"Hey! Hey! Hey! My name tag is ready at the bank!" Tobi said as he bounced around with the phone in his hand. "The bank called and my name tag is ready!" Tobi had to be careful not to bounce on Itachi and Deidara's clothes.

"That's great Tobi, I'm on the phone keep it down." Sasori warned.

"Okay, we're tried on all these incredibly hot clothes, Deidara. I think the teal silky shirt and the white pants look great on you but you need a belt with those pants. Also I think the pale blue tunic top works quite well for you and matching it with the other white pants looks very summery, very carefree." Itachi analyzed the situation.

"Well, on you, now you're probably going to get mad, because you've talked about this color before, yeah. Like that one time when…" Itachi cut Deidara off.

"Deidara, get to the point." He encouraged.

"Oh yeah, well I like the purple on you. That purple with the black shirt underneath it, yeah. And as much as I hate to admit it, the black suit looked really good on you, yeah. Also I liked the red and white stripe button-up shirt on you, yeah, but I only liked it with the jeans with the paint splash detailing on the leg, yeah." Deidara told him as they began rehanging clothes.

"God, they are so gay." Zetsu whispered to himself.

"Sasori! I got my schedule from the bank! They told me they found out sooner than they thought when I could work! Okay, they want me Monday through Wednesday 9:00-4:00." Tobi said with delight.

"Thanks Tobi." Sasori answered

"You know, I really wish I had the body you two did. I could wear so much more if I would just lose 10 pounds." Hidan said watching this entire fashion fiasco.

"But Hidan, you are like just a bigger guy than me or Itachi, yeah. So, like….you're always going to be a little bigger, yeah." Deidara was so reassuring.

"Well, that's true." Hidan answered.

"Okay, so Sasori is scheduling going to be a problem?" Itachi asked.

"No, no man it should be fine." Sasori still had the phone plastered to his ear. Oh how he loved his cell phone. There was a knock at the door and Kakuzu was the closest to answer. Of course, he opened it and turned pale. He wasn't good with women.

"Hi Kakuzu!" Marisol said happily as she bypassed him with her 'portable salon'.

"Oh! You're here, yeah. I haven't even washed my hair yet, yeah, Sorry!" Deidara said.

"That's okay, I'll just get stuff out while you wash it." Marisol said walking over to the couch. "Oooooh, I wish I could have seen all these clothes." She said as Itachi and Deidara cleaned her off a place on the couch.

"Oh, don't worry sweetie, we get to keep them, yeah. Even if we hate them, yeah!"

"Hey….Marisol. What are you doing?" Kisame wondered.

"Hi, Kisame! Deidara, like so has some split ends, but not anymore after I'm finished.

"Oh….well…..do you think you could trim the top of my hair?" Kisame reluctantly asked.

"SURE!" she said more loudly than Kisame would have liked. Marisol had already plugged in a hair dryer, a flat iron, whipped out at least 5 different bottles of hair crap, and took out her 3 towels.

"Deidara's hair won't take long. I'll tell you when to go wash yours Kisame." Marisol reassured him."

"Alright, thanks." He told her. Deidara soon returned, wet head and white t-shirt.

"Okay baby, sit down!" she was always so excited. But of course she wasn't about to start trimming up Deidara's hair without her hug from him…..and he wasn't about to let her start without hugging her. She combed the entire glorious blonde out. And went to work with her scissors, but Deidara kept moving his head trying to talk to Itachi about what shoes matched these amazing outfits.

"Honey, keep your head straight." Marisol coached.

"Oh, sorry, yeah." Deidara said. And he quickly straightened up.

Exactly, 27 minutes later Marisol had finished blow drying and was now ready to get out the flat iron. Kisame watched, with his wet head as Marisol worked her magic. She was really good at what she did.

"Okay, so how do you want it fixed." Marisol asked running her fingers through Deidara's shiny straight locks.

"Just leave it all down, yeah." Deidara told her. And so Marisol pulled all that blonde hair back around his shoulders and let it fall. Of course Marisol wouldn't let him out of her arms before kissing his neck. Now, it was Kisame's turn. This happy salon session was interrupted by Hidan Kakuzu's stupid argument. They hadn't had an argument this stupid in a long time….

"Hidan, you're so stupid! Everyone takes flip-flops to the beach! Why would Miami be any different!"

"Because, dumbass! You can't just take any flip-flops to Miami…you have to take nice looking flip-flops not those that you got from Wal-Mart last summer and then ran over them with the lawn mower! God!" Hidan was not pleased.

"But those are the only ones I have, Hidan!"

"Well, listen. This trip hasn't even happened yet! You have plenty of time to get some that aren't retarded!" Hidan yelled at him.

"Oh my god! Both of you shut the hell up!" Sasori demanded. No one had noticed that Tobi was happily organizing his bank literature. He was very excited about beginning his new bank job.

"You know, sometimes I think I should apply for a job." Kisame said.

"What and work at SeaWorld?" Itachi said sarcastically.

"Hey, I could work at SeaWorld!" Kisame snapped.

"I might look into something this summer, Kisame." Zetsu said. "There's an opening at the greenhouse/nursery in town, they are always looking for someone who knows plants."

"You know, I think I would make a great Vacation Bible School leader, seriously." Hidan said.

"Hidan you don't get paid for that it's volunteer work."

"Shut up Kakuzu! You wouldn't do anything right!"

"Oh my god! Take that back! You know I could have gotten that job at Hooters if I would have wanted it! They needed a grill cook!"

"You stupid ass! You freak out at the sight of gorgeous women, and you hate social situations! What makes you think you could have ever had that job!?"

"I could have had that job Hidan!!!!!! I was one of the call backs!"

"And why didn't you take, it. Come on the real answer, why didn't you take that job!" Hidan demanded as this argument flared up.

"Because, I wanted to be a cashier." Kakuzu mumbled.

"No! The REAL reason Kakuzu!"

"FINE! I was scared of the women AND I wanted to be a cashier!" Kakuzu folded his arms and shut his mouth in anger.

"I always have wanted to narrate in the art wings at museums." Sasori said dreamily completely ignoring the argument. Ah yes, it's nice to hear about the dreams of Akatsuki. As for the leader you ask? He has always wanted to be a secret agent man….he's doing well at that.