Hey guys! I'm sorry it takes me so long to update! Hope none of you like the Cleveland Browns ...

Days later, after most of Freddy's bruises and scrapes had faded away, the band was performing in Cleveland, Ohio. Home of the Browns. Booooooooooooo!

Anyway, it was only 11:30 this time as the band ended their show. Bright red lasers, smoke machines, and the sound of all the instruments and voices gave the football stadium where the Browns play it's one and only awesome moment. Because we hate the Browns.

Dewey's last cheesy but almost catchy lyrics bellowed through the stadium.

"Cuz I just wanna rock!
I just wanna rock!
I don't give a sock!
Just let me rock allll dayyy looooong!"

An hour later, the entire band was in Freddy's room, yawing and looking kinda bored. The kids were all on various furniture and the floor, trying to find something exciting to do.

Marta sighed from her perch on a chair. "Man, this stinks. We're hopped up on sugar, and we need something to do…Freddy, what do you like to do?"

Freddy had been silent since they had all gotten there. He had spent the last hour staring at the stadium in the distance, where the Browns play.

He turned his face back to his friends, a maniac smile lighting up his features. "Burn stuff…."

Another half hour later, and it was about 1 in the morning. All the guys had kerosene, except Zack. All the girls had matches. Except Tomika. Now, Zack was too busy filming several feet behind the band, so they didn't even notice him in their pyromaniac states of mind.

The kids all lined up in the lobby of the hotel. Freddy paced in front of them. Even Summer was eager to get in on this plan. Because she hates the Browns. Booooooooooooo!

"Alright team," Freddy briefed his troops. "We're on a mission. One great assassination can change the world."

"How in the hell is burning down the stadium an assassination?" Alicia asked, hands on her hips.

Choosing not to answer that question, Freddy stared her down till she stopped looking like she cared that the fact that burning down the building isn't an assassination.

"Alright then. Girls, got the matches?" They all nodded and held their book of matches up. "Guys, kerosene at the ready?" The guys held up their jugs of kerosene. Grinning, Freddy decided they were ready. "Let's get burnin!"

Meanwhile, Zack was catching this all on tape. Just in case. As the band trekked across the streets hidden in shadow, Zack noticed something. He noticed that Tomika was missing! He backtracked to the hotel, pausing in the lobby to put his camera on. It was late now, not many people were awake.

Which is why he jumped when he heard a huge crash from the kitchens. He stumbled his way to the café, looking for the door to the kitchens. It was quite obvious after a few moments, because the doorway was illuminated and the sound of a ravenous animal thundered from behind the door.

Gulping, Zack braced himself and opened the door, only to be hit by a chicken leg. "Tomika?" he called. "Tomika, you in here?"

Suddenly, a pan flew out of nowhere and hit his leg. "Ow! Tomika calm down. That is you right?" A ferocious growl filled the air as Tomika barreled out from a freezer.

"ROARRR!

Zack nearly dropped his camera in his haste to leave the building.

Now the scene is at the Browns field, where none of the other kids notice Zack and Tomika are missing. Until Zack jumps out, panting, from a bush.

"Dude, where were you?" Freddy asked Zack.

Zack was unable to speak, so he just pointed to his camera.

"I see." He said, before turning to face the rest of the kids (who hadn't heard his conversation with Zack.) "Now what's the plan people?"

"BURN THE STADIUM!" they shouted in unison.

"Why?"

"BECAUSE WE HATE THE BROWNS!!! WOOOOO!"

Forty minutes later, the stadium was aflame, and the kids were back in Freddy's hotel room.

"Hey where's Lawrence?" Tomika asked, wiping some jelly from her cheek.

Zack sensed the opportunity for more footage, so he volunteered to find Lawrence.

"Now, where would I go if I were Lawrence? Well I'd probably be all dirty….hmmm. How about…THE SPA!"

Zack hurried off to the spa in the hotel. Sure enough, Lawrence was squeaky clean, unlike the rest of the band. Zack turned on his camera just in time to catch Lawrence moaning while the masseuse gave him a massage. It was quite odd. Who would have thought LAWRENCE would get massages at this hour of the morning?

Five minutes later, Zack was about to leave, as nothing interesting happened, until Lawrence flipped over onto his back and pulled the masseuse (a blonde in her 20s) on top of him and started kissing her. Thankfully, Lawrence had a towel on.

The love session was cut short by a newsflash on the 24 hour TV set in a corner of the spa. A prim anchorwoman made a grave announcement, looking as if she were announcing the assassination of a famous person.

"Cleveland, I have a very grim announcement to make. It seems that our stadium….has been set on fire…" Here she paused a moment to wipe her eyes. "And it seems that Pittsburgh Steelers announcer Myron cope was caught in the act. Myron what do you have to say for yourself?" The camera switched to Myron.

"Yoi and double yoi! I didn't do it!" He tried to break free of the security dudes holding his arms, but it proved futile.

"Tonight is a very sad night indeed for Cleveland Browns fans everywhere…."

Meanwhile, in Pittsburgh…

"WOOO HOOO!" a random drunk Stillers fan said.

His friend was all "GO MYRON!!! WOO HOO! WE LOSE YOU AND THE BROWNS ALL IN ONE NIGHT!!! LET'S GO DRINK SOME ARN CITY BEER!"

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