Am so utterly sorry for the long weeks of not updating! Truly, I beg for forgiveness! Please understand that my brain has lost its motivation to write, even though I am waiting to finish this story to start another 2...or 3...anyway, I wont bore you people who I now know are reading this story with my useless intro. On with the chaos!

I still don't own Teen Titans. However, I do own a wood buddy. How I love my wood buddy...

The Titans continued to follow the hyperactive kids down the hallway, now spray-painted with large signs of...burning cities, and...Titan's Tower collapsing...anyway, as the minutes dragged on, our heroes became more and more frightened by their captors.

Beast Boy: Um...can we know who your leader is?

Kid#404: "Yes." For about a minute, everybody stayed silent.

Beast Boy: Well?

Kid#505: Well what?

Starfire: Were you not about to explain the identity of your ruler?

Kid#606: You didn't ask if we would tell you, you just asked if we could tell you.

Robin: So...are you gonna tell us?

Kid#888: Hell no man. That's gonna spoil the surprise.

Raven: What surprise?

Kid#001: If we told you, it wouldn't be a surprise.

Beast Boy: CUT THE CRAP AND TELL US!!!

Kid#dude: Ok, we're in our new headquarters room, so if you could all please stand up against that wall, that'd be awesome.

Titans: "Ok." So the Titans lined up against the wall willingly. Well, all of them except for Beast Boy, who was approaching a kid shooting a laser gun in circles on the ceiling.

Beast Boy: HEY KID, DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIX THAT CEILING!?!?

Kid#firing at the ceiling: "Hold on, lemme finish it off." The child shot one more blast before lowering his weapon. "You might wanna step out of the way." The child took a gigantic step halfway across the room as Beast Boy stood there, dumbfounded.

Beast Boy: "What?" Beast Boy suddenly heard cracking above him. "Oh crap..." And as you may have guessed, the ceiling collapsed in a neat circle shape...directly on our green hero.

Titans: Ow...

Cyborg: How'd they fit a battering ram in the hallway? (He's still clueless to what's going on.)

Robin: WILL YOU STOP ASKING THAT!?!?!

Kid#473: "Excuse me, but our leader wishes to speak with you." The Titans looked everywhere, but it seemed as if everyone was wearing the same clothes.

Voice: "Down here morons." The Titans looked down at their feet to see a little baby wearing a crown and a black cape, armor, and diaper.

Titans(Now including Cyborg): WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Leader: Yes, I lead the glorious army of children. Now, bow down to me!

Starfire: If your size is so miniscule, we cannot physically...

Leader: I know, I know. I get that a lot. That's why...um...wait, we've never did anything to solve that problem, have we?

Kid#999: Not yet sir.

Raven: You could use a podium...

Leader: INGENIOUS!!! Servants, fetch me this so-called...podium, IMMEDIATELY!!!

Kid#servents: "YES SIR!!!" Some dozen kids quickly ran to a large hole in the wall blown on the front of the tower and jumped down.

Robin: ARE THEY CRAZY!?!?!?!?

Leader: You think that we haven't placed bubble wrap around your tower by now?

Starfire: Why have you placed the wrap of bubbles?

Leader: "Why the hell not? We just LOVE BUBBLE WRAP!!!" The baby snapped his fingers and instant, a flood of bubble wrap came and his feet, which he eagerly began popping.

Raven: So...why is this highly destructive army run by a...baby?

Leader: You know, all the kids had no idea who should lead them, so first the suggested some dude in Hawaii. But we didn't want to waste our time flying, so we settled on me.

Robin: And how can you talk and organize and entire organization!?!

Cyborg: AND HOW CAN YOU FIT A BATTERING RAM IN OUR HALLWAY!?!

Leader: I have the ability to lead our army and talk because I am run by a 56k modem.

Robin: Um...what?

Leader: Oh, did I say that? No, that's my computer. I'll have to get broadband soon. Anyway, the reason I'm so talented is that I was struck by a bolt of lightning, fell into a tank of toxic ooze, was radiated for a period of 79 hours, hit head on by a whale, forced into a lava lamp, and conveniently photocopied on a color printer.

Titans: And you're alive...HOW!?!

Leader: I drank a lot of milk.

Titans: Oh, that makes sense.

Leader: So, now for me to think on how to destroy you and take over the world.

Beast Boy: Why do you wanna take over the world?

Leader: How, but, when, what...HOW DID YOU GET OUT FROM THAT!?!

Beast Boy: Uh...well...hmm...I...uh...don't...know...

Kid#6589475984757349857934875834698032457879034756890347895757575734890759083475980347640384120947035234097: Right...

Beast Boy: So, you were saying?

Leader: Ah yes, how to destroy you.

Beast Boy: No, we wanna know why you wanna take over the world.

Leader: Oh, well, you see, we children have noticed that we are constantly forced to do things we don't want to do, such as homework, chores, and more homework, while we only get 2 days of freedom.

Titans: Continue...

Leader: So, if we take over the world, none of that will happen!

Robin: But what if we negotiate?

Leader: Well, what did you have in mind...

I'm gonna stop there. The next chapter will probably be pretty short. Yet again, I'm SO SORRY I haven't updated! I hope you forgive me! Please review, if you wanna scream at me, that's fine.