Okay... sorry for no updates in a week! Camp has been super-fun so far. =) Jaymie couldn't make it to work on this chapter; she had an Irish step class that I opted out of. Teehee...

Before my lovely disclaimer, I just wanted to add a little something. Recently, everyone's been saying "funny again" and "another funny chapter" and whatever. Thank you. =) No one's ever called me funny before...

D I S C L A i M E R : I want to own MR. I don't. My mommy didn't get me that for my graduation present like I wanted. -- That's right. I actually asked for it. ;)

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"FANG! What are we gonna doooooooo?" the Gasman shouted from the living room, where he and Iggy were playing checkers. How a blind dude plays checkers is beyond me, but I wasn't going to stop them. 'Sides, he'd already beat Gassy twice. They were playing three out of five... and if Gassy lost again, it'd be five out of nine. By the tone of his voice, he was losing and/or getting bored of checkers.

"We have a pool in the backyard. Go swim." I called back. Angel and Nudge had me tied down in the kitchen, making Paper Fashions. I will be very tolerant to Max when she's feeling better. This job was effin' hard.

"Will you swim with us?"

"Sure. Angel, Nudge... swimming?" I said, standing up.

Sure. We just have to clean up all the mess.

Okay. I'm gonna put my suit on.

Cool. After clearing my plans in my mind- convient, right?- I slid upstairs and into my bedroom. I opened up my second drawer on the left and pulled out my blue swimsuit. It was right where it should be... color coordination rocks. What? I'm kinda OCD about my clothes. Since I can be. 'Cause I'm not running from Avian-American eating Flyboys and Erasers. I sprayed on some sunscreen and listened quietly. Ugh, poor Max.

I walked down the hallway and into Max's room without even knocking. She rolled over in bed with a pout on her face.

"What's wrong now?" I asked, smirking a little.

"My stomach hurts... a lot," she moaned. I sat down on the edge of her bed and stroked her forehead.

"Maybe some fresh air would do you good. We're all swimming. Wanna sit on the patio?" I asked.

"Sure. I guess."

"Meet me down there, kay?"

"Kay." I headed outside, where the rest of the Flock was all standing, backs to me, not in the pool. I halted right outside the sliding glass doors. Max was right behind me, carrying a bottle of water.

"What are they doing?" she whispered, popping up on her toes so she could see over her shoulder.

"I don't know," I whispered back. I raised my voice, "GUYS! What are you doing?"

"THIS!" They turned around and squirted both of us with SuperSoakers. After a moment, they realized that they were squirting Max along with me. They instantly threw their water pistols to the side and dove in. I turned around, where Max's face was soaking wet. I strode over to the patio table, grabbed a towel, and threw it over to her. She smiled at me.

"Go kick their asses." With her permission, I ran and cannonballed in.

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Lalala... I wrote that 'cause me and Jaymie are gonna go swimming after our ballroom class. =) We're learning the waltz today. So make the waltz into Review Land by pressing the green button, okay?

xo, Chantal