Chapter 4: Heero and Wufei Sing Powerpuff Girls Medleys

By Laz (LRT), Spaz (LSS) and Jazz (LA)

Disclaimer: We don't own PPG either. Maybe we should have done one huge disclaimer in chapter one, maybe we shouldn't have been so drunk while writing this chapter, maybe we shouldn't have spent our annual Rotten Tomato Day by watching Glitter several times over. We really don't know.

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Duo, in the meantime, jumped from one shelf to another, trying to reach the air vent, where Quatre was still trembling, traumatized by what was happening to Wufei and Heero. Trowa, by the way, was still jumping up and down on the tissue paper shelf.

Then Duo lost his footing on top of the shelf filled with cooking oil.

The cooking oil, all in delicate glass bottles, smashed to the floor and broke, making the floor intolerably slippery. He fell onto a very mad (the British mad, meaning nuts, whacked out.) Chinese boy, who wasn't really tickled to see him either.

"Hi.Wu-man," Duo said, flashing his cocky and confident grin, which had lost a considerable percent of its potency.

"G'offame, MAXWELL!!!!!!!!!!" Wufei growled.

"Gladly," Duo said dryly, leaping onto and climbing a stack of crates that Trowa and Quatre had used to get to the vents.

He placed the beloved digital camera that didn't belong to him on the shelf of tissue paper and squished into the air vent with Quatre. His videocam, however, hung on a cord around his neck.

Then Heero dove from his current position back to the ground floor. Again, on top of Wufei.

Thud.

"Ouch! Get off me, you BAKA!" Wufei screeched.

"Aw, Mistah Wuffie Tightass is IN PAIN!" Duo taunted.

Wufei was sane enough to digest what Duo had just said. Silently, he looked up at Duo, in the air vent. A huge sob from Quatre emanated from his current hiding place.

"Please don't f-fight a-anymore, DUOKINS!!!!!!" he hollered.

Duo winced, as it WAS his ear the Winner boy was yelling into.

"Geez, Quatre! STOP WHIMPERING!!!" Duo screamed at the shaking boy.

Quatre whimpered.

Iria stuck her head out of the ice cream freezer and glared at Duo, full- strength. "DON'T YOU DARE HURT MY BROTHER, DUO MAXWELL!!!!!!!" she screeched.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!" Quatre only sobbed, burying his head in Duo's priest shirt.

"What should I do?" Duo frantically asked Trowa, who had regarded the digital camera secured in all the jumbo rolls of tissue paper, was busy taking pictures of Heero and Wufei's extremely silly antics, still on top of the tissue paper shelf.

"Calm him down," Trowa answered, not daring to look at Duo as he took a picture of Wufei giving Heero a wedgie. As it developed, he stuck it into the breast pocket of his shirt.

"Feed him candy!" Iria called from the freezer.

"NO!" Trowa snarled. "He'll go ZERO on all of us!"

Duo suddenly remembered the radio. Which was pink. Ahem.

"You like music, Quatre 'ol buddy 'ol pal?" Duo asked.

Quatre panted like a dog waiting for his master to give him a treat.

"I hope you like the classical station!" Duo

Duo flipped on the radio, setting it to the classical station, just in time to hear the news bulletin.

"Hi! I'm Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls," a saccharine sweet little girl's voice sailed in through the speakers.

"POWERPUFF GIRLS!!!!!!" Heero cackled. He tied a green checked tablecloth around his neck and pumped his fist into the air. He then ran around, shrieking insanely, "FIGHTING CWIME, TWYING TO SAVE THE WOLD, AND THEY'VE COME JUST IN TIME, THE POWEPUFFFF GULSSS!"

And he and Wufei jumped up on the counter and posed a la Charlie's Angels (think Lucy Liu and Drew Barrymore, sans guns). Then they blurted out at the same time, "POWERPUFF!! TAN-TAN-TAN-TAN!"

Ew. Scary.

The End. FOR NOW.

A/N: LONG POS (Piece of Shit) Ahead, you've been warned. Skip to the purple scroll-type thing and review, okay?

Laz: Since we're under the influence of Nanashi-san who will send us a, quote-unquote, "Demon duo with the power to turn everything HOT PINK to destroy life as you know it!" we will be nice (in this chapter) and thank all the people who have had the courtesy to review and comment on our. THING that is slowly (albeit surely) going out of control. And since Spaz says that we will lose more readers if I go on, we will give the honors to Jazz, voted Miss 'most-likely-to-jump-off-a-building-if-she-can't-finish-a- fic-or-act-diplomatic' 2003 by her class.

Jazz: Okay. Pops Prozac into mouth and injects herself with liquid anti- depressants to make her stop shaking Let's make it nice and long.

Skydancer: Thanks for the reviews! All of them! Naturally, we update! We hope that future chapters make more of you giggle like maniacs. Just don't shoot anybody. and thanks for the goddess bit. A little ego-pampering never hurt anyone. Spaz hits Jazz Okay, okay, I'll go on. Oh yeah! Spaz noticed that she (it) and I are both in your favorite authors, but you can just use Luna Stop Swearing, since Luna Antonio is only reserved for when I get suspended.

Scottman101: Thanks for the SNS (Short N Sweet) review! We live on thumbs- ups!

Laz: That and trashy movies starring singers trying to be flexible, coke, anti-depressants, anime, good literature.

Jazz: DO YOU MIND?!?

Laz: Oh, not at all.

Spaz: Demon Duo, HOT PINK HER!

Laz: Oh dear God. Is attacked and silenced by Hot Pink Demon Duo

Jazz: Sorry for the delay, here's more:

Shadowed Eyes of An Angel: Or SEA, whatever, we bow to your imitation mock- Heero-Death-Glare. We usually don't submit to death threats, but I think we could freeze the girls a little later on in the fic, for your sake. Thanks for reviewing!

Nanashi-san: We have been thoroughly tortured by your sick little Duo and sustained enough injuries to mock the sinking of the Titanic. Be assured that we will send it back to you through mail, after successfully hacking into your files. Stick Duo in the freezer and make him blow it up, sending gallons of ice cream flying. Make Heero lick it up and become enthralled by the color pink on the Isle of Feminine Napkins. Make Heero go out and get a pink, frilly dress. Gods, Man! (Or Woman) Are you listening to yourself? You're brilliant! You will receive the Twysted Award For Grossness In A Fanfic! I think we could put that in, too. We're glad that there are other people in the world who are just as insane as we are.

Kate: Apology accepted! In a few months' time, the full version will be up, I suppose, that is, if my ACQUAINTANCES try and work harder. And stop enslaving me (grumble, grumble, Chinese water torture.) Shouldn't have changed pen names that often, I suppose. And what do you mean, copied many times? Can you name names?

Luna Stop Swearing: Eh? Oi, Spaz, what the heck did you do, reviewing our fic? That's against canon! The rules of the fan fiction writer!

Spaz: It was explaining that we were who we were, and we didn't rip it off of anybody.

Jazz shrugging: Oh, okay. Anyway, Spaz, your guitar instructor called, asking you out on a DATE, Mom said to wash all your underwear with those blood stains on the crotch because she keeps throwing up just looking at them.

Spaz: Just shut your bloody mouth up or I'll force your own blood down your fucking throat!

Jazz: Moving on.

Wufei: No, for the love of all that's good and holy, please, don't pee your pants. Poor, poor, sick Wufei. Why dontcha have Sally give you some TLC, if you know what I mean?

Aka-kitsune-chan: Write more? Why of course! Make Quatre go ZERO again? Hmmm. I'll have to talk it over with my BUSINESS ASSOCIATES. We wanted someone else to have a go at the ZERO System this time.

Silver Strife: Good to see you're not as depressed. Well, miracles DO happen, you know. Thanks for the SNS!

GothicFAED: Thanks, we know, it's not half bad!

Laz: Yeah, it's entirely shite!

Jazz: Sorry 'bout that.

GothicFAED: Yeah, we know it says G-rated summary SOMEWHERE, but it's all Laz's fault. We entrusted the summary to her, and the next thing we know, it gets booted off of FF.Net and we get suspended for a week! Her fault! Her fault! You need a life? Write fanfic! And, piece of advice: "I write fanfic, therefore, I am." Repeat several times whilst looking at the monitor (should be off), and refrain from balconies and penthouses. As for your fanfics you've so kindly advertised, we've sent Spaz to look in on them and read, and so forth.

Spooky: Inderesting review, too. More gum, we suggest. We can do with no yaoi, since I get goosebumps writing something remotely yaoi and yuri, but Laz likes that sort of thing.

Laz: There's a name for people like you, Jazz. NUNS.

Spooky cont'd: So well, we've already paired Quatre up with someone more. appropriate, so no worries about yaoi with him. As for the pies in the face. how about puke? Puke is good.

Spaz: Excuse me, we have to stop Jazz from revealing any more spoilers, so we'll just sic Hot Pink Demon Duo on her before we ship 'im back to Nanashi- san. Yes, you'll have to wait a bit more for the next installment, but check in every 2-3 days, since we update at least thrice each week, depends on when we feel nicest. Hope you liked this chapter, sorry if we ramble too much.

Laz: Whatever. Just review. You know? Purple scrollbar type-thing on lower left hand of your screen? Just make it say 'Submit review' and write something nice! Or else we clone Hot Pink Demon Duo and send him to YOU! Also, 'Add Author To Favorites' or 'Add Story To Favorites' wouldn't hurt.

Jazz: LAZ! You're not supposed to be advertising. AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hot Pink Demon Duo has sought his revenge on Jazz for tying him down when he was trying to make her into sashimi earlier today.