Stanton sat miserably in the Los Angeles Prison. After hours of incessant begging and abandonment of self- respect, it had got him no where. So now he just sat upon a musty, dirt- ridden bunk bed and sang softly to himself.

"Fighting crime. Trying to save the world"

He heard shifting beneath him and stopped for a second. When he was sure that nothing was there, he continued on.

"Here they come just in time"

He paused and listened once again.

"The Power Puff Girls"

Not shortly after he had finished his song, a pillow came sailing at his head. Barely dodging it, he looked down to see who had thrown it. Two muscle bound men stood below him, several tattoos and piercings covering their ripped bodies. They didn't look happy.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" one of them asked. "Some of us are tryin to-". He paused when he got a closer look at Stanton.

"Well lookie what we got here, Peaches", the other one spoke, a sadistic smile crossing his face.

"P- peaches?" Stanton asked. He was afraid. Very afraid.

"That's right". Peaches grinned, pulling the other guy to his side. "And this is my good buddy, Cream".

Stanton swallowed hard. Peaches and Cream? He didn't like the direction this was going in.

"So", started Cream. "Are you gonna come down from there, or do I have to come up and get you?"

Stanton had heard enough. Leaping from the top bunk, he grabbed on to the iron bars, guarding the cell. "GET ME OUT OF HERE! GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" The policeman that was guarding his cell just reached for another donut and shrugged. "Told you not to drop the soap"

"What soap?" Stanton asked stupidly.

"Hey BOB come here! We got another one!"

Stanton sighed, relieved that he was about to be saved. He just wished that they would hurry. He gasped as Peaches and Cream continued to advance on him.

"Oh boy!" Officer Bob came in and took a seat beside the Prison Guard. Then handing him some popcorn, they both sat there watching anxiously.

Stanton's eyes widened as he realized what was going on. "OH COME ON! THIS IS JUST SICK AND WRONG!" He sunk deeper into the bars as he turned around to face his attackers. Peaches licked his lips, and Cream whipped out some baby oil. Stanton gulped. What was he going to do with that? The officers broke into wild fits of laughter and lucky for Stanton, they began to applaud. Shaking his head, Stanton began to drift back to himself. Opening his eyes, he frowned. He would have to find a cure for this. Anger flashed across his features when he found Peaches's hand on his ass, and with one look, he put them both into permanent comas. With that, he easily pried the bars open and stepped out to find the officers staring at him in amusement. Replacing their amusement with greed, he started to walk off. He could hear the officers going at it about who would get the last donut. He cussed to himself, his anger building every second. He had ass to kick and this time, it wasn't Ronald's.

Kelly groaned as Tymmie sung along with his new favorite movie.

"Oh, I just can't WAIT to be KIIIIIIING!"

Karyl jumped onto the dirty, blue couch. "Dude, I LOVE that song!"

Kelly rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Karyl, not you too!"

Karyl jumped up from the couch and started to – pathetically- dance. Tymmie decided to join, but was just as pathetic as Karyl. Kelly made no attempt to hide her frustration. She was an Initiate, not a babysitter. Her eyes went wide as Karyl started to strip butt- naked in the middle of the room. She grimaced in disgust and turned away. She had told him about those drugs…

"Damn, Karyl", she bellowed, tired of the chaos that was going on right before her eyes. "Will you put some damn clothes on?!" Karyl just continued to show his natural born ass when the doorbell rang. Startled, Karyl went diving into the TV set and was immediately electrocuted. Grave expressions crossed Tymmie and Kelly's faces. He had committed the ultimate sin, destruction of the television set. Angry beyond reason, they both grabbed the broken antennas and began to beat his bare- naked legs with them. Karyl began to scream and struggled to get loose but was trapped between the television screen. The bell rung again.

"Will you get that Tymmie?" Kelly asked as she grabbed a knife ready to castrate her roommate.

"Can't", he responded. "Too busy beating Karyl's ass!"

Suddenly, the floor beneath them shook, and they all turned around to see a fuming Stanton in the doorway. Tymmie and Kelly gasped and took a step backwards as their leader stormed into the room, stepping over the door he had just knocked down.

"Who", he panted ready to blast anyone in a 500 mile radius. "Was it?"

Kelly grinned nervously and put her hand on Stanton's shoulder. "Was what, your highness?" He smacked her hand away and seized her by the neck.

"Don't play games with me. Now I'll ask you again and this time I want a straight answer. Who is responsible for this?"

Kelly let out a nervous giggle and pointed to Tymmie who pointed to Karyl who didn't have anyone to point to and just sat there in the television set looking stupid. Stanton gave him an inquisitive look before walking over to confront him. He had to be more alert of what his pupils did when he wasn't around. "What happened?" he asked Karyl, freezing him with the devil's glare.

"I, ah, I, uh, um, Tymmie and um the Lion King, dancing, um, OWIIEEE", he moaned as Stanton punched him upside the head.

"If that's what I had wanted to hear, I would have asked Ronald"

"Stanton, man, I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't even make that meeting. I was out getting wasted. Kelly and Tymmie were the only ones home"

Stanton turned back around to see his other two roommates inching their way out the front doorway. "KELLY! TYMMIE! GET BACK HERE, NOW!" They both hurried back in and sat down on the couch, fear plastered over their faces.

"Who the hell turned me over to Cassandra?"

"Stanton, we haven't seen Cassandra since-"

"THE TOTALLY STANTON CLUB!" he reminded them, losing his patience. There was a long pause in which the now bored Karyl started to whistle the Andy Griffith Show theme. Finally, Tymmie spoke up.

"Kelly turned you over to them"

"He made me do it!"

"She said she didn't care if you were dead or not!"

"He beat you with Malibu Barbie's Dollhouse!"

"I GOTTA PISS!" Karyl shouted from the broken television set. Tymmie jumped up and pointed at him. "He broke the TV set!" Finding something they could agree on, Kelly jumped up as well. "YEAH!"

Stanton put his face in his hands and then looked back up at them. "How did you knock me out anyway?"

"Dude, we didn't" said Tymmie, finally telling the truth.

"Yeah", Kelly agreed. "You were standing there and all of a sudden, you just lost it".

"Don't lie to me", Stanton argued, but when he looked into their minds he saw that they were telling the truth. He really had lost his mind. He started towards the door, and then turned back around.

"Oh, I almost forgot", he stared at Kelly and Tymmie, the relief falling from their faces, and with a thought, they were both staring blankly into space. Karyl panicked immediately.

"What did you do to them?!"

"I only fazed them temporarily. I'll deal with their insubordination when I get back". He decided to leave Karyl alone. He was trapped enough as it was. Then with his work done there, he continued out the open space that used to be the front door.

"STANTON, WAIT! WHAT ABOUT ME?! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE, MAN!"

"Watch me", Stanton responded as Karyl's cries grew distant. He had to get back to his own problems. There was only one person who could help him, and he knew exactly where to find her.