A/N: Addled, madcap authoress flyingpiggies proudly presents: Where is the love? Inspired by her dim-witted cheese/plotbunnies who have taken over the world! Much chaos to go around, if you please. Special mention to ChocolateCurlz, and an eulogy to her insulting kitchen table.

Dedicated to:

1)troubled-ego…may this chaos ease your troubled ego…most likely not though…Thanks for adding me to your favorites!

2) luvalot who keeps on telling me to write whatever I 'damn well please'. A little chaotic, but yes…

I would right mentions to every one of you all who reviewed, but unfortunately, my mahja is hankering at me to get off the computer. I'm a slave for my supplier of chocolate and allowance…Aren't we all?

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"Here comes the train: Chugga, chugga, chugga, chugga…" SUPER MOM Raven lifted the spoonful of tofu-mash, bitterly enthused by her endearing nametag, wondering how possibly she could further degrade herself. Refusing to make freight train tunnels for the soy cube express, Beast Beat wailed obstinately as she shoved baby food down his throat, "CHOO, CHOO!"

Oh yeah, that's how.

"Friend, delicious drink! Wherefore art thou, thy yellow condiment?" Marcel, employee of the month, bustled about as his perky self stacked fifteen empty mustard jars near the door. Raven rolled her eyes, his annoying geeky fanboy etiquette made him worship the ground the stinky toddlers treaded.

Unfortunately, he also accidentally brought hell to Titan's Tower…

Observe:

"Okay, babies. Bath time."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" As if a hockey mask wearing psychopathic serial killer had just said "Boo," evacuation maneuvers to safety commenced as an iniquitous green menace of the Titans was screaming his head off.

"No, no, no, no, no! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Beast Boy, raucously proclaimed diaper demon of mayhem, was unleashed from his thumb-sucking manifestation, hurling wrathful grapes of odious bodily fumes. His equivalent of tear-gas and exploding grenades.

"We're all going to die." The dark girl's sigh was masked by grim sarcasm. "It's been an honor."

"Lord have mercy!" Sobbing, Marcel of the local store, curled in a fetal position, whimpering. "I'M TOO YOUNG TO LEAVE THIS WORLD!"

Ripping and covered in gooey sludge, Raven's favorite depressing poetry books were consumed by the rampaging master of horrors, before churned out in their new happier forms…Spitballs. "BEAST BOY!!!! MUST…DIE…PAINFULLY…NO…MERCY…KILL…" Ignoring the erupting steam engines in her ears, her pupils flecked scarlet, trickles of crimson lightning twisting around, caging the little mischievous elf.

"No fair! You cheated! Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater! Whoa—" Beast Boy howled as black strands of smoke smeared, dangling the little green terror by his ankle. Rippling black flames, Raven shaped a large paddle, quickly finding itself smacked on a dirty diaper. Pity for the paddle, I suppose. Pity for the game station, waffle iron, and elusive rubber plunger as they all met the same piteous fate.

"Imbecile." Disgusted, she eyed the curled up Marcel as the whirling storm of Edgar Allen Poe' spit wads died down. Wishing he would stop muttering 'the…horror…of…smelly…diapers…' she promptly called the local asylum, the receptionist saying something like, "Oh dear, there's a shortage of rooms, if you can imagine. So many wacko people these days. Marcel can share the room with ChocolateCurlz and her special chocoholic friends."

Watching the large sedating syringes of the asylum nurses, Raven hoped members of staff for the previously said local store had insurance and replacements, seeing as how Marcel wouldn't be returning to work anytime soon.

And just as they left, just as she was finally going to get some quiet…

"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

Growling, Raven levitated some aspirin, wondering who in the right mind would go screaming idle expressions as seen above, mentally cursing the authoress. 'Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos… Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos…Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos…Do not blow up flyingpiggies…Do not blow up flyingpiggies…' Feeling a tug on her puked-on, chewed-on cape, she found herself thrown backwards as tiny Tim attached himself around her waist, stubbornly refusing to let go, "HUG! HUG! HUG!"

Meanwhile, mini Cyborg was bawling his heart out, having aimlessly searched for the mysteriously missing game station. He sulked, not seeing the imprint of a very familiar object, a paddle substitute, on the green demon's diaper. Clutching the hand-controls protectively, her tottered up to Raven, tears brimming in his eyes. "Ravey…the…game…station…is…AWAL…WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

'Azarath…Metrion…Zin-BOOM!' Stuffing two fingers in each ear, the telepath grimaced. Starfire's funeral shrine for the deceased warmer-of-toast liquefied, hissing as the plates of tofu-waffles erupted in black flames of charred soy, causing the smoke-alarms to go off.

"Great. More noise," Her pupils shook scarlet, eerie lightning ratting the kitchen cabinets, glass shattering and exploding in shards. The sprinkling systems set in, showering her with water before they burst into fire. Exploding, stands of shadow circled her, dark claws of energy smashing the poor coat-rack through her window, slamming ripples of green light as the menacing kitchen table was blasted into outer space.

Wait…She hadn't done the green lights blast table away trick…

Breathing with difficulty, she felt strands of black coiling, twisting into a hand and winding around the miniature Starfire who was blasting their furniture into the lake. Scarlet flames licked the ceiling as the sofa and coffee table bobbed contently in the water before being swallowed by a giant squid. No doubt Aqualad's idea of being funny.

"You require help!" Thinking that Raven meant to chuck out all the furniture and feed the squid, Star twirled happily, floating. "I will also gorge the glutinous sea-monster!" And so piteous game station, waffle iron, and elusive rubber plunger sank to their watery graves, a most plentiful snack for our beloved squid friend. Full with the charred remains of a horrendous kitchen table, the sea monster's replenished stomach burped contently.

"HOORAY! WE ARE VICTORIOUS!"

"MUST K.O. GAME STATION KILLING FREAK!"

Robin and Beast Boy pounced on her, engaging in a sort of primitive tug-of-war where Raven's loss of limb clearly didn't matter.

"HUG, HUG, HUG!"

"SOY CUBE EXPRESS! CHOO, CHOO!"

Smearing a shade of eerie crimson, Raven's eyes glowed red, threatening to swallow the four cowering babies. "SILENCE! NO MORE PUKING! NO MORE HUG RAVEN! NO MORE WAH WHERE'S MY USELESS GAME STATION! NO MORE SHOOTING TABLES OUT OF THE WINDOW AND CALLING IT HELP! GO TO YOUR ROOMS! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Twisting scarlet, her pupils flecked shadows as the windows shattered, exploding as she sank to the floor. Rising into the air, the table lamp withered, bending and twisting into a melted blob, exploding in one thousand shards. Seething, Raven glared at the dark-haired tot as Robin held up reasonably squashed roses in peace.

She twitched, "They're pink."

Cursing her dumb conscience and Tim's lost puppy-ish, I love you, please don't hurt me look, she lifted the flower gingerly to her nose. "…I love pink." Somewhere between her jerky epileptic spasms, convulsive seizures, and a nose growing frenzy (in which the makers of Pinocchio would have wet their pants over), Raven sighed, giving two-feet-tall Robin a hug before rushing off to the commotion upstairs.

"Beast Boy appears to be choking. Oh, no…" Morosely snarling, her voice was cloaked in bitter sarcasm. Enough chaos had been done for her deepest desire to be picking up some random thing and stuffing it down her throat or maybe Cyborg's, who was wearing the I'm-guilty-and-deserve-to-be-stricken-down-by-lightning-so-help-me-god look. Surveying the damage, she watched amused, as Starfire attempted to give Gar the Heimlich Maneuver, her super strength nearly crushing his ribs.

Growing tired of Beast Boy turning even more green, Raven's eyes glowed white, telepathically lifting the piece of barbecued ribs from his esophagus, just in time for him to hurl all over her, screaming something like, "I'M A CANNIBAL!"

Following this trend, all three tiny tots caught Friday-night-throw-up-fever, pulling a fuming Raven's cape to cracked TV screen and beating their little fists when she refused to dance like Barney, their idol of a purple dancing dinosaur wonder.

And so, another chapter ends as this addled authoress runs away, in fear of being sent to another dimension like the accursed Gizmo, Jinx, and Mammoth by a very miserable Raven, whose is currently tied up and held hostage by a bunch of Teletubie fanatic toddlers.

Can't you feel their love?

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Can you believe it? I updated within four days! It's gotta be a record. Well, actually, I have to take a thirteen hour flight tomorrow and leave the comfort of my nice American home to go somewhere where there might not be internet access, which means of course no posting. So, that explains the uncharacteristic update rate. And my dear, tiara wearing ChocolateCurlz, please have an update the next time I check, it'll make me happy to see English again! Kudos to people who can guess where I'm going!