Stanton grumbled as he marched down the sidewalk, a McDonald's bag clenched in his hand. He was in a bad mood. A very bad mood. He glanced back, taking in the crowd that was now surrounding McDonalds. He heard one little girl scream, and a sinister smile crept across his face. Then as quickly as it had came, he wiped it away. He had to stop doing that… As he turned back around, he began to regret his actions, and then dismissed it. He had done too much in his lifetime to start regretting anything now. After all, if he had wanted a hug from Ronald, he would have asked. With another equally evil smile he turned back around to see everyone's favorite clown sprawled out in McDonald's parking lot.

"Heheheh", he chuckled to himself and barely avoided a street pole. Surprised and somewhat humiliated, he tried to play it off, but only came closer to falling on his face.

"I saw that", a voice came floating through his mind. Somewhat embarrassed but relieved to have her around, he replied, "Hi, Serena". He turned to face her, but her attention was being held by something else. She made a face as she took in the moaning Ronald laid out upon the pavement. She then turned to him disapprovingly.

"Beating up on Ronald again?"

"Who me?" he said, giving her the most innocent smile. He realized it was working as she lowered her head to the sidewalk to hide the smile now creeping across her lips.

"You can't just go around beating up innocent clowns"

"He hugged me!"

"Well, couldn't you have just been friendly?" she smirked. "For once?"

"Not that friendly". She shook her head, her ruby red locks falling over her face.

"What am I going to do with you?"

He smiled. "I have a few ideas". He lowered his head to kiss her, but she moved away.

"Later", she started to walk towards the McDonalds. "I'm late for a study session at Vanessa's". He watched her as she disappeared around the corner. Disappointed he turned back to the McDonald's to see Ronald being lifted into the Ambulance Van. Damn. He was sure that he had been about to get some. Stupid Clown. He would get his. He grinned evilly as Ronald caught his eye and started screaming. Reluctantly, he started back on his trip to the Atrox meeting. It was the last thing he wanted to do. Kelly was on her period and Tymmie was going through his second childhood. If he had to hear about the Lion King one more time…

"Like…O MI GOOOOOOD!"

Oh no.

"It's STANTON!". His eyes widened as a ditsy, blonde girl of about fourteen, and her equally ditsy friend began to race after him. He quickly transformed into a shadow against a nearby building and began to curse to himself. It was enough trouble in his life that he was a Prince of Darkness, but nooo. Someone had to publish his entire life story. And where did she get his picture from anyway? If he ever found this Lynne Ewing they were going to sit down and have a serious talk. When he was sure that the girls were gone, he stepped out of the shadow world and proceeded on to his destination.

When he had finally reached the raggedy, torn- down, three- story building, he rang the doorbell. He groaned as Tymmie came to the door, his eyes starry and bright.

" Why, Stanton! So glad you could make it!" He motioned to the doll in his hands. "Wanna play with Barbie?" Stanton rolled his eyes and trying his best not to blast Tymmie then and there, made his way into the living room, to meet an angry Kelly.

"What are you doing in my house, Bitch?!"

"It's Stanton, and this isn't you're house".

"Oh…"

"Wait, Stanton! It's not just ANY Barbie", said Tymmie, who was still at the front door disappointed that no one would play with him.

"Shut the fuck up!" Kelly roared for no apparent reason.

"It's MALIBU BARBIE!"

That was it. It was all Stanton's puny mind could take, and it was then, people that Stanton lost his mind.

Tymmie leaned over his better and gasped at the sight of him twitching on the floor. "Is he… dead?" he spoke fearfully, as he poked at Stanton with a Barbie leg. Kelly shrugged.

"I don't really care… but we have to get him the hell out of here before everyone else arrives"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and lots of screaming and shouting could be heard outside. Tymmie and Kelly turned to each other.

"Maybe we just shouldn't answer it", Kelly offered, hoping that they would go away.

The bell rang again, this time furiously. Whoever was out there was getting pretty impatient.

"I'd better get it", Kelly sighed reluctantly. "We'll just say he got drunk and fell out on the floor. We'll be fine".

Tymmie wasn't convinced as he sat on his play mat clutching his Malibu Barbie and Simba plush toy.

"Who is it", Kelly asked, her voice trembling.

"It's like Brit- tannyyyyyy and Marshaaaa!"

Kelly raised an eyebrow and looked at Tymmie. "Ever heard of them?"

Tymmie, however, was slapping Stanton with Barbie's Malibu Dollhouse in attempt to wake him, and was too busy to reply.

"Stop that, you idiot!"

"Like… what is going onnnn in there?"

"I'll be right there", Kelly sighed and swung open the door to reveal the same fan girls that Stanton had encountered earlier. "Wha… who the hell are you?"

The blonde rolled her eyes and twisted her hair around her finger. "Well, DUH! My name is like Marsha, and we are like, loyal fans of the Stanton Club!"

"The Stanton Club?"

"Totally!" They both sang in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"It is our dutyyyy", started the brunette. "To bring Stanton back to the fan cluuuuuub where he will make us his wives!"

Kelly, who was now suffering from a headache, shut the door.

"Those girls are seriously demented"

"Tell me about it", Tymmie said, as he gave up, realizing that his pathetic attempt to wake Stanton was probably just making it worse. "Hey, wait a minute! We wanna get rid of Stanton, don't we?"

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Well, duh, dumb ass"

Tymmie ignored the remark. "And those girls want to take him, right?"

Kelly nodded, but was obviously too stupid to comprehend anything.

"You do see where I'm going with this, right?"

Kelly gave him a look apparently stating that she didn't. He took her by the shoulders. "If we give him to the Britney Spears wannabees out there, we can just tell everyone that he hasn't arrived yet. It's perfect".

"Oh", she responded, still taking it all in.

"Get out there!" He shoved her towards the door. Giving him a 'you're dead' look, she opened the door to find the girls setting camp on the doorstep.

"Girls?" She motioned for Tymmie to drag Stanton's body to the door. "Quick! Before he wakes up".

"Like, yes?" Brittany responded, looking up from her issue of Totally Stanton Magazine.

"We've reconsidered", Kelly smiled, an evil glint glowing in her eyes.