A/N: For emotionalpoemgirl. Something happy…and a very meager attempt at humor. But remember, criticism and reviews are always welcome!

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"Hey, Iggy!" Angel sang happily as she came bolting down the stairs. Iggy's head raised from the stereo guts laid out across the table (Max would kill him; this was the fourth stereo he'd done this to), facing Angel's direction with curiosity etched across his face. Gazzy, who was sitting beside Iggy, watched his little sister come flying into sight.

Angel didn't have a chance to dodge before she was snatched out of sight by a blur of brown skin and tawny feathers.

Angel was screaming with laughter as she shouted, "Iggy, I have something to mmf-"

Iggy shrugged, and the two boys continued working on their bomb. After a few moments, Iggy heard footsteps. He grabbed Gazzy's arm, and the two stood in front of the kitchen table just in time to block it from Max's vision.

"Nudge!" Max barked. "Get off of Angel!"

"But, Max-"

"Now!"

Nudge heaved a heavy sigh, and she took her hand from over Angel's mouth. The second she did so, Angel was singing, "Iggy and Nudge, sitting in a tree-"

This time, Nudge didn't cover her mouth. The eleven-year-old went straight for the throat, and Max had to pry the chatter box off of Angel. Max wrestled with Nudge (amazingly with both staying on their feet). She had both of her arms hooked under Nudge's with both of her hands on the back of Nudge's neck when she noticed the two very suspicious looking boys hiding the table.

Max eyed the duo. "What's on the table?" she asked.

"Nothing," Iggy replied with ease. Max didn't believe him in the slightest bit; the entire flock had been trained to be fantastic liars, just in case they were ever interrogated.

Without hesitation, she dropped Nudge on the ground and began to advance towards the two boys. Before she was even halfway there, Fang's hand was suddenly on her shoulder. Max looked at him and sighed.

Iggy and Gazzy let out sighs of relief. Saved by the lady's fella.

"Fang and I are going out to track down food," she stated.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire," Angel squealed. She dropped the Nudge and Iggy situation and sang, "Fang and Max, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

Fang just rolled his eyes and walked out the front door. Max began to follow, but she stopped in the doorway.

Max fixed the four youngest flock members in a glare. "When I come back, everything better be in one piece," she warned before facing forward again.

Let's hope, Nudge thought, and Angel giggled.

Max looked over her shoulder again, the glare unwavering. "Or else," she added, danger not very well hidden in her voice.

Then, she and Fang were gone, the door closing behind them. When he was sure that the two were out of earshot, Iggy said, "Quick, let's kill Gazzy."

And the Gasman didn't even have a chance before he was being suffocated with tickles.