Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. Duh.

A/N: Ok, this takes place about a month after Starfire joined the Titans, so she's still new to earth. Got it? Good.

"BREAKFAST!!" Beast Boy's shout resonated through the T shaped tower that was the home of the Teen Titans.

Four very sleepy titans came out of their bedrooms.

"It better not be tofu again," Cyborg growled.

Beast Boy set a plate in front of him. "Oops..."

"Excuse me?" A soft voice interrupted. It was Starfire, the alien who had just been recruited about a month ago. "But...I have a small problem."

"What is it?" Robin asked, concerned.

"Well, I have many dirty clothes, but there is no river in this tower in which to do the washing."

Robin smiled. "There's a laundry room just down that hall," he said pointing. "Everything you need is in there."

Starfire got up from the table. "Thank you Robin." She looked to Beast Boy. "I hope the damp spot on the sleeping module did not make you too uncomfortable last night Beast Boy. I noticed it was trying to invade your pants."

(A/N: Ok. All of you get your heads out of the gutter. He WET the bed. Not what you're thinking...)

Beast Boy blushed and made an excuse to leave.

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Inside the laundry room, Starfire set her armful of purple onto the ironing board and examined the strange looking machine. She lifted the lid and peered inside. "I suppose this is where my clothing goes?" she mused. She lifted her pile and dropped it all in.

"Now for scouring powder...ah, here it is," she said, locating the box of soap. "I wonder how much will do? Better use the whole thing." She dropped the entire contents of the box into the opening, then threw in the box, just for good measure.

"Now how do I turn this thing on?" She located the knob and pulled it. Nothing happened. She examined it more rinse...spin cycle...better push all of them." She pushed in all the buttons then pulled the knob. The machine leapt to life and made a large noise.

Starfire screamed and flew quickly out of the room, only to bump into Robin.

"Hey Star, what's wrong?" He inquired, noticing she was upset.

"Th-the machine of washing is angry with me. I suppose it does not like the taste of purple very much."

Confused, Robin went to check the washing machine, Starfire close behind him. "Starfire...did you push all of the buttons?"

"Yes."

"Oh no."

The machine started to jerk and make terrible noises, as well as a great amount of suds began to leak out.

Quickly Robin unplugged the machine before total disaster could strike. He then showed Starfire how to do a proper load of wash, and left her to stare at the pretty colors going round and round.

THE END