Beast Boy washes the dishes- you can kinda see whats gonna happen.

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Disclaimer- If I can't own Teen Titans then neither can you! DC comics own them.


Beast Boy sprang out of bed, his alarm had gone off. He turned to face it, whacking it hard, causing it to fall to the floor.

"Bad Alarm! I thought the pretty girls in my dream were turning into chickens" He left the Old McDonald-Cluck's-Alarm Clock on the floor and made his way to the kitchen. He was cursing Cyborg under his breath for buying him a damn poultry alarm clock for his birthday.

Last night the Teen Titans had celebrated five years since starting the team. Everyone had come, and while Robin, Cyborg, Starfire and Raven cleaned up after their guests, Beast Boy had told them he'd help tomorrow when he wasn't so tired.

It was eleven o'clock in the morning and Beast Boy had forgotten his promise.

Beast Boy proudly sauntered into the kitchen. Robin was having breakfast, which consisted of a croissant and some coffee. He seemed immersed in the black-and-white print of the newspaper. "Beast Boy!" he said happily.

Beast Boy slouched down and left the room as quickly as he came in. He had lived with Robin long enough to know that when the older teen said his name very enthusiastically, there was a job that he wanted the changeling to do.

Beast Boy didn't want to do a job.

He hid around the corner and listened to Robin mumbling. Robin finally spoke up. "BEAST BOY, KITCHEN!"

Beast Boy sighed. "This is why I never want to get married. It's always, we're a team, and we have to work together, do your share of the work, blah, blah!" Beast Boy sulked and crossed his arms across his chest. He sighed even louder so Robin would hear. Then he sighed again, just to make sure. He quickly added a short third sigh to prove his point.

"Beast BOY!" Robin yelled. "Don't make me get Raven."

"I'm coming!" Beast Boy spluttered running back into the kitchen. Robin smiled and pointed. "This is your share of the work." Beast Boy casually looked at the 'work' Robin was showing, before giving a nervous chuckle.

"Good One Rob, Happy April Fools to you to!"

At that moment Starfire walked in. "It is January Beast Boy, not April" she reminded, taking a seat.

"Do." Robin said calmly before leaving the room.

Beast Boy had learnt a few lessons that day;

Firstly, never leave dishes in the sink for more than two days after eating many sticky foods, they glue together.

Secondly, Butter is not washing up liquid. Neither is egg, flour nor sugar. That just makes a bigger mess.

Thirdly, Beast Boy found, that if you throw a dish onto the floor, the dish does not get cleaner, but you find that there are many smaller pieces of dish to clean.

Fourthly, when a dish is broken, you throw it away. You do not use gum and/or super glue to stick a dozen tiny pieces back together- this is very time consuming and messy. (And he found that if you get superglue of your hands, and you go to wipe your forehead, your hands tend to get stuck to say feature.)

He found out fifthly, that, just because your hands are stuck, you do not start licking the plates clean. This is for numerous reasons. (All the dishes are covered in eggs, butter, flour and sugar, and well as superglue. Uneaten food is still covering the plates. If people have been eating meat, and you are a vegetarian, and you lick their food, you become very ill.)

The sixth thing he found out was that when you are sick, and there are many dishes in the sink, the last place you should aim for, is the sink.

The seventh thing he learnt was that vacuuming, though it does help in many situations, was not creating for the purpose of cleaning up stomach contents and uneaten dishes of food. You especially do not use a vacuum when you have small objects that can easily be sucked up by the machine in its path. Especially if you still feel that those fragments can be fixed.

Beast Boy learnt the eighth thing a few minutes before Robin came in. Sticking your free hand into a vacuum and getting it stuck, while leaving water flowing out of the tap, does not mean you should use the small pieces of butter to free your hand. The same lesson goes for putting a vacuum in water. You see sparks.

When Robin came in at the end of Beast Boys washing period, he couldn't even shout. Cyborg came up behind Robin.

"WHOA!" Cyborg exclaimed.

Broken dishes were all over the kitchen, some stuck to walls and the ceiling. A cake-mix like gunk seeped through small cracks in the dishes, the sink was spitting out the same mixture.

The vacuum was a small pile of black ash, and Beast Boy's hair was stuck up on its end.

Food remains layered the kitchen floor and knives and forks littered the living room, some were impaled into different objects. Some of the dishes were melded into each other; some were just huge clumps of porcelain. Beast Boy rushed up to his feet. "I can explain!" he said seriously.

"It was a racoon attack." He heard Raven sigh from the other room.

"Window?" she asked him loudly. Beast Boy nodded and plunged down into the waters below.


Its done. Chapter 5 will be doll themed! (I think)

Stay tune folks.

Thats all for now