Mike started, what had woke him? He got the answer when he saw four confused people in his room. "Dagnabit, where are we?" The eldest man, a tall figure with short white hair, spoke up.

"How should we know? With a GPS or somethin'?" This time it was a young fit man in tight jeans and fire-red hair. The jursy accent sparked something in Mike's memory and made him gasp.

"Now look, you dingoes yapping and chattering woke him!" The new speaker was the mirror image to Mike, but he wore a sari outfit with a fedora. The second man turned to punch the third one, when a girl got between them. She also had a strong resemblance to Mike, and appeared to be the youngest of the four. Her long black hair stopped to the middle of her back, and she was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. She was as athletic as the second man, but her eyes did not have the same amount of fire.

"Stop, stop! Svetlana do not like to see her brothers fighting!" she cried, clearly distressed. This made Mike sit up in bed. He could think of only one Russian who would call two men so different from her 'brothers'. But that was impossible, he had not heard from them in twenty four months!

He gulped. "Chester, Svetlana, Vito, Manitoba? I- is that you?!" Four heads turned to him, and eight eyes widened in shock.

Vito was the frist to regain his nerve. "Well, dang." He whispered. Mike had to admit he summed it up perfectly.


Well, what do you guys think? This is my frist time writing for this fandom, so I hope I kept everyone to character. If you want, you could add any tweaks to the plot or to the human designs of Chester, Vito, Manitoba, and Svetlana.