"What exactly just happened?" said Kurt as he suddenly rejoined the group.
"Where'd you go?" asked Kitty.
"Answer my question first." Kurt commanded.
"Remy and St. John had another petty argument." Kitty said, rolling her eyes. "Remy seems to just start arguments just because he has nothing better to do…just because he's older and bigger than everyone else!"
"Uh…Remy's right here." Said Remy.
"Oh!" said Kitty, turning around nervously.
"Remy's arguments are not petty." He said.
"Of course not!" Kitty said, trying to back away.
"You said dey were." Remy reminded her.
"I didn't mean it!" Kitty assured him.
"Yes you did." Remy replied.
"Well, I take it back then." Kitty said.
"No you don't." Remy said as if he were annoyed. "You're just sayin' dat."
"See?" Kitty said. "You're starting an argument right now!"
"YOU started it." Remy said.
"No I did NOT!" Kitty argued.
Meanwhile, Lance, Kurt and Scott were having an enlightening conversation about which Ninja Turtle ruled the most.
"Leonardo all the way!" said Kurt.
"Oh Kurt, you're just saying that because he's blue." Said Scott because he's the older one and he has to say smart stuff like that. "Raphael rocks the party."
"I like Michelangelo." Said Lance.
They looked at each other.
"Leonardo leads." Said Kurt. "And…Donetello was stupid because he did machines."
"Raphael was cool but rude."
"Michelangelo was a party dude."
Even more meanwhile, Pietro and Wanda (IMAGINE THAT!!) were having a conversation!!
"WOW Wanda!" said Pietro. "This is practically the only thing that you've done BEFORE me! How much do you think you'll get from the Tooth Fairy?!"
"MORE than a dollar I hope." Wanda said.
"What if you got…a hundred dollars?" Said Pietro as stopped walking in sheer amazement.
"That would be awesome." Said Wanda. "Then I could buy Power Wheels. And with the left over money, I would buy a necklace and maybe some lipstick."
"Can you give me some?" asked Pietro.
"Maybe I'll let you drive in my Power Wheels." Said Wanda. "But I'm getting a pink one where Barbie will talk on the phone with me. So if you don't mind looking incredibly unmanly…"
"That would be fun!" said Pietro. "Maybe I could talk to Ken! He's a boy! LIKE ME!!"
"I don't think Ken talks on the phone." Said Wanda.
"He might." Said Pietro.
"Barbie only talks to girls." Wanda warned.
"Well I don't want to talk to Barbie anyway!" said Pietro. "I only want to talk to Ken."
"Ken won't talk on the phone." Wanda said.
"That's not true." Said Pietro. "You don't KNOW."
"Yes I do." Wanda said.
"We're here!!" said Fruitie. Everyone stopped their current arguments and looked around to see all the crazy people that they had seen the day before at the camp fire only now they weren't at a camp fire. NOW they were at an assortment of tables eating their lunches!! "The Carrots and The Birds are eating together today and we're sitting right HERE!!"
A few individuals threw their hands up and cheered. They won't be specified to save them from humiliation.
"I'll go and get the lunches for today!" Fruitie declared as he frolicked off.
"You know what?" said Lance. "Fruitie decides that we can watch ourselves way too often."
"But we CAN." Said Kitty.
"HE doesn't know that." Lance pointed out.
"Tootie's the opposite!" said Wanda. "She doesn't even let us go to the bathroom or change our clothes by ourselves so stop complaining!"
"Who said I was complaining?" Lance said.
"It SOUNDED like you were." Said Wanda in a threatening voice.
"Okay FINE, I was." Said Lance, rolling his eyes.
"Good." Wanda said, crossing her arms. Then Fruitie returned with a large basket filled with peanut butter sandwiches individually put into little baggies with love.
"Everyone sit down at the table!" Fruitie said as he slammed the basket on the table. Everyone decided that since they were hungry anyway AND it was free food, they might as well just sit down and enjoy their peanut butter sandwiches. They were also equipped with little Junior Juices that make the world go round.
Of course, despite the fact that Junior Juices make the world go round, for someone above the age of about five, they were far too small to quench their thirst.
"These are way too small." Said Scott as he finished the juice box and put it down on the table.
"Remy want another one." Remy declared. "Or even better, a regular sized juice box."
"You each get one!" Fruitie explained.
"What about that one?" Remy asked, pointing to the one remaining one.
"Oh, that's Johnny's!" Fruitie said.
"He doesn't like them." Remy said. "Give it to Remy."
"I don't think so!" said Fruitie with a knavish chuckle. "I wasn't born yesterday you know!"
"Besides, it wouldn't be fair if you got two and I only got one." Scott said.
"Remy's older dan you are." Remy said.
"I don't think so." Said Scott. "I'm taller than you."
"No you're not." Remy said, sizing Scott up.
"Yes I am." Scott argued, sitting up as straight as he could.
Before the argument could elevate, Tootie suddenly returned and took Fruitie aside, whispering to him.
"We have to rearrange the groups at complete random." She said.
"Why?" asked Fruitie.
"Because we HAVE to split Johnny and Remy up but I don't want either of them to think that I don't like them because I gave one of them to you." Tootie explained.
"Are you just trying to dump your problem children on me?" Fruitie said in a disappointed tone. "My group is wonderful and work together great!"
"That is NOT what I'm trying to do!" Tootie said. "I'm sure Remy and Johnny are delightful children when they're not together…"
"No." said Fruitie. "I think Remy has started an argument with just about everyone."
"Well, I've already talked to Smack and he said that that would be the best idea." Tootie said. "So after lunch, we'll take all the kids up to Smack's office and do it at random."
"Very well…" sighed Fruitie.
"Johnny's already up there now so I'll take his lunch to him." Tootie said as she ran off with St. John's sandwich and Junior Juice.
Fruitie returned back to the group of 'children' who were all chewing very slowly and staring at him as if he didn't belong. Which he didn't. Because he was fruitie.
"You kids almost done?" he asked cheerfully just so they wouldn't suspect that something was in store for them. Then again, Fruitie was always suspiciously cheerful. SO suspiciously cheerful…it was kinky. But no one seemed to notice so Fruitie's cheerful scheme worked! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
After they were finished with their sandwiches and Junior Juices, Fruitie escorted them up to Smack's secret underground lair… er… office. Hehehe.
