To the awesome people who have been following this story, I am so sorry I haven't updated in so long! I kinda forgot all my stories here on fanfic but I promise I'll update much more often- at least once every two weeks. Thanks to MelRose520 and CallMeBitter for all the nice reviews!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Maximum Ride Series

Nudge's POV

After much, much unneccesary, pacing (done for a dramatic touch), I finally formulated a plan. Now to sneak past the kitchen (where Max was still trying to cook, does she EVER need sleep?) to Gazzy's room. I got into crouching position and began to crawl out of my room and past the kitchen. I softly hummed the Pink Panther theme song, just because it felt sneaky.

"You know," Max suddenly started to say (giving me a heart attack too by the way!). "While humming that song increases stealth 50%, staying silent increases stealth 100%. Wat'cha up to Nudge?" Max whipped around, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. I froze like a deer in car tracks as those deep, accusing eyes stared me down. "Calm," I told myself. It's not like I wrote every single detail of my plan out on a piece of paper and left it obviously laid out on my desk. I left it under a paperweight laid out on my desk.

"Mi pantalones es en fuego! Aaaaaaah!" I blurted out. And while Max knit her brows in confusion for a second, I pushed down a lamp, breaking it, bolted out of the kitchen into Gazzy's room and barricaded the door with multiple boxes I found in his room.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, there are many explosive things in that box,"

Max's POV

What the-?

Gazzy's POV

"Gazzy? Can you help me with something?" I was immediately suspicious. Nudge almost never came to me for help.

"Why can't Fang, Max,Angel or Iggy help you?"

"Oh um, I just think you'd be the best person for this," She answered. I grinned mischeviously. The things I'm best at are making bombs.

"Okay so," she started rambling on."Max is obsessed with learning how to cook, so obsessed she's going crazy mad and Iggy takes this sick pleasure of seeing Max like this. So Max needs to think she can cook because of the whole stupid pride thing. You know, she really needs to get some humility because- anyway, you need to help me figure this out,"

"Well, she's going to attempt to bake cookies again tommorow ,because, inevitably, she will fail today. You could bake something cookies today and while Max's cookies are baking in the oven tommorow night, assuming she'll get that far of course, you could switch them," I advised her. Nudge grinned from ear to ear.

"That's genius! Except, how could I switch them?" Nudge mused. "She'll be obsessing over them while they bake. "Unless..."

"Unless...?" I asked curiously.

"Unless.. you distract her!"

"YES! Can I set the house on fire?" I asked, hopeful.

"No!" She snapped.

"Oh come on," I pleaded. "Max is probably going to do that by accident while cooking anyway!"

"No fire," said Nudge sternly.

"How about-"

"And no axes, ekus, flails, voulges, knives, maces, nun-chucks, pitchforks, swords, bludgeons, pointy crayons or any type of incendiary devices/ weapons/bombs," Nudge interrupted me.

"Well how about-"

"No catapults either," Nudge snapped, remembering my new medieval weapon obsession. Did she have to suck the fun out of everything?

"Paintballs?" I asked. She sighed in relief.

"Sure," She smiled. I sighed then searched through my axes, ekus, flails, voulges, knives, maces, nun-chucks, pitchforks, swords, bludgeons, pointy crayons, incendiary devices/ weapons/bombs, and found a simple, boring paintball gun. Oh well, she never said I couldn't modify the paintballs. I smirked, searching for my jar of sulfuric acid.