A/N: This chapter's gonna be shorter than the last one, but I guarantee you that the next (and final) one will make up for it in size. I hope to get it up before the month is up, 'cause in February my folks and I are going on a one-month vacation to Florida, and I don't want you guys hunting me down and maiming me for not updating for so long. Also, you might have noticed that I changed the rating. It's not for any particular reason, just that there might be a little violence (Yay violence!) in the chapter after this one. Otherwise, it's clean.

Well, guess it's time to answer reviews (This is a first for me!):

Yumidragon5: Thanks for the compliments; I always did think of myself as a bit of a comedian. As for your query, I can't answer it without giving anything away, but if you keep reading, you'll get your answer soon enough.

Ebony Sorceress: See above for response to compliment. As you can plainly see, I am continuing, so no need to sic your demon otter army on me. Please?

K9 the First: Why, thank you. I don't think you're bad either (though I've never seen your work). I can't promise too much "mischief" in this particular fic, but the upcoming one-shot "sequels" will probably have more.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans… And a lot of this chapter's content is based on a Calvin and Hobbes Sunday comic. Don't sue me; I only just got out of jail from the last time…

882 Pacific Rd., Jump City suburbs, NY

4:32 p.m. Friday, September 7, 2025

Kerri plopped herself on the couch, releasing a small sigh of boredom. The weekend had only just begun, and she had done all of the things she normally did: Hang out with her friends, loath Kathie Eracni, check to see if her favorite fanfiction had been updated, loath Kathie Eracni and play some soccer in the backyard. She began to search for the remote for the television, but, as always, it was missing.

Just then, Robin walked down the stairs. "Heya Kerri." He said. "Hi Rob." Said his sister, checking the sofa's cushions for the elusive remote. "Where are Mom and Dad?" he asked. "At work, I think. One of those 'emergencies' again." Robin nodded in acknowledgement. Every so often in the Grayson household, roughly every two or three months, Robin and Kerri's mom and dad would get a phone call or text message, and they would then hurry off, saying something about "trouble at work". What puzzled the siblings most about this was that Mr. and Mrs. Grayson didn't go to work at the same place, so it was quite improbable that they would both have to rush off at the same time. Eventually, they came to except this as one of those weird things parents do.

"While you're here," Kerri said, turning to Robin, "You may as well help me find the remote." The brother and sister searched. And searched. And searched. Finally, a shout of "Found it!" rang through the room. But, as the Grayson siblings stood up, they turned and saw that they both had a remote in their hand. Confused, Robin looked down at his remote, and found that, instead of the normal, confusing mass of multi-colored buttons, this remote had only one large red one. "Where did you find that?" asked Kerri, confused, as she sat down next to her brother. "In the bottom drawer." Answered Robin, gesturing toward a small cabinet next to the sofa. "I wonder what it does?" Kerri pondered. "Only one way to find out!" replied Robin. And, before his sister could stop him (though he probably wouldn't have listened to her anyway), he pushed the big, red button.

You know what the thing is with big, red buttons? When you push one, ether something really bad happens, like the space station blowing up, or something really good happens, like the bomb being defused. In some cases, the outcome is not really bad or good, just really eventful. In any case, what I'm trying to say here is that, when a big, red button is pushed, something worth reading is going to happen. Just thought you should know.

Immediately after Robin pushed the button, something eventful happened. (See? I told you!) The cushions that he and Kerri had been sitting on flipped upside-down, flinging Kerri and Robin under the sofa. Now, normally, when you are under a sofa, you automatically hit the floor. The Grayson siblings, however, found themselves falling down a long, vertical tunnel. When they finally reached the bottom, which was lined with various pillows and other soft objects, they looked up and, to their amazement, saw that they where in a strange, cavernous room.

"Where are we?" asked Kerri, staring around the room "I don't know…" said Robin, getting to his feet, "But wherever we are, I think I like it here." "Why do you say that?" questioned Kerri, perplexed. "Look at the walls!" exclaimed Robin, sweeping his arms, "This place is loaded with Teen Titans memorabilia! And, sure enough, around the walls of the room where various newspaper headlines, photos, and even the odd poster of the city's past protectors. Kerri shrugged. "Maybe our parents are fans and didn't want us to see all their collector's stuff." "I highly doubt that they would go through all this trouble of hiding it, just to avoid being mocked." Robin said in an exasperated tone. "And besides…" he added, "I doubt even the biggest Titan fans could get their hands on what I just found!" And, with a flourish, Robin pushed a button, revealing a case containing a pair of modeling dummies dressed in the same uniforms worn by the superheroes Robin and Starfire.

As Kerri stood gawking at the spandex uniforms, she and her brother where suddenly startled to hear people talking of around a corner. The siblings crept around and peeked into the nearby passage. Two adult figures were talking as they stood next to a slick, black car. Both of them had on strange costumes, and one of them had a mask, but the Grayson siblings recognized them almost immediately. "Mom?!" they exclaimed in confused unison, "Dad?!"

A/N: Wow, my first cliffhanger! Anyway, I personally thought that the part with the big, red button was kind of influenced by Lemony Snicket's writing style. Now it's time for you to push a different kind of button, if you know what I'm talking about. (Wink, wink.) Now here's the part where I convince you not to flame… (Picks up microphone.) In song!

Don't flame away.

I don't know what I

Have to say,

But I'll say it anyway.

I don't like flames.

So don't flaaame ooon meee… (Flame on me.)

Dooon't flaaame ooon… (Flame on me.)

Iii'll beee gooone…

Whoo hoo woo…Whoooo…

Heh heh… Sorry about that… sometimes I just get carried away.