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3POV

Eleven-year-old Max crossed her arms and stared angrily at her best friend Fang, who was also eleven.

"Give it back," she said in a steely, determined voice.

Fang stared right back at her with his startlingly black eyes. "No."

Iggy, who, like Max and Fang, was also eleven, sighed from the kitchen, where he was looking for a snack. "Would you two give it a rest? Geez! You can't go two hours without bugging the living crap out of each other!"

Max glared at him, though it was lost on his blindness. "Stay out of this, Igward!" she said, using her teasing nickname for him.

Iggy stuck out his tongue and crossed his eyes behind her back. "This is one of those times that I wish Jeb were here, and not at the store," he muttered under his breath.

"Give. It. Back," she repeated, this directed at Fang.

"No," Fang repeated, his voice deadly calm.

Nudge, who was eight, groaned. "Fa-ang! Just give Max her CD back! If you don't, like, she'll seriously hurt you! And, like, that would be bad, 'cause, like, you know, you're her best friend, and she wouldn't want to hurt you. Hey! Have you guys ever thought that one day Max and Fang would—"

But the two paid her no mind. Instead, Max lunged at him and tackled him to the ground.

"Give it back!" she said, pinning his shoulders to the wooden floor.

"Never," Fang growled, keeping his quota of one word per sentence.

Max snarled. She and Fang started to wrestle, each trying to gain the upper-hand. Nudge kept babbling on and on about random things, like the weather outside to cars to which types of soda are better to chocolate and then back to Max and Fang. Iggy continued to look for something to eat, though all the cabinets were completely devoid of food. The Gasman, who was five, played with some wires, trying to see if he could create a spark. Angel, who was three, was simply having a tea party with a few of her stuffed animals, paying no mind to the chaos around her.

Starting to get annoyed by the Nudge Channel as they called it, the five others made their way to the hallway closet, where they usually hid when Nudge went into rant mode.

But, Nudge was smarter than she looked, and followed.

Unfortunately, the closet was not built to hold six bird-kids. The door shut automatically.

"Oh, no!" Max moaned.

Oh no was right. The closet didn't have a handle from the inside, and there was no way out, not even an air vent.

"Great," Iggy said. "Now I'm stuck in here with you five." He went into rant mode about how he could have possibly been born normal, and how instead he ended up with them.

The closet that the six were stuck in was very small. Only two feet by two feet. So each was piled one on top of the other. Random items were also crammed willy-nilly into the small, tight space, making it very hard to move around.

Both Max and Fang tried to open the door, but neither succeeded in their fruitless attempts.

"Why?" Angel cried.

"It looks like we're stuck in here until Jeb gets home," Fang said, almost totally invisible in the pitch darkness with his dark clothes and hair.

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Unbeknownst to him, Jeb Batchelder arrived home three hours after the flock had been locked in the closet.

He walked in the door and yelled, "I'm home!"

No one answered him.

Jeb looked around the living room. He wondered where the flock could have gone. Inwardly, he became worried that possibly Erasers had come and kidnapped them.

"Flock?" Jeb shouted.

"We're up here!" came several shouts from down the hall.

Jeb cautiously walked to the closet.

"Why are you in there?" Jeb asked through the door.

"Ask Nudge," came Max's voice, which sounded annoyed.

"Hey!" Nudge said, irritated. "I didn't do this all by myself! Well… maybe some of it. But do you think that we can get out now? It's really cramped in here! I don't like it! And I saw a spider crawling on Angel earlier—" Angel let out a surprised yelp at this. "—and she didn't know… Mfff!

"Do you think you can let us out?" Iggy's voice asked. "It's getting kind of stuffy in here!"

Suddenly, Gazzy let loose one of his unfortunate occurrences.

"Oh, God!" Nudge cried.

The flock made several loud complaints. Jeb could have sworn he saw green smoke billowing out from underneath the door.

"Do you want me to let you out?" Jeb asked.

"Oh, no!" Max said sarcastically. "We absolutely love being stuck in a small, dark space with everyone else and having Gazzy stinking up the whole place!" Jeb could almost see her rolling her eyes. "Yes we want out!"

Jeb opened the door, and out came tumbling the flock and several other random objects like blankets, a vacuum, and an unused mattress.

He stared down at them. All were coughing and looking like they were thankful to be out of there.

Max, who was lying on her back, which was how she had landing, stared up and smiled. "Hi, Jeb. And how was your day?"

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The flock, much older now, sat around their fire, laughing at the memory.

Things had changed a lot since that day. Now, instead of arguing every chance they got, Max and Fang were engaged to be married. Iggy had long-since gotten his sight back, and was dating Max's sister, Ella. Nudge was designing her own brand of clothing. Gazzy was in middle school. Angel was the smartest kid in her elementary school.

"And what happened after that?" Ella asked, her voice filled with laughter.

Fang chuckled and said, "Max and I got grounded for fighting."

"What was the punishment, though?" she asked.

Max frowned. "No flying for a week. That had to be the worst week of my life!"

Everyone laughed. What a massive understatement.

Things had changed a lot in the last seven years, but they were still the same kids at heart, and nothing would ever tear them apart.

That was the last oneshot. I'm not kidding. This story is now done.

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