A/N: This next prompt is from Hummel-Anderson:

Prompt: as payback for making them rehearse for such a long time the Warbler's tie Wes up and put his gavel through the wood chipper :D

I'm really scared of what goes on in your mind...but okay! :P And kudos to anyone who catches the Finding Nemo reference.

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"Wes! We have been working six hours straight!" Kurt growled, infuriated.

"Gavel wants you to work hard!" Wes beamed.

Kurt's eye twitched. "That's it. We're geting rid of that thing."

Before anyone knew it, the Warblers had managed to tie Wes to his chair and had somehow acquired a wood chipper.

"Any last words?" Trent asked, grabbing Wes's gavel.

"NO! DON'T HURT MY GAVEL! PLEASE! ISN'T THERE ANOTHER WAY? HE'S JUST A BOY!" Wes sobbed.

"Dude, seriously?" David sighed. "Throw it in, Trent!"

And that was the last thing he saw before he woke up to David poking him in the nose.

"Stop screaming in your sleep about your gavel. Do you know what time it is?"

Wes cuddled his gavel close. "You guys get the rest of the month off! JUST DON'T PUT MY GAVEL IN THE WOOD CHIPPER!"

David sighed. "Sleep it off, Wes," he muttered, crawling back in bed.

WGWGWGWG

"So, what did he say exactly?" Kurt asked.

"Something about us getting a month off...a wood chipper...and his gavel. So yeah, but hey! We get a month off!"

The Warblers high-fived eachother.

Meanwhile, Wes was attempting to ban all wood chippers from coming a thousand feet away.

A/N: XD! Oh Wes.