A/n: So this fanfic is no longer Operation: Bushwhack. Now that it's revised, that title just doesn't make sense...at least not to me. Schadenfreude, I feel is much more appropriate because well... that's what the story's about. For those of you who don't care to look it up, Schadenfreude is a German word meaning 'happiness at the misfortune of others'. Other than that, I'd like to remind you all that I'm a glutton for reviews, so leave one before you hit the 'back' button.

"Rock, you missed the top half of the wall." Blues smirked as he watched his incredibly short brother struggle to paint a bedroom blue. Rock groaned softly, clearly frusterated, and let the paintbrush fall to the floor.

"Well, maybe I wouldn't be if you actually bothered to help me."

Blues thought for a moment. "Well yes…but if I did that, I couldn't watch you perform a balancing act on the very top of a ladder. I only wish you could see how entertaining you are." Rock jumped to the floor and grabbed his brush. Blues had been tormenting him all day; he was tired and still trying to forget that Dr. Light yelled at him earlier this week. Really, he felt as though he had been through enough.

"No!" Our hero snapped without warning as he flung the paintbrush at Blues, leaving a wide blue streak down the center of his gray armor. "You do this for a while. Dr. Light said you have to help too." There, that certainly was cathartic. Blues frowned at the blotch on this armor and ran the discarded brush over Rock's face. He smiled as the tension between them dissipated. "This can only mean one thing…"

"Paintbrush fight!" they shouted simultaneously. Rock snatched a brush on the floor while Blues found a paint roller and ran it over his brother's back. Our hero dunked his weapon of choice into an open can and painted over Blue's visor, effectively blinding him. While he struggled to wipe off the paint before it dried, Rock took the opportunity to dump the entire bucket on his brother's head.

"HA!" he celebrated prematurely, "I finally managed to beat you in something."

"Did you now?" Blues said in an overly friendly voice, wiping as much paint from his shades as possible. There were still a number of irregular lines streaking them, but he was able to see, sort of. Rock backpedaled when he saw the sadistic grin on his brother's face and fell through the hole Geminiman had created earlier. Blues grinned and hastily covered the potential deathtrap with a decorative rug. He rushed downstairs to find the Gemini twins very concerned and Rock lying dazed on a couch.

"Hey guys…" Roll tentatively cracked open the front door, "are you done yet?" Geminiman gave her confident thumbs up.

"We finished downstairs and considering Blues just got here, I'm guessing he and Rock are done upstairs too."

"Wow Blues, what happened to you? Did Rock explode or something?" Roll asked, her voice full of amusement.

"We uh…just finished painting. It's a messy job."

"Great!" Roll chirped, "I'll get the Ambords and Dr. Light, then you can give us a tour."

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Rock, Blues, and the Gemini twins waited anxiously in the kitchen for the humans to arrive. As soon as the doorknob turned, Geminiman grabbed the handle and opened the door fully. "Welcome home neighbors!" he beamed to the gaping Ambords.

"Why is there a toilet on the counter?" Mr. Ambord stared straight past the robots. The Gemini twins frowned. Had they really screwed up with that? Geminiman cleared his throat, "A couple of reasons. We knew it used water, so we put it in the kitchen considering it's the only room that has running water and it's by the sink to save time and money on piping."

Dr. Light placed a hand on each of the twin's shoulders. What they said made sense. They were robots, and he thought it a bit unfair to expect them to know what to do with a toilet. "Just so you two know, the toilet goes in the bathroom."

"The what room?" the twins shrugged at the good doctor, obviously clueless as to what the he was talking about. Mrs. Ambord shook her head in disbelief.

"Well surely Rock and Blues put a bathroom upstairs." Dr. Light said hastily. His face fell when he saw how fidgety his sons became. "You…forgot to put bathrooms in, didn't you?"

"You'll live without them, I'm sure. Come see your family room!" Geminiman ushered the stunned Ambords into the next room. "Now we couldn't agree on a color so…"

Roll let out a happy squeal when she saw the lime-green and orange room, complete with a black line drawn down its center. "This room looks great! Hey Dr. Light, can I paint my room like this?"

"I don't think so."

"I'm confused." Mr. Ambord said to the twins, "You two are supposed to be two robots that look, act, and think exactly alike, correct?"

"Wrong!" Geminiman sang, "We are two separate."

"Very separate." The second chimed in.

"And unique."

"Very unique."

"Individuals."

"Yeah."

"Who can't coordinate." Mr. Ambord spat. To their credit, the Gemini twins didn't do a terrible job on the room if one could look past the hideous color combination, which Mr. Ambord was still forcing himself to do.

"Try not to worry too much. I'm sure Rock and Blues did a fine job on the second floor." Dr. Light's voice sounded tense. The brothers exchanged uneasy glances as the group migrated up the stairs.

"Wait!" Rock cried when he saw Mary Sue prepare to walk into the room he and Blues had the paintbrush fight in, "you don't want to go in there."

"And why not?" she huffed in a voice so melodic that it would make angels fume with envy.

"Because-"

"Go on in," Blues interrupted, ignoring the glare Rock gave him, "it'll make the downstairs look good."

"What in hell happened in here?!" Mr. Ambord shrieked after he stepped in the room.

"What do you mean what the hell happened?" Blues planted a firm hand on his neighbor's shoulder. "This room's a fine example of modern robotic art. If you preserve it, it might be worth something to someone someday. So really, we did you a favor."

"Hmmm," Mr. Ambord sauntered into the room, coming to a stop on a decorative rug.

"Wait Mr. Ambord, don't-" Rock stopped in mid-sentence as his neighbor fell through the gaping hole. "Are you okay, Mr. Ambord?" he asked meekly, peering down at the irate man sprawled on a couch that had luckily broken his fall.

"Physically I'm fine. You know, I think I've seen enough of this house. It looks…" he tried to think of something to say that wouldn't provoke the robots, "like it was built by robots." He finished lamely.

"Sorry about blowing it up to begin with." Rock smiled, proud he had helped resolve the conflict with the rather prickly family.

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Mr. Ambord glared vehemently at Dr. Light when he brought the overly cheerful robots back downstairs.

"What?" the doctor asked a bit more harshly than he intended, "I only promised the house wouldn't collapse. I never said anything about decent interior decorating."

"I'm glad that went so well." Roll prattled on the way back home, "I think we should have the Ambords over for dinner tomorrow night to celebrate our new friendship!" Dr. Light nodded absently as a thought struck him hard- his robots were idiots.