Disclaimer: This is the last time I will repeat it, I DO NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE OR IT'S CHARACTERS. I AM NOT, IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM, JAMES PATTERSON.

Just a little note here, Fang will be out of character… it's the only way I can make him funnier. And the beginning sentences are supposed to be like that, I did not make an error. Oh, and many thanks to the four people who voted on my poll for another story.

Staplers are Fun

FANG POV

Max took Nudge and Angel to the grocery store to do some shopping and Iggy and Gazzy were probably off building more bombs in the forest.

I decided to explore Dr. M's office while she was at work and Ella was at school. I found a small container of paperclips, some tape, a rubber band, and a black square-shaped thing.

It. Was. A. Stapler.

Nothing like a good ole stapler to bring out the inner child.

I squeezed it and it made an awesome sound.

I kept squeezing that stapler until all of the staples ran out.

I set it aside momentarily so I could search the office for more staples.

In cupboard number one, I found a few cds, some Christmas cards, and a brochure for a wonderful vacation in 'Forks, Washington'. I picked it up.

"Please Come to Forks, Washington.

It's always sunny* here in the wonderful destination that we have the fortune of calling Forks. …"

There was more to it, but I decided that anyplace called 'Forks' should be home of the world's best restaurants.

I rummaged around in the second cupboard and found nothing but a few of Ella's school papers.

I did find an economy sized bottle of glue, though.

When I opened the first desk drawer, I finally found what I was looking for, and then some.

There were EIGHTY BOXES of staples, and in each box there were FIVE HUNDRED staples… this could be fun.

I carted all of the staples into my room and proceeded to fill the mechanism and squeeze each staple into a compressed form.

Thirty-five minutes later…

I heard the front door open and assumed that Max and the other girls were back from the store.

Ten minutes later, when I had gone through six boxes of staples, I decided to check on the condition of the household.

Angel and Nudge were talking about… mustard?!?

I could see Iggy and Gazzy in the back yard and they were throwing rubber duckies at each other.

I saw that Max was in the office and she was furiously typing away at the computer doing what looked like a math project we had.

Satisfied that the Erasers hadn't captured us, I returned to my task.

I figured that if the stapler and I were going to be working together to build a staple-ruled world, then I couldn't just call it 'The Stapler'.

I decided on Mo. Short and simple so I wouldn't forget what it was. Now, if I left the naming task to Nudge she would probably come up with 'Freddy the Mystical Black Unicorn in Disguise as a Stapler' or 'FMBUD'.

I just don't think I could handle that.

Twenty minutes later…

I was just about to start on box number forty-five when(insert dun dun duhhhhh here)

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Alarmed, I ran over to the last place I saw Max, the office.

I brought Mo with me just incase there was a sudden Eraser attack.

Max stared at me then I saw her gaze shift down to poor little Mo.

Her eyes once again drifted up to my face, but her look was not dejected, like before.

Oh no, Max's gaze was murderous.

So, how was this one? I have a poll up on my profile, if you guys wanna vote for the next story I do. I've been losing inspiration. If you have any suggestions, please review or pm me. As soon as I get at least 18 reviews, I'll give ya another story.

-maximumrideisthebestbookever