A/N: Looks like the fun never stops, when Wrestlefan4 steps in. LOL

Here's the next chapter, enjoy


Since Chris couldn't get any information out of Finlay he decided to try and see what other kind of trouble he could find. Chris swaggered along the deck glad that his seasickness had finally left for good. It had been cramping his style. But thankfully he could now save the passengers of the ship from the boredom that was life without a fully functional Jericho.

"Without me these people are helpless." Chris sighed to himself. He turned a corner and ran smack into some idiot. "Who dares to run into the Amazing…oh…hi Vince"

Chris took a step back and adjusted his Barbie turban. Vince glared at him from burning eyes. His mouth turned down in an angry frown.

"What the hell is that?" Vince pointed to Jericho 's head.

"It's my turban. Didn't you know that Chris Jericho is always fashion forward? This is the newest craze in hip places like Paris, London, New York, and Djibouti."

"What?"

"Djibouti." Chris repeated. "Never mind."

"Take it off, it looks ridiculous!" McMahon snapped.

"Ah, but there is nothing in the rules about head wear, Barbie or otherwise." Chris smirked at McMahon who grew more and more agitated. Chris knew he should leave well enough alone but he just couldn't. So Chris did what Chris does best, he kept talking. "So it's going to stay right here it belongs atop my pretty little head."

"They're my rules. They say what I want them to say, got it?" McMahon grabbed a corner of the towel and tore it away leaving Chris to frown and run a hand through his messy hair. Chris watched McMahon retreat with the Barbie towel clutched in his hand.

"For now you have left the victor, Vinnie Mac. But this is not over, nay! The Amazing Jericho will regain his title! I mean, his turban!"

Phil jumped startled when Chris ran up to him and Jeff with a devious look on his face and mischief sparkling in his blue eyes.

"Oh no…now what?" Phil laughed.

"McMahon has gone and done it, he's declared war!" Jericho shouted waving his finger in the air. Phil slapped himself in the forehead.

"Chris, can you attempt to behave normally for oh, maybe…just five minutes?"

Chris tilted his head for a moment considering before shaking it.

"No, I tried once and it was bad."

"What happened?" Jeff asked almost afraid to hear Jericho 's insane answer.

"Well okay so I never tried. But I've been told that if I ever did…the world would stop turning and half of it would be stuck on the dark side of the sun and it would freeze and die and all the people in the world would have to move to Asia to not freeze and then everyone would have to watch Anime and eat noodles and like dragons."

"I fear for your sanity, do you realize that?" Phil said to the older man.

"You shouldn't. My sanity isn't afraid. It knows its place. It's in that part of my brain right next to the part that tells you not to eat rocks."

"That makes me feel a lot better." Phil grinned.

"Dude, that's where I keep my sanity too!" Jeff laughed and exchanged a high five with Jericho .

"But anyway young Phil Brooks, you asked The Amazing Jericho what happened and the Amazing Jericho will tell you…in third person."

Phil decided it was best not to ask why Chris liked to speak about himself in third person so he just waited patiently for Chris to go on.

"The demon known as Vincent Kennedy McMahon hijacked the Amazing Jericho's turban. He is holding Barbie hostage sighting a non-existent policy expounding on the guidelines for the wearing of head ornaments on this sea voyage. The Amazing Jericho is now planning his rescue of Barbie."

Phil tried desperately not to crack up and Jeff scratched at his colorful hair watching Chris's drama. Jericho was pacing the deck with a super serious look on his face and there was just nothing about this whole situation that seemed very serious.

"It is now my move and I plan to draw up blue prints for a sneak attack. I will go in to enemy territory risking life, limb, and considerable financial losses to obtain that which was so cruelly, maliciously, and brutally torn from my perfect blond locks!" Chris fell to his knees in near tears enjoying every moment of his over the top drama. "I will rescue you Barbie from the clutches of evil! I will not rest until I wrap you around my head once more!"

Jeff clapped sarcastically.

"Okay, you won the award Chris." Phil joked.

Chris's mouth fell open in shock and he got back to his feet.

"Surely you don't believe I say this in jest. This is a serious matter. I thought you would help me…after all…" All a sly grin and narrowed eyes replaced Chris's surprised expression. Phil had the sinking feeling that he was about to be dragged into Chris's insanity whether he wanted to or not. "The Great Amazing Handsome Jericho helped you."

Phil groaned knowing he was cornered.

"So, soldier, are you with me?"

"Alright, but don't call me soldier."

Chris danced around the deck excitedly and pumped his fists into the air. People turned to see what he was up to and raised eyebrows at the peculiar Jericho.

"Yes! Operation Barbie Freedom begins! We need code names, I'm going to be…Glitter Goblin."

"Glitter Goblin?" Phil pulled a face.

"Yes, and you shall be Rubber Ducky."

"What?"

"Rubber Ducky." Jeff laughed and poked at Phil who didn't look very enthusiastic about the whole thing.

"This is going to be so awesome!" Jericho 's eyes danced with plots and plans. "We have to start planning now but this has to be top secret!"

"Well Jeff kind of knows so it's not that secret."

Chris stepped up to the younger Hardy and looked him over.

"Are you with us soldier?"

"Um…"

"Good!" Jericho slapped Jeff on the back and took his 'um' as a yes. "You will be dubbed Rainbow Fox. Now, Rubber Ducky and Rainbow Fox, the Glitter Goblin must stow away in a secret place and devise a plan.."

Jeff and Phil watched as Chris left making his way 'slyly' along the deck ducking and hiding behind random objects and confused people.

"I kind of wish he was still sea sick." Jeff commented.