Basically, this is my idea of what the flock would be like if they lived in an alternate universe. I wrote this about a month ago, but I've been so busy with school that this is my first chance to post it. It's going to be a two-shot, and the first chapter is the alternate universe, and the second is what would really happen. Enjoy!
"Guys, get up! Max is making breakfast!" Fang yelled.
Iggy scrambled up, and in his haste, tripped over the coffee table.
Fang laughed, and Nudge ignored them both, silently walking over to where Max and Angel were arguing.
"For the last time, Angel, just because you're the oldest doesn't mean you should be the leader!"
"I'm two years older than you, Max. It's not fair that you get to be in charge."
Gazzy walked up to them, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. "Max, can we have pancakes?"
Max glanced doen at the bacon and eggs she had just made, then back at his face, which held an innocent expression.
"Sure," she said, giving in.
"Max, that's not fair!" Fang whined. "I wanted pancakes yesterday, but you said no."
Max ignored him. "Iggy, set the table," she yelled.
"Max, I don't think you should've said that," Nudge muttered.
Max's eyes widened at the memory, then called, "Nevermind Iggy, I-"
There was a loud yelp from the dining room, then the sound of glass breaking.
Fang giggled, Nudge rolled her eyes and shrugged, and Gazzy just smiled angelically.
"I wouldn't have made that mistake, Max," Angel said.
Max ignored her. "How many, Ig?"
His voice was downcast. "Six."
Max groaned. "Do we have any paper plates?"
"I don't know. Someone else check. I'll probably find some way to break those."
The funniest part to me is the idea of Fang giggling and whining. I hoped you liked it, and please review! I'll have the next part up tomorrow probably. And I will probably be doing a few songfics, since those are short and easy. I'll save the long stories for summer.