(A/N) RANDOM ONESHOT. I may have requested a drabble about this to a few fanfictioners before, but I am about to lighten your burden of requests.

I am sorry to say that I was helped out by my not so trusty sister 'spunky'aardvark'4eva'

Splat, splat, splat.

OH NO SHE DI'ENT!

Let me elaborate, we, (the flock) where in a random kitchen in a random hotel in downtown Chicago and, amazingly, where wherever we were, they actually LEFT US ALONE WITH MEATBALLS.

Ya, I know, scary image.

So, naturally, we were having a meatball fight. Cuz, I mean seriously, what else do you do with a couple hundred meatballs at your disposal? Think of it as dogeball but with meatballs instead of foam pieces of crap.

Me (max), Iggy and Gazzy were on one team and Fang, Nudge, and Angel on the other team. Total didn't really count because he was just another ball of meat that ran around screaming "MEAT IN MY FUR! I HAVE MEAT IN MY FUR! SOMONE GET THE MEAT OUT OF MY FUR!"

Then, magically, another poor Chef comes in with a full plate of AMAZIMG smeling brownies, but the poor dude was so shocked that he just dropped the plate and ran out the door.

So let me sum up the situation. The Flock + random hotel kitchen + Meatballs + brownies

= SO MUCH CHAOS THAT YOU WILL WET YOUR PANTS.

I was chucking meatballs with one hand and brownies with the other. Fang got nailed in the head by Gazzy. People were staring through the window in the door, with shocked expressions on their faces.

They're just jealous of our mad skillz, I thought

But just then I got a screwball right into my face. I turned to look at my attacker. Fang. Oh, he was gonna be screwed. Hard. I ran at him with my coolio mutnant speed and Fang went down, hard. Like in the club, the mall, the trail, and anywhere you meet me goin down. (A/N anyone get it? Anyone? Like Goin Down by Young Joc? No? neither do I.) so I had him pinned down, and what did I do? I spread meatballs all over his shirt, socks, shoes, hair and nostril.

OH . SHIT.

Fang was fuming from the ears, but if it was because of the meatballs themselves, or just from the horror of something the slightest bit colorful making contact with him, I was not sure.

'Bring me to Life' by Evanescence, 'The Piano knows something I don't know' by Panic! at the Disco, 'under the gun' by the killers, 'Cemetary Drive' by My Chemical Romance, 'MakeDamnSure' by Taking Back Sunday,