A Collab of Alphabetical Proportions

A/N: Hey ya'll, Akira here again, and I'll be here for the next one as well. But first, I wanted to make a little note about something jocelyn mentioned in a review on C is for: Collaborative Chocolate Cake.

I don't have time to look up the exact wording, but she mentioned that Fang and Max didn't know about the clones while they were at Anne's house. My response: Exactly. When they talk about "Are you a clone?" they're just joking around--they don't really think that the other one is a clone. I put it in there as irony since we know, as the reader, that in the future there is actually a clone. Does that make any sense? I hope that helps to clear up any confusion. Thank you to jocelyn for bringing that up; I'm glad you did.

Anyways, without further ado, on to the story.

Disclaimer: This is here just to irritate the reader by preventing them from getting to the actually story.

J is for: Jungle Jumped

"Max… help…"the Gasman panted, stumbling into our makeshift camp.

"What wrong?" I asked, worried. The rest of the flock was off playing in the woods while I repacked our bags—did something bad happen? Was everyone okay?

"It's like…a…jungle…out there. Lion…coming. Quick…hide me!" he panted, dragging himself towards me.

I let out the breath I had been holding—it was just the game they were playing.

Wait, lion?

"Roar!!!"

"Aaaaaaah!"

Out of nowhere a black blob darted out of the forest, tackling the Gasman. I jumped up to help him, then stopped. He was laughing.

"What the—"I began, confused, then chuckled as I realized who the black blob was. It was Fang, and he was now perched on top of the squirming 8-year-old, tickling him relentlessly.

"Roar!" he growled again, "I've got you now! You can't escape the King of the Jungle!"

I grinned—so that's what the Gasman meant when he said there was a lion coming.

"King of the jungle?" I asked teasingly. "Oh my, I'm soooo scared!"

Fang looked at me and grinned. "You should be."

He leapt off of the Gasman and tackled me to the ground, catching me off guard, and began to give me the same treatment.

"Fang, stop!" I managed to squeak out through my laughter.

"Not until you admit that I'm the scariest lion in the jungle," he insisted, grin widening.

"No way!" I managed to squeak out again, then started laughing even harder as he increased the intensity of his tickling.

"Fang!" I tried to shout at him, but it came out more like a laugh than a shout, and he still refused to stop.

"Okay, fine! Just stop for a second!" I eventually got out, and sure enough, he let up.

"Say it," he demanded, wiggling his fingers threateningly.

"Wait, let me catch my breath," I begged him, and he heaved an exaggerated sigh.

"Now. Say it," he repeated when I could breathe again.

"No," I said, sticking my chin out.

"Okay, fine!" I interjected when he began to tickle me lightly again. He sat back patiently, his eyes showing his amusement.

I took a deep breath, then mumbled, "You're a very scary lion."

"What's that?" he asked, cupping a hand to his ear. "I can't quite hear you."

I scowled, knowing darn well that he heard every word.

"I said you're a very scary lion," I repeated, only a little louder.

"Did you say something? I still didn't—"

"I SAID YOU'RE A VERY SCARY LION!" I shouted in frustration, then slapped my hand over my mouth when I realized what I had done.

"Thanks. I get that a lot," he smirked at me.

"Gee, wonder why," I muttered under my breath.

He grinned one more time, then got up and walked back into the woods, already searching for his next victim.

A/N: So maybe this would have worked better as K is for: King, but I have another idea for K that I think you'll like. I tag myself, so stay tuned – the next one will be up as soon as I can finish it.