabbed back a—I'm sorry, her schematic and said, "Hmph! I've no time for your childish nonsense!" It was at this moment that Grudge stomped in, a coffee mug in hand. "HAMSTER!" Vendetta pointed out the door. "REMOVE OF THIS GIRL!"

With an unceremonious toss, the order was carried out, with Charlotte landing flat on her face.