This is a Warriors Laughter Machine. The more the laughs, the more I will do. I don't own ANYTHING but Eveningpaw, Billowpaw, and Wispkit and Sleetfoot. They are real cats. I am Eveningpaw, Billowpaw is my real brother.... ENJOY!

Eveningpaw: Hey there! This is another Eveningpaw production, and my brother is my accomplice!

Billowpaw: BURP

Eveningpaw: Good times... good times... anyway, the first cat to pass our grounds to get to Warriors Laughter Machine is... is...

Billowpaw: DUH!

Eveningpaw:*uh*... Our judges are...Leafpool, Stormfur, Yellowfang, Bluestar, Whitestorm... but more importantly... YOU! So review your butts off!

Billowpaw: Hee hee hee...butts...

Eveningpaw: *sigh* I know you are from FARTCLAN....but...seriously....

Billowpaw: Hee hee hee... fart...*Bliiiii*

Eveningpaw: Ew. Anyway, the first one to pass our grounds... as I was saying before rudely interrupted *glares at the nitwit in the corner, doing goofy smile*... will be Tigerstar!

Tigerstar: HA! HA! I knew I would be back! I told you! Hey! *Spots Wispkit, the new camera-kit pointing something shiny at him* Stupid infernal contraption! *chews infernal contraption, which happened to be a camera*

Wispkit: Evenigpaw! He got saliva on my new 234-2D!

Eveningpaw: *gaspeth* Oh no! Santa gave it to us for X-mas! *gets something out of pocket* DIE! *Sprays pepperspray right in Tigerstar's eyes*

Tigerstar: EH! I am blind!

Eggpaw: Like me.

Eveningpaw: Like Eggpaw. Well, at least I saved 5666 bucks.

Billowpaw: cheapsake.

Eveningpaw: Well... let's just get this thing ON!

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Tigerstar padded to places that he could not see, sight blurred by the stinging thing in his eyes 'pepperspray'. He walked right to the edge of a glistening lake, his reflection perfect. Tigerstar washed his eyes. The woods around him were dim and there was something eerie about it. Something tapped in on the shoulder. Tigerstar spun wildly around.

"What the!?" There stood a beautiful calico she-cat with sparkling, deep blue eyes. Tigerstar rubbed his eyes with his paws, which is a very hard thing to do if you are a cat. "Hello," She said in a perfect voice, and Tigerstar rubbed his ears. 'I am Flaxfeather. Welcome to my home."

"Why in Starclan do you live in his dump, beautiful?" Tigerstar purred, wagging his, um, 'M' mark that was like a connected eyebrow. Flaxfeather chuckled lightly. Wow, Tigerstar never expected his flirting to be so good. He had to try 1123123123124346578 plus unknown times to get Goldenflower. Plus more unknowns, to be exact.

"It's not here, but I can take you to my cottage," she mewed with honey in her voice, whicch Tigerstar suspected literally as there was something gold in her mouth, and there was a cloud of bees nearby. By the way, he thought, was in the Dark Forest is a cottage? Oh well... wait! It must be a twoleg thing... a dull bell rung in his poorly kept brain, which was shriveled up. This was his equation: Twoleg=Eveningpaw... Cottage=Twoleg...... Flaxfeather= One of Evenigpaw's employees up to the job of doing something bad to him! (I don't know how that got in there...)

"Sure!" he decided to play along. If he was going down, he was taking Eveningpaw with him and many happy memories with Flaxfeather.... Hee hee hee.

They padded to the far corners of the lake to a small, cosy den. Tigerstar settled himself in a 'chair', as she called it. Flaxfeather turned and called out, "Ternfrost!"

A lovely she-cat with a gray pelt in the pattern of an average tortie came out with something in her paws.

'Oh, hello, I was just baking some pie!" Ternfrost, who had a remarkably similar name to Hawkfrost, as they have frost at the end and they both were birds, held out the brown thing in her paws. So that is pie! Tigerstar thought. He gave a great bid wiff and sighed. Eveningpaw sure did a good job. But it was poisen, and he knew it. So, since Tigerstar knew that is was poisen, he ate some.

"Delicious!" he mewed with a mouth full. So there was no poisen in there after all, unless it took a slow and grave effect. But, after all, he was Tigerstar, so he ate until the sun set. They seemed to have an everlasting supply of denmade pie.

"Oh, no more, no more..." Tigerstar grumbled some time in the morning, and he had a huge stomach by then. But Ternfrost and Flaxfeather didn't budge their paws.

"Eat the pie!" meowed Flaxfeather, her face set in a smile. "Eat the pie," her face got more serious and it didn't have a smile on it anymore. "Eat the pie. Eat the pie," she chanted. This was creeping Tigerstar out, but he couldn't possibly be afraid of two sissies!

"Eat the pie," Ternfrost commanded, as she too had joined in. "Eat the pie. Eat the pie. Eat the pie. Eat the pie..." Tigerstar stood his ground as they got closer. Finally, Flaxfeather tried to pry his jaws open, and Tigerstar tried to slap her away in response, but she didn't budge. He leapt back and hissed menacingly, but then he collapsed in a corner, as he was too fat.

"Eat the pie. Eat the pie. Eat the pie. Eat the pie." Tigerstar wimpered and covered his face.

"Help!" he squealed in fright. "Help!"

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bell sounded and the scene came up in the roll. The actors went away to take their breaks. Eveningpaw and Billowpaw gathered in on Tigerstar, who remained cowering.

"Did we over do it?" Eveningpaw asked her brother.

"Nah," snorted Billowpaw. In fact, he cared less.