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A/N: Sorry for the really really way past late update! My computer died a horrible death, and luckily for me - my dad was able to ressurect it! Go Dad! :D This chapter is dedicated to you!
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FIVE:
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Sonic opened the cell door and tossed Tails in. He slammed the door and locked it, speeding off down the hallway. Tails ran up to the bars and tried to pull them open, "Great," he sighed, and sunk down to the floor.

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A little later, Sonic scooted to a halt infront of the lab doors, he was so majorly BORED and needed something fun to tide him over for a few minutes. He peered into the lab and started wandering about, playing with all the experiments and gizmos set out on the lab tables.

He continued strolling around until he almost passed by a machine with gigantic red button that said "Panic" on it. Sonic stopped in his tracks and snickered, reaching his hand out to press it.

"HEY!" A voice called from the doorway, "Don't touch that!"

Sonic turned and found the SSSSS Squad in the doorway, "Hay is for horses!" Sonic replied and reached for the button.

"NOO!!" Scratch, Grounder, and Coconuts raced to stop Sonic, but it was too late. He stuck out his tongue and sped out of the lab.

A large siren blared and red lights flashed.

"Shut it off!" Grounder complained, as they tried to figure out how to do that. There wasn't any off switch that they could see.

Dr. Robotnik immediately headed upstairs to investigate, Sonic headed towards him, "Hey Doc, what's with the light show?"

"That's my Manic-Panic Alarm! A calamitous catastrophy has happened on Mobius!" He rushed past Sonic and towards the lab. He stumbled into it, finding three suspicious robots trying to shut it off, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Sir!" Grounder rolled towards him, "Sonic set off your alarm!"

"What? How could he! He doesn't even know what it is!"

"But we all saw him!" Scratch added.

"A likely story!" Robotnik pulled the plug to the alarm, "You three had better find something productive to do before I decide to do something rash!" They scurried out of the lab.

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Meanwhile, Sonic sped by the kitchen door, his stomach starting to rumble. He screeched to a halt and zoomed into the kitchen, "Wonder what Doc's got to eat?" he asked aloud as he opened the refrigerator door.

The light from the fridge further illuminated the bright grin on his face, "HA-HA! Jackpot!" He opened the cabinets beside the fridge and found more glorious goodies inside.

Sonic sped back to the doorway and peered around to see if anyone was around. Finding himself alone, he sped back and started consuming all the food he could get his hands on.

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A few minutes later, he scooped up the rest of the chilidogs in the fridge - he had decided to save the best for last - and shoved them down his throat. He finished his snacking off with a gulp of some soda right out of it's two-liter bottle.

"HEY!" Scratch exclaimed.

Sonic spun around, "BURRRP?" he dropped the bottle on the floor and the rest of the contents leaked out into the rest of the trash covering the kitchen floor. The robots stared dumbstruck at the huge mess in the kitchen. There were fish and chicken bones here, fruit cores there, empty bags of chips and cookies. It was covered with a mess of jellies, chocolate syrup and other sticky objects - all that and more stuck to the floor.

"Who said you could eat all the food?" Scratch growled.

"I didn't eat everything!" Sonic stuck out his tongue, "I can't drink the motor oil, dolts! See ya!" He raced out of the kitchen.

The robots waded through the gooey mess and peered in the fridge. Sure enough, there were a few cans of motor oil in there. They each grabbed one.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" A voice thundered behind them, "Just look at my kitchen! It's a disaster area!"

They slowly turned around, knowing exactly who they'd find.

"You ate EVERYTHING in the fridge?" Dr. Robotnik picked them up by their necks, "Oh, you greedy gluttons are really going to get it now!"

"But-but-but we didn't do it!" Coconuts cried.

"Yeah, it was Sonic!" Grounder added.

"Blaming him again?" Robotnik tightened his grip, making their eyes bulge out of their sockets, "He's more of a badnik than all three of you put together! In fact, with Sonic around - I have no need of my S.S.S.S.S. Squad anymore!"

"Don't say that!" Scratch pleaded.

"Give us another chance, sir!"

"Please? Please? Pleeeeease?"

"NEVER AGAIN!" He growled, thrusting them against the wall, all of the pots and pans hanging on it fell off and whacked them on their heads, "You three are permanently demoted to sanitation patrol!"

"Ah, that's not so bad- I already am..." Coconuts whispered.

"Fine! Then the three of you are demoted to Sanitation Patrol - Dungeon class."

"The Dungeons? But they've NEVER been cleaned!" Coconuts protested.

"That's why you're going to clean them! NOW GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!"


To Be Continued...