Ehehe, yellow cars. Once Annie and I made fun of people with a yellow car, then realized that our cars windows were down, oops. We saw them later too, that was… Annie? (Anne stares at Indiana Jones Temple of Doom poster)…. Annie? (Numair waves hand in front of her face, no reaction)… oh shit….

Disclaimer: HAHAHAHAHAAAA! I have the disclaimer all to myself now!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA! Um…what do I do with it…?

~*~*~*~*~*~* This chapter is mine damn it ~*~**~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*

Meanwhile. Elsewhere in the palace, Van, Allen, Dilandau, the heat-wave guy, and Dryden had discovered the secret storage room of beer hidden behind the king's chambers. After endless days of living hard lives of Esca-boys, they decided they deserved a night of 'relaxing'.

Each hauling a keg behind him, the five ran into the woods where their new luxury guymelef awaited them.

"Who's gonna drive?" inquired Dryden gazing at the incredibly expensive melef.

"It has an auto-pilot." Allen stated smugly.

"No man uses an auto-pilot!" declared Van proudly, thumping himself on his scrawny chest. The rest of the party noticed he must have already had a few sips of his keg, as his eyes were looking a little glazed.

"What's the fine for giving alcohol to a minor?" asked Dilandau, ignoring the fact that he too was only fifteen.

"Aw, thish ish Gaea, the drinking age ish like what…." He waved his arms about as he tried to rememver how to count, "um…ten?"

"Actually it's sixteen." Allen sighed.

"Bah," Van said, drunkenly waving Allen away. "Pussy Austurian pricksh…Fanelia don't even have a drinking age!"

"I think he's had enough for right now…" Dilandau muttered.

"We'll let heat-wave guy drive. Okay heat-wave guy?" Allen suggested.

Heat wave guy only looked up in bewilderment.

The luxury guymelef, built for carrying six people, (wow) had recently hit the market, and pretty much the only person who could affoird it was the king, but he'd never even notice it was gone.

"This isn't right," Allen had commented on their way out, "taking it without asking…we should leave a note."

"Aw, shove it up yer ash." Van cried, pushing Allen into the guymelef.

Lifting into the air, the melef soared off into the distance, away from all who might discover the men in mid-drunken stupor. Landing off in the middle of nowhere, the five settled into the leather seats and proceeded to get dead drunk.

"I got another one," Dryden hiccupped, "A b…blond walks into a bar and…and…jumps off a bridge. Will the blond or bru…bru…redhead land firsht?"

"I dunno…" Dilandau muttered, his head lolling back.

"The redhead…" Van muttered, falling out of his chair again, "because Allen had to shtop and ashk for dire…dir…the way…"

"Hey! You wanna fight withs me Vanni-chan?" Allen replied, reaching for his "sword".

"I'm blonde!" piped Dilandau for no reason at all.

"No…no, you're an albino…or something…"

"I dun get it…" and he puked on his "brother's" shiny boots again.

"That reminds me o Millerna, you know, that doctor chick…" Allen slurred, taking another swig.

"Oh yeah, the one with the guy and the 'wolf', you know? She got shot today…" Van clapped.

"Noooo," Allen whined, "not that one, the one who follows me everywhere."

"Oh, my wife!" exclaimed Dryden, proudly.

"She's great in the sack…" Dilandau smiled stupidly, thinking back to that unmentioned AU fic.

"Bashtard…" Dryden chucked his empty bottle, missed, and hit a completely spaced heat-wave guy in the head. He looked up. Bewildered.

"Yeah, but that's all their good for, you know…?" Allen obviously drunk off his arse, chirped.

"Noo…Hitomi's good for battles and…stuff…and she wears the cutest little shorts…" Van faded out a minute, off in his own mental image, then burst into a fit of giggles.

"Yeah…women…who needs em?" Dilandau laughed, taking another swig, missing his mouth entirely and pouring it onto the floor where Jajuka lapped it up.

"Obviously not you…you…hermaphro…sex-switching thing… But all Millerna's about is me me me…selfish biotch."

"Yeah…a guy gets his heart broken, and suddenly it's all our fault…" muttered Dryden, hands not quite working enough to grab another bottle.

"Yeah, and then we try to tell…tell them off easy and then it's…'oh but it's your baby…!" cried Allen, "That was a long time ago, but can they letsh it go? Noooo!"

"Shut up Allen, you at leasht get women…" Van pouted, then burst into sudden tears, and then laughed., then turned angry, "And then she getsh these wing things out a no where, and I'm likesh, ''scuse me, but when it comesh down to it, I getsh nothing in thish whole series, so let me keepsh my thing, you got those card thingsh', you know?"

"Here here!" cried Zongi, "I have a girl like that, Fungi."

""Ha ha, Zongi fucks fungus!" Chid laughed, "My girlsh' like that too, she'sh all like…" he then proceeded to smack the chair repeatedly.

"Thatsh my boy!" Allen cried, patting Chid on the back, though he ended up swatting him off the chair entirely.

"Shuddup ya friggin' moose," Van sniggered attempting to slap Allen across the face.

[Numair ponders where the heck this is going]

"Yeah, you know…" Dilandau swaggered, sliding out of his seat to a pathetic heap on the floor. "Not all guys are sexual predators…"

Everyone stopped and glared at Allen. "You wanna shtart shomethin'?" he hiccupped.

"Yeah…shome guys are ve-very sensitive…"Van swallowed the bile rising in his throat.

"Those are called 'homosexuals'" Dryden stated intelligently (as intelligent as a wasted scholar gets).

Again, everyone stared at Allen. "Hehe…yeah……hey!"

I don't know where this is going… I'll just get to the meat of the action. The whole lot of men, beyond wasted at this point, but not yet passed out, somehow managed to collaborate that they needed to go home. So, ever so intelligently, they decided Van would drive.

Can you see where I'm going with this?

Up, up and up rose the luxury melef, rising into the sky like a newborn star! And then down…down…very down…

"What'sh going on?" Allen giggled, being thrown across the spacious inside.

"For the revolution!!!!!" Van screamed, standing and saluting nothing.

Heat-wave guy stumbled and fell out of the melef, plummeting to the ground. Shaking off the fall, he looked up, bewildered, as the fireball melef crashed on top of him.

"Poor goober…" Dilandau whispered, wiping a single tear away from his eye.

"Hitooooomi I loooove you, I want to touch your…!" sang Van, falling out of his seat.

The luxury melef then burst into flames!!!!

"Run away!" Dryden cried, diving out of the melef.

"He's got brains! Follow him!" Dilandau yelped, jumping out after Dryden.

"Come on Va-aaaan!" Allen shouted.

"No man is an island!" Van declared, grabbing the booze.

"Leave it Van! It's not worth your life!"

"I am nothing without it! Would you leave your labido?"

"Good point. But Van, you can always buy more! There will be another day!"

"Truly?"

"Yes Van. Come on, be strong! Think of Hitomi!!!"

"HITOMI!!!" Van cried, gaining newfound strength, he lifted the keg over his head and charged out of the flaming guymelef.

"SANCTUARY!!!!" Van shrieked, holding the keg above his head, the fire behind him.

When the men had escaped the fireball melef, they found shelter in some random wood.

"Now what?" Dryden pondered.

I'm wondering that myself, hang on…

Okay! I've got it!

"You have an idea?"

"We're done?"

"There is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?"

"Squishy banana?"

Nope! Now you all have to find your way back, dead drunk! I'm cutting the boundries! Go to it!

The men looked at each other in fear. Well, that was the least amount of help they could have ever asked for. Which is my plan…heheheh…

"Well," Van smiled stupidly, stroking the keg lovingly, "We can't carry this the whole way, and we can't just let it go to waste."

Within minutes, the keg was empty, and except for a pair of pants and a few piles of vomit, the men were nowhere to be seen.

Sesshomaru walked through the shady glade, that poofy thing on his shoulder moving gently with the wind, the moonlight reflecting in his silver hair. His mind was elsewhere, drifting amongst crimson clouds of hate on a certain something. Or shall we say, a certain someone?

'Curse that hanyou…Please please kiss kiss, gimme strawberry kisses please. What the hell am I thinking? Curse you Numair!'

Eeheheheee…Just then, there was a rustling in the bushes beside the youkai. Could it be that brother of his and that little whore he hauled around with him everywhere? Making more little hanyou's were they? Sesshomaru stuck his aristocratic nose in the air and walked by with little concern, until…

"Halt citizen!"

The demon turned to see a blonde woman stand—

"Man!"

--man standing there holding out a rapier (at least in his own little world, it was really just a moss-covered stick).

"A human," he said with little concern.

"Half-ryu-jin to you!" shouted a scrawny boy, jumping out of the bushes before the demon. He wore a traditional 'merry-men' hat (really one of his boots) with one of his own feathers sticking out of it.

"Fucking halfbreeds are multiplying…"

"You are crossing through our forest, demon-thing, and we demand a tax," Dryden, his robes turned brown with mud, stated.

"Who are you pathetic creatures?"

"I am Van Hoonel! And this is my band of very-merry-drunk-men!"

"Arararara…I'm Little Schon!" declared the blond.

"Heheheee, little…little you-know-what!" everyone including the author laughed. Little Schon glared.

"I am Dil Scarlet!" cried an albino popping up out of nowhere, flamethrower under his arm.

"And I am Friar Dryden! Together we form…!"

dododododdoododooo!

We're men, we're men in tights!

We roam around the forest looking for fights!

We're men, men in tights

We rob from the rich and give to the poor

That's right!

We may look like sissies,

But don't get us wrong or else we'll put out your lights!

Rippoff! Rippoff!

The four 'very-merry-drunk-men' linked arms and started doing the can-can.

La, lalalalalaaalaalalalalalaaalaaalalalalalaalaalaalaalaaaaaaa!

Lalalalalalaalalaaaaaa!

We're men

Manly men!

We're men in tights,

Tight tights!

We rob from the rich and give to the poor

That's right!

We may look like pansies…

At this, they all shoved Allen, in his ugly poofy clothes, forward.

But don't get us wrong or else we'll put out your lights!

BAM!

Dilandau punched Van square in the jaw and sent him flying into…a nearby lake!!!

Sesshomaru was not amused, and pulled out his kinki-light-saber-whip thing.

"Run!" shouted Dryden as the fur began to fly.

Allen was nearly spliced in half as the whip of DOOM passed through him.

"WHOOPA!" Sesshomaru stated, whipping the poor boys about mercilessly.

"Numair! Help!" Allen wailed as he was thrown over a tree.

Van dunked into the water again by some 'mysterious force and…huh? Oh shit…But…wet Van…so hot…

"Numair!" Dryden snapped as he dove into the ditch.

"Machi-nasai!" shouted a young voice. Everyone paused and looked up into a large full moon, where a slender silhouette stood, long odango hair blowing in the breeze.

"Inu ga tabetai desu! Ai no sensei, serashi bishoujo no senshi, Sailormoon!"

"Sailor Chibimoon!"

"Tuxedo Kamen!!"

"Tsuki ka watte, oshioki yo!"

"Oh no…" Sesshomaru groaned.

"Time to turn you back to what you once were! Remember Sessomaru! Moon Healing Escalation!"

"I remember…"wept Sesshomaru. All the evil fell away from him to reveal…!

"Well, isn't this cliché." Dilandau muttered.

"This coming from someone who just did this several chapters ago." Dryden replied wryly.

"Pre-menstrual syndrome. I wasn't myself."

"……"

You're ruining the moment! To reveal…Menchi!

Ex-Sesshomaru-now-turned-Menchi yelped and ran for his life as Excel and the sailor senshi, all hungry, gave chase.

"Sesshomaru-sama! Wait for me!" screeched that little ugly green thing that follows him everywhere, waving about his staff of Magius.

"Look what my Shalafi did!"

"AAAHH!!!"

"Hold it!" cried the 'mysterious cloaked person from nowhere'. "Numair, you're getting a little off subject."

You think so?

"Just a smidge."

What was I doing?

"Something about getting these drunk boys home, I presume?"

OH, right! So the three men and a very wet but cute Van began their trek home, though still too drunk, they started going in the wrong direction.

"Do we still get to rob from the rich?" Dilandau inquired, doggedly following the light of Allen's hair.

"I'm afraid not, my son." Dryden said sadly.

"Quit the friar act, dumbshit." Van snapped.

"Oooh, I think Vanni-chan is suffering from IMS!" Laughed Allen.

You don't even know what that is you fucking moose pansy!

"Sorry…"

"Let's ask that hooker on the side of the road!"

"Shut up Allen!"

"No, really!"

"That's a man!"

"Hahaha! Allen is queer!"

"No hookers! How about that mysterious cloaked figure standing beside the road?"

"Okay!"

The four men staggered over to the 'mysterious cloaked figure that came from no-where'. "Scuse me, could you tell us which way is Austuria?"

"Austuria?" inquired the shrouded figure, "That's a long ways off, young ones," he pulled back his hood to reveal long dark-brown hair in a ponytail and sapphire eyes. It was none other than…Seanteo!

Anne: WHAT?!?!?!?!!?!?!?

Numair: You're back!

Anne: WHAT THE HECK IS THAT THING DOING HERE!?!?!?

Numair: I got bored…

Anne: (reads story) WHAT THE HECK IS THIS!?!?!

Numair: (runs like hell across the street)

Anne: (cries)

A/N: T_T What have I done? I let Numair have free-reign on this story! (notices no one reading this). Sad-ness. I apologize for this chapter… although it's a Mary Sue so it doesn't have to make sense… wait, where the hell is Mary Sue?

Numair: What Mary Sue?

BARG!!! (smacks Numair upside head). What is with that Disclaimer?? Erm… Numair doesn't own any of the many references she made… other than Sean-crap…

Numair: Seanteo!!

Who cares. Ignore this horrid chapter (Numair: HEY! I tried!) and that's the sad part my friend…. And read next time, "Circus Fun! (shudders)"