Chapter I: A day to remember

AN: This story is purely for fun. I'm tired of writing dramatic plotlines in my notebooks. It's based on how my brother and I play with his action figures. So... enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, Altoids, Wal-Mart, or whatever other show I may write about.

The day Nick got his first Teen Titans action figure was a day to remember...though I can't remember exactly which day it was. The most prominent detail is that it was the Titans Tower with a free Trident action figure.

But of course, that won't do.

Then it was the Terra & BB combo, Starfire & Robin, Thunder & Raven... 2 years later, at seven years old, Nick had 4 Robins, 2 Red X/Robins, 2 Starfires, 1 Beast Boy, 2 Terras, 2 Ravens, 3 Lighntings, 1 Thunder, 1 Trident, 1 Slade, 1 Cyborg, and more I may have forgotten, including various vehicles to go with the action figures.

Now, what's the fun in having action figures if you can't annoy your 11-year-old sister to death until she plays with you?

So my brother HAD to annoy me to death until I played with him!

It sort of got addicting. I helped Nick in his insane quest for more toys, because I myself was a devout fan of the show. But Teen Titans was on a landslide, so toys were getting harder to find for the little stinker. But just our luck, when the old Wal-Mart was getting ready to shut down for the new Super-Wal-Mart, we saw the Titans Go Bot 5. It had another Robin and Beast Boy with it, which was convenient because Beast Boy #1 was lost, and the Robin-we-named-Leroy had lost its head, and this Robin looked just like that one.

So we bought it.

I had started collecting Altoid cans (you know, the Curiously Strong British Mints?) around that time, and the 3.5" action figures fit right in. So one day, when we were home alone...

"Hey, Rachel," Nick sang, holding a Robin and Beast Boy figure.

"What?" I looked up from my notebook, a little annoyed.

"Can you play with me?" he pleaded, swinging his arms back and forth.

Usually, I don't give in easily, but since this book was reaching a dead end, I agreed.

"Cool!" Nick smiled, then added, "Bring the Altoid cans, okay?"

"All right..." I was sort of curious to why he wanted the cans, but shrugged it off. What's the worst that can happen, right?

Yeah... Right.

I brought all 9 cans, and placed them on the couch where the action figures were set up.

"Now, for my brilliant plan," Nick announced, a creepy glint in his eyes, "I shall bring my toys...dunh, dunh, dunh...to life!!!!"

I rolled my eyes. "How, may I ask, do you plan to do that?"

"I'll microwave them in ALTOID CANS!!!!" he screamed maniacally.

"You do that," I said flatly. He could do whatever; I wasn't going to get in trouble for it.

So the first poor victims were Robin, Starfire with legs, Beast Boy, Purple-cloak Raven, Cyborg, Thunder, Lightning, Terra, and the helmeted Robin (who we named Leo). Each was numbered in the order I wrote them. 9 characters, 9 cans, 1 microwave.

He placed them in the microwave and timed it 30 seconds. I, on the other had ducked for cover.

The Altoid cans rattled around violently in the microwave for the last 15 seconds.

We both stared at the microwave in terror.

"You open it," he pushed me towards the microwave.

"Your idea, you open it." I shoved him all the way towards it.

Slowly, he pulled the cans out one by one, each rattling ferociously.

I took the can labeled '#1' and opened it carefully.

"It's about time! I thought I was going to suffocate!" shouted a voice inside.

Nick's jaw dropped.

"No way..."

The little Robin action figure jumped out of the can.

"Oh yeah!" he grinned.

Whoa! They came to life! Everything I ever knew was a LIE!

Joking... So any thoughts on it? Review please! Second fic, and yeah, it's supposed to be stupid!