Disclaimer: God, I hate saying this but: I do NOT own Charmed!!!! However::smiles:: I do own my killer marbles and the black ball of stupid fluff! I also own Kev and Merv, who just appeared into my head one day.

A/N: Damn thunder! Woke me up at 6:40 this morning...anyway it's 7:25 so I have about 30mins...not that I'll get much done, because my brain has temporarily frozen.

Cocoamo1223: Awwww, Michael's getting sympathy! He'll be happy-he wasn't to keen on what I wrote...but he'll get over it. He's too attached to his dryer...hmmm...maybe there's something that they're not telling us... I'm glad you think this is hilarious, I had a hell of a lot of fun writing the Flashback, with semi-evil Wyatt, Chris and whining Michael, and my wonderful...I mean annoying black ball of stupid fluff! And I'm so glad you're finding this hilarious!

Chrisoriented: You want more??? Okay then...

Flephanie: Did you only just realise I was mad??? I'm beyond mad, I've lost it...I don't know what I lost but nvm...I would've taken it as a compliment anyway. And if you thought last chapter was mad, wait till you've read this chapter!

Moi: Hey moi or should that be tu or toi?, you lazy git-you could have at least signed in or said Michael...but noooooo...you decided to make me think about who's reviewing...I thought I'd told you that I don't like that-just as well I recognise your style of reviews! Baka...oh well, if you want to speak Japanese!

Oh well at least your reviewing now...and have fun knocking out those vital brain cells...wait why am I lecturing you about banging your head on the table...it's something I do everyday! shoves something that reeks under nose- possibly cow pat So did you have fun being unconscious?

Classicchic: Thanks.

DrewFullerFan4life: I'm glad you really like this...I don't see how...I'm practically rolling around on the floor writing it...oh well...

Jackie: ::Big Cheesy Grin:: Glad you think it's a good Chris basher!!! You shall wait no more!

Gryffindor620: It is funny...what part was sad?

Melinda Pruedence Halliwell: ARGH!!! Not the evil glare!!!! ::RUNS:: I'm sure Michael will be pleased that you think he should be bashed...almost as pleased as when you mentioned the D word... Oh....you don't like me evil, Killer Marbles? Hmmmm...haven't thought of exploding burgers....

AK8: Ya...poor chris!

Charmed Melinds Halliwell: I like reviews...so don't apologize missy!! Yes I want a decent title...hmmm....'Bad, bad, bad, bad day'....I like it...yup, you are suffering from memory loss... :P

Deep down inside the Earth, there were a crowd of creatures. You'd never have guessed that it was the Underworld, except from the fact that many of these creatures were demons.

All the demons were lined up in rows and columns, doing (yeah, you guessed it!) the Macarena!

Ehhh, Macarena! Everyone shouted as they clapped and turned, landing on the floor with a mahussive (I don't care if it's not a real word, or if you don't know what it means-I do, and that's all that matters-it just means huge!) THUD! The music slowed and then stopped...for a second the demons looked lost, but then the next piece of music started and everyone started doing the dance to 'Saturday Night'. A few minutes later after a lot of drunken demons twirling their arms and moving in the wrong direction the song changed again.

Arms(in some cases, tentacles...not another similar sounding word...) were waving in front of their various owners, then to thumbs(again, only those who had them) shaking over shoulders, to hands (you guessed it, if they had any) in front and behind their heads, then they were shaking their knees....It was a real picture for anyone to see most of the world's population of demons on a Saturday, dancing to Las Ketchup's 'Aserejé (The Ketchup Song)'. Actually it was a rare, but hilarious nonetheless sight to see the demons dancing to various classic disco tunes. Such as; YMCA, the Ketchup Song, Saturday Night, Macarena, The Cha Cha Slide, The Hair Washing Song...I think that's actually Tragedy, but I'm sure you know what I mean...the song that goes Tragedy, when you're in the town and your pants fall down, Tragedy!....or something like that...and of course that old demon classic The Hokey-Cokey (with added verses of course for all those with extra limbs)!

Just as all the demons were changing from the 'Y' position, to the 'M' position, the music stopped and a ghastly looking demon walked in.

"We have a...um...Tragedy!" He stated in a low raspy voice.

The DJ demon, quickly found the music and Tragedy! started playing. The ghastly demon started turning red...trouble was-he was already a red demon, so instead turned a sickly shade of purple.

All the demons in the room hushed quickly, seeing their leader very purple.

"I did NOT mean play the song!" The DJ demon, quickly switched of the music, and looked very worried...two seconds later he seemed to burst into fire from the inside, leaving the now purple demon looking extremely happy with himself...yup, you guessed it the now-purple demon is actually...drum roll please, SOURCIE!

All demons looked up at dear, old SOURCIE expectantly.

"You all know that we have been trying to get a hold of The Charmed One's son from the future. Well...he has fallen into the clutches of some very badassy Mortal Killers." SOURCIE said the last words with a mass of disgust and green spit.

SOURCIE received a lot of gasps from the demons, and a lot of whispering started...

"DEMONS!" SOURCIE bellowed, shutting them all up. "We will, have to dispose of the Mortal Killers first, then we can get to future boy!" SOURCIE said grinning a very evil grin, and receiving cheers from the crowd of swarming demons at the idea of getting to torture another two innocents.

SOURCIE walked back into his lair and called for his oracle.

"What can I do for you Good Sir?" She asked as he went into his plans...

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"Out boy!" The taller Mortal Killer (evil bastards are those mortals!) shrieked.

Chris stumbled around the back of the van...and then feel out of it landing in a pile of doggy do-do.

"Oh Holy Fucking Shit! There's shit in my hair...IN MY HAIR!!! ARGH!!! And the shit is mixed in with tiny bits of gravel! CRAP!" Chris yelled in frustration as he failed to stand up.

"Get up!" The shorter man barked.

Chris jumped up...and a loud cracking sound could be heard...he screwed his eyes shut and shoved his clenched fist into his mouth...(the hand not covered in shit)

"My back!" He whinged as it clicked again. "What the fuck do you want with me?

"WE don't want anything with YOU...we were aiming to k...um, get another guy...but you got in the way! And dorko over here," Kev says, pointing to Merv, "Stuffed up...so we're taking you to our boss...No more questions!"

"No watch your head" Merv said so quietly on the way in that Chris, naturally, didn't hear!

"OUCH! Where the hell did that come from? And why don't they make doors big enough for people to WALK through?" Chris seethed, clutching his head, crawling under the doorway...
A/N: Never did get much done! So....sorry it's been a long time since least update...But I'm updating now...with more wacky goings on! Ya know...I really mighta lost it back there with the dancing demons...Maybe next chapter we can have my talking sausages hit Chris over the head with a frying pan...what do you ya to that Mike? Or ant viruses...or Detective Chocolate...or the evil ball of black fluff could a come-back... 'Party!' Did I forget to say that they're EXTREMELY annoying...and make very little sense...finally-he's snoring! Thank GOD!!!!!