Ok, so news time- I have a new job. It takes up a LOT of my life. I have a boyfriend. He also takes up a LOT of my life. I also have a dying laptop with a wonky spacebar. All these things combined make it hard to write. But you lovely people out there who still review and still fav my stories- you make it all worth it.

This chapter is especially dedicated to inuficcrzy, who's The First stories make my day every time. This chapter is lovingly called The First Trip to the Mall in her honor. Enjoy =D

DISCLAIMER: I don't own these guys. They're just on loan.

Charley took several deep breaths before she began screaming. Yes, I have eyes, she seethed inwardly. I realize I'm walking around with what seem to be three of the most gorgeous men to ever grace the planet. But do they have to STARE like that? Going to the mall on a Saturday morning was the worst idea she had ever thrown out at the bros. Yes, they needed clothes, but she should have just left them at home. They were causing more trouble now then they ever had when they were mice.

Charley had left them in the van for TEN MINUTES while she ran into a store to get shirts for the bros before even getting to the mall. The thought of taking the bros to the mall shirtless made her cringe and blush at the same time. She had come back out with a package of white Hanes undershirts to find the van being swarmed by a high school cheerleading group out for a long day of shopping. Vinnie had gotten out of the van and was flexing for them on the roof. Throttle and Modo were trying to keep the giggling and blushing girls away from Vinnie but were blushing themselves as the girls got a little more than friendly. A fuming Charley found the air horn she kept in her purse (long story there) and blew it right behind the girls, making them all scream and jump away from the van. After a long lecture that had their ears burning, the girls trudged away, throwing furtive glances over their shoulders while Charley threw a shirt at each of the bros.

This presented another problem for Charley. She had grabbed the shirts because they were the closest to the register and had not given a thought to how they would look on the bros. They fit perfectly on Vinnie and Throttle but were a little too tight on Modo. Like tight enough to show every. Single. Muscle in his stomach and chest. And a few inches of chocolatey brown skin between the shirt and the pants. A drooling Charley quickly went back into the store and bought a larger size with only some regret: Modo wouldn't step out of the van in that shirt and Vinnie and Throttle wouldn't stop giving him grief. The next try was far more successful and Modo looked fantastic. The white material of the shirt set off his dark skin and the 'v' of the collar showed enough chest to arouse interest.

With some trepidation, Charley took them into the mall. The bros looked around with interest, having never been to the giant structure themselves. They had heard Charley talk about it but, being giant Mice, had never been able to go themselves. They were fascinated by all the different stores kept in a relatively small space. Vinnie spent a good ten minutes examining a kiosk selling different hair styling tools. The older lady manning the kiosk was blushing and giggling within ten seconds as VInnie asked questions and had the straightener used on his new blond locks. Straightened, his hair hung in front of the left side of his face, mostly hiding his mask from view. The kiosk lady had taken one look at the mask and assumed Vinnie was some kind of rock star. She had even blushingly asked for an autograph before Charley dragged him away. She threw him and Modo into one of the men's stores and dragged Throttle off to the Sunglasses Hut to get him some better shades.

The walls of sunglasses had Throttle speechless for a moment. Not that he would ever admit it, but he really liked having stylish shades. Martian shade shops had all but vanished during the war and he had had to make do with one pair for years. Now there was all this variety and he wanted to try them all while he still could. He spent an hour trying on different shades while Charley waited and gave the occasional opinion. In the end he chose a classic Ray Ban's style that made Charley ask him if he was on a mission from God. As a special treat, she got him a sportier pair with smoky green lenses that reminded him of his old pair. He wore the Ray Ban's out of the store, apparently oblivious to the interested looks every woman they passed threw his way.

Charley led him back to the store where she left Vinnie and Modo. She found Modo right away, browsing through jeans. But Vinnie was nowhere to be found. Modo had no idea where he had gone to since they had gotten into the store, assuming that the formerly white-furred Mouse was in another part of the store. Leaving behind his selections, he, Throttle and Charley hi-tailed it out of the store and started searching the mall. Vinnie wasn't in the food court or in any of the stores on the first level. Charley had even went into Victoria's Secret to see if he had gone in there. Besides a few blushes at the mention of him, no one had seen Vinnie. But one brave girl asked Charley if he was available on Saturday?

A disgusted and pissed-off Charley went back to the search and found Modo and Throttle staring up at the second floor landing. There was Vinnie, standing on the railing and surrounded by a crowd. "Oh hell no…" Charley growled. "He CANNOT be that retarded."

"Wanna bet?" Modo said, pointing. Vinnie looked like he was about to swan dive off of the railing into… a tank full of a purplish-liquid.

"What is that stuff?" Throttle said as he started to job towards it.

"It's an energy drink display," Charley said as she spotted the sign. "XXXtreme Action Energy. Must be a promotion."

"I'm going to kill him," Throttle growled.

"Not if I get to him first," Charley said, a gleam in her eye the bros had come to associate with her doing extreme violence to Vinnie for being an idiot. "VINCENT!"

Charley's scream halted Vinnie the second before he jumped into the tank of energy drink. His reckless grin turned into a grimace of panic and he eased off of the railing slowly so Charley wouldn't yell at him again. "Shit… I'm busted."

"Oh yeah," Modo's bass voice rumbled behind him, scaring Vinnie out of his boots. "Yer busted." The large male was still sneaky as heck; Vinnie had no idea how he had gotten up to the second level that quickly.

"Aww man," Vinnie whined, scuffing his toe on the floor. "I could have made it, too."

"VINCENT VAN WHAM!" Charley's yell went right through Vinnie's ears, making him grateful he had crappy human hearing instead of his usual Martian abilities. "I swear, I can't leave you alone for FIVE seconds! What the HELL were you thinking?"

"But they were gonna give me a t-shirt, Charley babe! You wanted me to get clothes, I figured this was the best way to do it without being bored outta my skull!"

Charley sputtered for a moment before taking a deep breath and, with a smile, she reached out and grabbed Vinnie by the ear and started dragging him toward the car. Throttle and Modo followed the duo, ignoring the sad groans from women in the crowd and Vinnie's whining. The bros were taken back to the garage in complete silence. Charley didn't say a word the entire time and as soon as they got back, she went to her room and closed the door.

Charley decided that from then on, she would make the bros do their shopping online.