"Wallyyyyyyy," Robin whined, "I'm boreddddd."

The two were at Bruce's office helping him with some work- or, the correct term would be, Dick dragged Wally to Bruce's office because he was going to be stuck there the whole day.

Wally shot another staple from the stapler into the wall, completing his Flash symbol. "Why'd you bring me here? This is like watching cookies bake in the oven: aka torture!"

At that moment, Bruce walked in and set some papers on his desk. "I have to go sign some papers down at city hall, so ill be back in an hour or so."

"Kay, we'll just be here suffering..." Dick replied sarcastically.

Bruce rolled his eyes and walked out. "Oh, and STAY HERE."

"Fiiiiine," The two heroes choroused.

"Don't do anything stupid!" Bruce called over his shoulder.

Dick made a face. "Don't do anything stupid!" He mimicked under his breath.

"What noooooowwwwwwww?" Wally whined.

Dick threw a paperweight at his best friend's head. Thwack! "Do you ever shut up?"

"OW!" Wally yelled, rubbing the growing lump on his head. "Jerk!"

Dick smirked. "I try."

Just then, Bruce's office phone rang.

Dick looked at Wally. "Should we pick it up?"

Wally grinned. "I have a better idea."

"Hello?"

"Hello, this is Greg from-"

"Waaaait..." Wally interrupted. "Leon, I know it's you."

"No, I'm sorry, but I am Gre-"

Wally sighed. "Leon, stop shitting me! I know it's you, buddy old pal old buddy!"

Greg was getting exasperated. "Sir-"

"Hey man," Wally interrupted. "How's your mom? She seemed to be off the other day...

"Sir, I-"

"C'mon Leon! How's your girlfriend? I heard she got that boob job..."

The drone of the receiver indicated that Wally had succeeded in annoying the shit out of Greg. It was one of his many wonderful talents.

When Wally hung up, Dick started laughing. "Dude, that was awesome!"

The phone rang again.

"Ooo, I've got a good one!" Dick yelled. "Hello?"

He answered in a Gollum voice, which was the creepiest freakin thing Wally had heard, but it was awesome.

"Hello, this is Judy from Bree' s carpet cleaning. I am calling to-"

"WAIT!" Robin yelled. "Do you guys get bloooooood stains out?"

"Well sir, I'm sure we could..." The confused telemarketer said.

"Waaait..."

Dick paused for effect.

"How about goooooat blood?" He asked in a low voice. "I've been aaaaasking places for a whiiiiiiile, but no one seems to be able to get out laaaaaaarge amounts of it..."

"Sir, I am not entirely sure-"

"What about huuuuuuuman blood? I have a real biiiiiiiiig stain right in the middle of my bedroom... reeeeeeeal big..."

"Hellooooo?"

"Juuuudy?"

She had hung up.

Wally had fallen out of his chair a while ago, laughing uncontrollably.

They did this for a while.

After about fifteen minutes, Dick sighed. "Okay... I'm bored of this. What now?"

Wally grinned mischeviously and pointed to the wall, where a fire extinguisher hung.

Dick didn't even have to ask.

A minute later, Dick was flying down the hall, white fluff propelling him backward while he zoomed away in Bruce's office chair. He narrowly dodged worker, cackling. Wally was right beside him, having grabbed a stray chair and an extinguisher from the left wing of the building.

They were having the best frickin time ever, too, until something stopped them.

The chairs jerked forward and they almost was flung out of it. The two boys let go of the nozzles of the extinguishers and looked up, meeting the eyes of Bruce.

Wally grinned sheepishly. "Uh, hi..."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Fire extinguishers. Really? This is a new low guys... a new low..."

Okay, this was very sucky, but I had fun writing it. This is dedicated to my crazyass best friend on here, Hope, who is currently passed out in the back seat of a bus coming back from Disney World. YOU LUCKY B****!

LOVE YA ANYWAY!

I mean, this is the girl who reviews every single chapter of every one of my stories.

Don't know how I'd be a writer without you!

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