Note: Do you guys still believe me when I say that these things really happened? Cuz they did. Okay, I exaggerated a bit. A bit. And, in case you were wondering, I am guilty of owning shelves of Beanie Babies:) Which I don't own.

Anyway, I despise writing long chappies. I get real impatient and tired and I start writing the word "shoe" instead of "shoot." Besides, the shorter the chappies are, the quicker I can post them.

Some notes:

Mew-xena: I don't know what would happen to this chappie if it wasn't for your suggestion. Appreciate it!

Jetkitty2001: Curse your sister for winning that Chii dress! But I'm getting a better one! Ha! . . . . Anyway, I really hope you find your costume. Don't give up, Hikari!

Um. . . . other Note: Does my summary sound too much like a commercial? DO YOU SEE HOW THEY INFLUENCE ME?! AHHH!

2:15 a.m.

Raven's Room was bathed in the warm glow of the fire in its center, as well as the many lit candles. Raven's biggest statue was against the far wall. It was an 8 ft. tall statue of a dragon. Two lone Beanie Babies sat on its shoulders. Its claws were painted with pink nail polish. Its lips were crudely colored in blood-red lipstick. Its tail was tied with a pink ribbon in a bow. Its waist was wrapped in a tutu.

It was wearing a bra.

Starfire and Raven were both on the ground, kneeling before the offensive statue. Raven was in her usual garb, except she painted black stripes on her hands, legs, and face. Starfire, however, was dressed just like Raven, stripes and all. Their hoods covered most of their faces. They looked like cult women.

"O Great Laresha, Goddess of the Amazons, we are at your service!" they chanted. "Please give us orders, so that we may blindly follow them!"

"My children," the statue seemed to say. "My beautiful, precious children . . . I want you to kill the men."

"Yes, Goddess!"

"Sacrifice them to The Cause!"

"The Cause! The Cause!"

"Go, now!"

Raven hesitated. "But shouldn't we plan first-"

"I SAID GO!"

"Yes, Goddess!" They both ran out, grabbing spears made of old broomsticks and Starfire's nail files as they went.

"Finally!" thought Laresha, Dragon Goddess of the Amazons. "A moment alone to think about- wait . . . hold on a minute . . . to think about. . . .Oh, that's right. I'm a figment of those crazy girls' imagination. I don't exist."

And with that, Laresha, Dragon Goddess of the Amazons, vanished.

2:21 a.m.

Robin looked around a corner.

"The coast is clear," he said.

He moved forward. He was closely followed by Cyborg, who was leading what looked like a green Unicorn. Well, okay, it wasn't a Unicorn. It was a green horse with a green paper cone attached to its forehead with tape. It was also decorated with pink ribbons tied in bows.

Robin led them to the big T.V. room. However, it was no longer called the T.V. room. Robin repressed the painful memory of losing T.V. Now he just called it The Big Room. Robin walked up to the T.V. and touched it. He immediately felt a sense of love . . . and loss.

"Hey, Macaroni!" said Cyborg.

"What?"

"I think I hear someone coming!"

"Quick! Hide in front of The Big Purple Squishy Thing!"

They hid in front of the couch, Unicorn included, just as Starfire and Raven walked in.

". . . so that is how Tamaran got its flag," Starfire was saying.

"I see," said Raven. "What does the banana symbolize again?"

Robin suddenly jumped out from his hiding spot.

"Hi there!" he said. "Would you like to purchase a Unicorn?"

"YES!" squealed Starfire before thinking properly. (Does she ever?)

Cyborg brought out the "Unicorn."

"Order your Unicorn today!" continued Robin. "Just $19.95! A brand-new Unicorn for only $19.95! But wait! There's more! Order within the next 10 minutes and you get 3 replacement horns absolutely free! That's a $60 value for only $19.95! That's right, folks! Just $19.95! You get this elegant Unicorn and 3 replacement horns for the measly price of just $19.95! Call now!"

"Oh, I shall!" cried Starfire, forgetting that the phones wouldn't work, or, well, the fact that she forgot what a phone was.

"Starfire, you ignorant alien ditz," said Raven. Starfire looked at her. "Unicorns aren't green."

Starfire felt like an idiot.

"Of course!" she said. "You are correct, Amazonian Sister Raven. They are white!"

"They must have used the animal-morphing abilities of the Betty Boop Tribe to trick us!" said Raven.

Suddenly, a small, green flea jumped off the green horse and turned into a skinny green boy.

"I am not the Betty Boop Tribe!" he roared. "I'm the Beanie- I mean, the Beast Boy Tribe!"

2:24 a.m.

"Is that a horse?" asked Raven, pointing at the green horse behind Beast Boy.

"Why, yes it is," said Robin.

"Why is it green?" asked Starfire.

"We dyed it green," said Cyborg, "but it was originally white."

"Why didn't you just use Beast Boy?" asked Raven.

"And if it was originally white, why did you dye it green?" asked Starfire.

"And where did you get it from?" asked Raven.

The 3 boys just stood there for a few seconds, pondering these questions.

Then Robin said, "Don't you see? They're using mind tricks to confuse us! Just like the commercials used to! WE MUST ATTACK!!"

He turned his back to all of them for a second. When he faced them again, he had replaced his mask with Jason's. He was wielding a chainsaw, which was roaring louder than Hurricane Buttercup. "!!!!!!!!!!" he cackled.

"I thought we had no electricity!" yelled Raven over the noise from the chainsaw.

The chainsaw suddenly died.

"CURSE YOU AND YOUR MIND TRICKS!" he yelled, quickly turning around to switch the Jason mask with his original one and then turning back to face them again. "Screwy! Betty! Capture them and GAG THEM!"

"I told you, it's not Betty it's-" Beast Boy stopped short when, to his horror, he saw that the Female Tribe was wielding weapons- primitive spears made of used nail files and old broomsticks.

"AMAZONIANS, ATTACK!" screamed Raven.

"AIEEEEEEEEEELALALALALALA!!!" cried Starfire and Raven.

Without the chainsaw, the Male Tribe had nothing. (Well, they did have special abilities, but they forgot about those, anyway.)

They were inevitably forced to surrender to the Female Tribe.

Note: I'm a psycho. A PSYCHO! !!!!!!!!!! (Must avoid chocolate when typing fics.)

I bet you didn't see any of that coming, did ya? Oh, and btw, I don't own Jason, PPG, the Care Bears, or Betty Boop. (I really need to stop getting paranoid of being sued.)