AN/ for some strange reason, I was compelled to do a sequel for this one. And yes people, I realize that the other one said that it was to be in third person, it was a simple typing error. I started this in fourth hour (writing out just the title and Pov) and continued in 5th and on the bus; I didn't notice it when I typed it up. So please please Please stop pointing it out. I'm hoping no one will notice. So lets just pretend you didn't. By the way, I started a blog; the link is on my pro.
Disclaimer: I am not James Patterson.
Max's POV (Look! I got it right!)
We were staying at a hotel again. It's really annoying because I can't just fly to a different tree when Nudge starts singing Fergalisiuos in her sleep. And poor Fang, he goes through torture with his OCD. (I love giving him OCD. I know, I'm weird.)
Iggy fang and Gazzy were downstairs getting some food from the vending machine. Angel was taking a shower and Nudge was watching American Idol. Total was grumbling about some girl on the show's hair.
Suddenly, Iggy burst through the door. Nudge immediately started to sing his little theme song.
"Iggy!! Secret agggeeennnttt!!" I clamped my hand around her mouth.
"What on God's green earth are you doing!?" I asked, glaring pointlessly at him.
"Being a secret agent." He said, pointing his gun shaped hands at me. "BANG!" I just glared at him. "Rats! I'm out of ammo." He said, before cartweeling out of the door. I heard a loud crash come from the hallway.
"Ouch." I heard him whimper. I rolled my eyes. Fang's head popped through the door. His mouth was open, as if to deliver another drug related comment, but I gave him a glare that shut it immediately.
"Can some one get me a band aid?" Iggy called from out in the hall. Fang Magically produced two boxes of children's band-aids.
"Sponge bob, or Barbie?"
AN/ I know it was short. Please don't ask me to make them longer, because I only make them as long as they are. I can't magically come up with more words for a story that's over.