Stanton stepped into the building and squinted as the red and white lights scanned the dance floor of Planet Bang. Looking up at the stage, he could see Vanessa performing, her blonde hair wild and crazy over her eyes.

"I'm a… slaaaaaaaaaaave! For you! I can't deny it! I'm not tryna hide it!" She stopped when a few tomatoes came sailing into her forehead and suddenly fell unconscious to the stage floor. Stanton watched as Michael used his brand new Reeboks to inch her off the foot of the stage and as she pummeled towards the ground, the crowd grabbed her and carried her to the back dumpster. Smirking in amusement, Stanton looked down to see Kelly slipping her arms around him.

"Dance with me?" She asked, teasingly. He started to accept her offer, when he spotted Serena and Ronald doing the Hokey Pokey through the crowd. He turned back to her.

"Maybe later", an evil grin spread over his features. Pushing around a disappointed Kelly, he made his way to the back of the club.

"Hi, Serena".

Serena gasped and spun around to face him. "Stanton". She squeaked. "What a pleasant surprise".

"Isn't it though?" He slipped his arms around her. "How have you been?"

She laughed nervously and pointed to Ronald. Stanton cocked an eyebrow at him. What did she see in this loser?

"You do the Hokey Pokey and you shake it all around! That what it's all abo-" He spotted Stanton and his eyes widened in fear.

"Stanton", Serena started. "You have to understand-"

"And I do understand". He smiled in mock innocence. "I understand that I have some unfinished business with Ronald".

"EEEEEP!" Ronald squealed and attempted to hide behind Serena. Unfortunately for him, Stanton reached around her and started to beat his brains out. Stanton cackled maniacally at the shrill cries of Ronald when:

"Now, Stanton". He reluctantly turned around to see Vanessa standing there, tomato juice and various other items staining her face and hair.

"What the hell is it? Can't you see I'm fucking busy here?" He sighed. Next time he beat Ronald's brains out, he would make sure that it was in a secluded area. Maybe Karyl's old bedroom. Since he didn't use it anymore…

"Well", gasped Vanessa. "Never in my life have I heard such potty language!" She took out a bar of Dove soap and then shook her head. "No, this just won't do!"

""Vanessa-" Serena started to complain.

"Now Serena!" She interrupted her and pulled out a double bar of Lever 2000 and some Febreze. "Vanessa knows best!" And with that, she forced the bar into Stanton's mouth and commenced to spray him with Febreze. Stunned and drunk from chemicals, he fell to the ground, his eyes rolled up in the back of his head.

Serena sighed. "Thanks, Vanessa"

Vanessa smiled sweetly. "No problem! Have a cookie!"

"STANTON?!!" A voice came from the throng of dancing teenagers. They both looked around to see Cassandra standing there in her now beat up (and still ugly) wedding dress. "IS THAT YOU?!"

She turned to glare at Serena. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!"

"Ah", Serena grabbed Ronald and started to back away. "Later!"

Cassandra sighed and cradled Stanton's head in her arms. She would protect him forever. "Mmmmmm", she murmured as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Smells like Febreze…"

Stanton woke up to the blinding, white light of the sun and the smell of fried chicken. He groaned and put a hand to his head. "Where am I?" He asked himself before sniffing the air. "Smells like… Febreze".

"STANTON!" He looked across the table that he was sitting at to see Cassandra staring at him. "YOU'RE AWAKE!"

He started to complain, but decided that he was too weak. Sighing, he lay motionless against the booth that he was sitting in. "KFC?"

"Yep!"

"Why not Burger King?"

"Not allowed"

"I figured that". He picked up a piece of cold chicken and bit into it. "So what do you want from me now?"

"I think you know", she smirked and reached for his hand, but as usual he pulled away.

"Come ooooooon! Get off it, Cassandra! Why don't you stalk Karyl? He's got a really nice TV set-"

"I WANT YOU!"

"Too bad", he muttered before stuffing his face with fries. "Where's your little fanclub?"

"Oh, didn't you hear?" Cassandra started. "Collin's the new you. They're all with Jimena".

"Poor guy". He smiled sarcastically. "Well, I gotta go!" He started towards the door.

"Ah… I don't think you wanna go out there".

"Watch me- EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He shrieked, taking in the mob of La Brea High students and fan girls outside. They all scowled at him angrily.

"DOWN WITH STANTON! DOWN WITH STANTON!"

"WE LIKE IKE!" Shouted a clueless Catty, waving a sign with what seemed to be Pikachu on it.

Collin and Jimena emerged from the crowd, grave expressions hovering over their faces.

"I pledge allegiance to the flag", started Collin. Jimena tapped him on the shoulder.

"Wrong speech, hon".

"Oh", he mumbled, sheepishly. "Anyway, Stanton, there comes a time when… what's this word?"

"Cruelty", Jimena answered.

"Cru-eu- ty MUST be STOPPED!"

"YEAH!" The crowd roared.

"When good must tr- tr-"

"Triumph"

"Tr- What- she – said over evil!"

"YEAH!"

"When… ugh", Colllin grabbed for his stomach. He immediately dived for a port potty, muttering something about burritos. In a few hours he was back. Stanton fanned at the smell with his hand. He wished that he had that Febreze right about now.

"Stanton", He stepped toward him.

"MmmHmm?" Stanton asked, holding his shirt over his nose.

"I challenge you… to a duel!"

Stanton slipped his Yugioh cards back into his pockets when he saw Jimena hand Collin two swords.

"I will fight you", started Collin in a cheesy and horribly butchered French accent. "To zee death!"

"Right", Stanton sighed before taking the sword from Jimena.

"En Garde!" Collin screamed and lashed the sword out…… right through Jimena's hair.

"AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE", Jimena screamed before exploding into a fit of Spanish, and Collin who could barely handle English had no clue what she was talking about.

"Don't worry! I'll still love you! Even if you do look like Mr. Clean!"

Stanton watched as Jimena beat Collin into the concrete and decided to use it as a distraction to escape. He couldn't help but to smirk, though. He always hated that bitch…

"YO, HOTSTUFF!"

He turned around to see two men staring at him hungrily. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I thought I put you two in permanent comas".

Cream smiled maliciously. "Well, I feel recovered now. Don't you peaches?"

"Good as new", Peaches clasped his hand's together and Stanton started to lose himself.

"NO!" He roared before blinking. "Where am I?" He turned to see Peaches and Cream before shrieking. Jetting down the block, he dove into a telephone booth. Putting a quarter in, he immediately dialed 911.

"Los Angeles Police Department. How can I help you?"

"They're chasing me!"

"Who is?"

"I don't know!"

"Can you describe them?"

"No!"

"One of them?"

"No!"

"Try"

"He um… he looks like a man?!"

"Who are you?"

"I dunno!"

"Where are you?"

"I dunno!"

"How can you expect me to help you if you don't tell me where you are?"

"I dunno!"

"Little boys shouldn't play on payphones!"

"WAIT! PLEASE!"

"Fuckin asshole"

Click

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Stanton roared as Peaches and Cream busted into the phone booth and grabbed him by the neck. "I dun wanna diiiiiie!" He screamed and fainted into nothingness.

"Heheheheheheheh", Peaches cackled as he dragged Stanton's ass along the cracked sidewalk. He sniffed the morning air and turned to Cream. "Do you smell that?"

Cream sniffed. "Yeah…. Smells like…. Febreze…"