A/N: I apologize for the lateness of the chapter. I thought Patrick would be writing it. His computer crashed so he had to start over when his schedule was already busy. We decided I could go ahead and write this chapter but leave out his part. So here it is. Enjoy.

Now. I don't want to bring up feelings of sorrow for Steve Irwin, because I know some of you were deeply hurt with his death. This is to relive the good days, not to make fun of him.

Disclaimer: I don't own MR.

Claimer: I own PW.

Chapter 34 - Iggy,The Bird-kid Hunter

Day fifteen without our leader and second in command. Day fifteen with me as leader. It's a lonely life at the top. Crikey! Is that Max?!

"No, Iggy. I know that look. It's just a crow. I think you've gone crazy. I heard that happens when people are under stress. It's not like we're stressful though. I mean, we only glued some feather on your face, held you down while Gazzy farted on you, and tied your shoes laces together. Plus we only tried to kill you six times..."

"Nudge!" he said sharply. "Do. You. EVER. Stop. Talking?!" Each word was said through gritted teeth.

She shook her head, her dark hair flying in all directions. "Nope. All Nudge, all the time. Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, tal-"

"STOP! LORD, STOP IT NOW! THIS IS WHY I'M INSANE!" he cried, his hands shooting up in the air. Right then, if Ari came, Iggy would gladly force himself to play games with him straight for eight hours. Anything to stop the chatter!

"I hate to break it to you," Gazzy chimed in, "but you were already insane. On the inside. We just surfaced your immense feelings of craziness."

"Since when do you know those big words?" Iggy inquired.

"Since I read them on the projector over there." He pointed to the cameramen and they waved sheepishly back.

Iggy was, needless to say, shocked. Why were people filming his antics as he tracked down the missing members? Why did he smell donuts in the middle of a forest? And...is that a theme song he hears?

"What in hell is going on here? AND WHY DON'T I GET A DONUT!" Iggy shouted, fuming not so silently.

"This, babe, is Iggy, The Bird-kid Hunter. It's a big hit in the US and Canada. Even Australia! And...erm, we...ran out of donuts." Iggy wore a mask of disbelief. "I mean, pixies stole them? And put them in a worm hole. That ended in Kentucky. So you're never getting them back now! Mwaha!"

"No! Not Kentucky!!!" Iggy dropped to the ground with his head in his hands.

His ears pricked up as the bushes rustled. He jumped to his feet and dove into the underbrush, hoping to catch Max or Fang.

"Crikey! We got a big one here! He's a strong little bugger! I think it's Fang!" But alas, 'twas only a bear. A very angry bear...

The bear shook itself off and charged at the bird-boy. He ran blindly (in the literal sense of the word), right into a net Nudge had rigged up. He was suspended in the air, hanging from a tree branch.

"Crikey!" he cried.

Nudge groaned. "We're doing this for your own good Iggy." She promptly put up a sign beside the tree reading "Do not feed the crazy boy. He bites."

A boy, Edward something if my memory is still trustworthy, came by, picking up a stick and poking him with it.

"Hey! Stop that! Who's doing that? Stop!"

Edward simply snickered and walked away. What he was doing in Canada, I have no clue. Iggy continued his thrashing. Being smarter than your average bear, he pulled out his knife and cut himself free. He landed with a heavy thud. Hey, I said he was smarter than a bear, not Einstein.

The camera crew was laughing behind their hands, all the while thinking about the hit this episode would be.

A girlish screech sounded in the air and what looked like a shoe came falling down. "Maax! That was my favorite shoe!" Fang whined from above. The squabbling voices got closer until the owners landed, surprised at what they saw.

Fang grabbed his shoe, keeping his head down, though they could all see the blush painting his cheeks.

"Fang, was that you screaming?" Nudge asked.

Max started laughing, confirming the action between giggles. Fang pulled his hood up and tried to be invisible.

Max's POV

Fang was trying to tell me where to go. And I really can't stand when people order me around. We got into a little fight that ended with me throwing his shoe down to the ground and him screeching like a little girl.

We met up with the Flock in the clearing we landed in. I told Fang we should stop here. A smug smile slid across my face.

Then came the dreaded question. "Fang, was that you screaming?" I erupted into uncontrollable laughter as Fang hid from us.

"Where were you guys?!" Iggy exclaimed. "I nearly went crazy without you guys! They tried to kill me!"

"Nearly?" Nudge snickered. Iggy faked hurt and pretended to cry. His terrible acting was ignored.

"So where were you, Max?" Angel asked, concern and curiosity in her eyes. I could have some fun with this.

"Oh nowhere special. Fang and I just eloped." Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared.

"You...and Fang...what?!" That was the shortest thing Nudge ever uttered. Hallelujah!

I giggled again and quickly said, "Just kidding, guys. That Patch guy captured us. It was terrible!" I shuddered, remembering the experience.

"Tell us about it, Max!"

"Well, it happened like this..." And thus began my tale.

A/N: Mwaha! You have to wait till next time to find out what happened! Hope you like it. -