The next day, Pauly D was at home, and he walked into the garage.
As he was grabbing a snack from the cupboard, Goth Boy, Chaz, Travis, and Buddy came down from the ceiling using the harnesses, wearing matching suits. Mel then miraculously came out of a knocked-over empty trash can. Once he joined the others, all five of them took a dramatic pose.
Pauly: Let me guess. Since I'm running for President of the Board, you're my Secret Service agents.
Chaz: *ckkt* The little man has entered the building. *ckkt*
Goth Boy: *ckkt* Copy that. *ckkt*
Mel: You don't have to make the *ckkt* sound. These aren't walkie-talkies.
Chaz: *ckkt* Come again, I'm getting some interference. *ckkt*
Buddy: *ckkt* I think he said we don't have to do the *ckkt* sound. *ckkt*
Mel: Stop making the *ckkt* sound.
Chaz: I'm not. *ckkt* I have a cold. *ckkt* Anybody got a lemon drop?
Cue an EXTREMELY long (A/N: Bad pun, I'm sorry) *ckkt* coming from Chaz as the others searched their pockets for a lemon drop. Once Buddy found one and gave it to Chaz, Mel turned to face Pauly.
Mel: So, dude, how's the election going?
Pauly: Oh, pretty good. I got the cute girl vote. Chace has got the jocks. The nerds are on the fence…where the jocks hung them by their underwear.
Mel: What you REALLY need to do to win is spread rumors about your opponent. It's a tactic I used to great success when we had that Vote for your Favorite Iron Titan contest.
Flashback…
The five of them had just finished a concert.
Mel: Thank you! Thank you so much! And don't forget to vote for your favorite Iron Titan. Remember, Buddy hates puppies…and Goth Boy, Chaz, and Travis eat them! Goodnight, everybody!
The others looked at him incredulously, as the crowd booed and started throwing tomatoes and other rotten food at them, while Mel opened up the umbrella he was holding to shield himself.
End of flashback…
Pauly: You know what? I don't need to spread rumors to beat Chace. I'm gonna kick his butt…and his forehead butt at the debate tomorrow!
The other guys looked at him confusedly.
Pauly: Oh, you had to be there.
Goth Boy: You drew a butt on his forehead.
Pauly: Huh, guess you didn't have to be there.
Mel: Well, Pauly, whether you win that debate or not, we'll be there to protect you.
Buddy: Gum?
Chaz: GAAAAAAA!
Out of nowhere, Chaz rushed forward and tackled Pauly, knocking them both into the washing machine and causing everything on the shelf above to fall on top of them. Pauly paused for a moment as he caught his breath.
Pauly: He said GUM!
Chaz: (panting) I know, I was going for the gum. You sort of got in the way.