Tales from the Titan's Tower…

Hiii there! Raethegreat is back with a great story! And, no kkori, you CANNOT write the disclaimer. That's MY job.

Kkori: NOOOOOOOOOOO! I MUST WRITE THE DISCLAIMER!

Ahem. Coughcrazysistercough.

I will give Ms kkori credit BUT I won't let her mutate the document AND the keyboard.

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Well! On with the story! Ooops. Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. I don't own anything except this little pack of candy here. Mmm. And I owe kkori credit for helping to think up this total trash. Wait! This is not a disclaimer! Never mind. On with the show! Umm, story.

Caution: Contains absolute craziness. Flames I will use to roast my marshmallows. Mmmm… gooey. S'mores anyone?

Slade and the Twinkie Bars

In Slade's far-away lair that no one knows about, Slade was grumbling about the unfairness of it all.

'I want to be smarter than Robin! I want to be smarter than Robin! And I'm not!' muttered Slade as he paced around the kitchen. (A/N: Yes, Slade does have a kitchen.) Then, out of curiosity, he opened the refrigerator and Looked around. Soon, he plucked out a Twinkie bar. (A/N: Don't own that! One less thing… Waah!)

'One Twinkie bar shouldn't be too much sugar.,' thought Slade, 'and anyway the energy will help me get smarter than Robin.'

200 Twinkie bars later

'OOOH! A PANCAKE! PRETTY PANCAKEY!' screamed Slade as he jumped through the window of the Titan's Tower. May I add that the window was closed and the Titans were not at home.

Then, spotting the cluster of paper dolls that Starfire was playing with, he stared and jumped onto the (immobile) ceiling fan. (A/N: Do they have one? Nobody knows. Ah well.)

'They're just a bunch of banshees.' mumbled Slade. He contemplated the idea for awhile, then decided.

'Let's go meet the banshees!' (A/N: Don't own Madagascar, from where this bit was taken from. Do not sue me, or Dreamworks which Madagascar happens to be owned by.) shrieked Slade.

SOMEWHERE (not too) FAR AWAY IN JUMP CITY…..

Robin's communicator sent out its irritating beep. He took one look and muttered.

'Slade."

BACK IN THE GIANT T….

SPLOT!

SPLUT!

Slade was dropping chocolate ice-cream in the bathtub. Soon, 'Awww. No more.' wailed Slade, 'let's ride boaties!' as he plonked the empty ice-cream tin into the chocolate-filled tub and started paddling around the tub with a back-scrubber.

WHERE THE TITANS HAPPEN TO BE NOW….

'We'll go get Slade after we have lunch. From this video I've taken, he's not gonna do anything worse than wreck our furniture, and he's not smart enough to do that.' Cyborg informed the others. Beast Boy clamored to view the video and got a great laugh out of it.

'He'd better not go into my room. No-one EVER goes into my room.' muttered Raven sulkily.

THE T IS WAITING!

Lunch was over and the Titans were heading home. Just as they reached the front door, a loud blast of awful music slammed into their ears.

'We've got you surround… ded?'

'HE BANGS! HE BANGS!' shrieked Slade at the top of his (A/N: according to Maddy, she thinks Slade is H. O. T. hot! Uh oh. I am sooo dead. runs from a screaming Maddy who doesn't seem to notice that Baka is shrieking with laughter in the background hey guys! You're FAMOUS!) voice.

'Um, dude. It's "She bangs" not "He bangs".' Beast Boy rolled his eyes and grunted in disgust.

'NOOOO! HE BANGS! ROBIN BANGS! KERBOOM!' yelled Slade, totally deranged.

Robin said 'Oo' and that was the end of the "he bangs" nonsense.

LATER… LATER… LATER.

'First, ve add ze onions…' Slade was sailing by on Beast Boy's skateboard, complete with chef's hat, moustache, French outfit, French accent and a mostly clean apron, 'zen ve add ze salt and ze pepper. But only a peench! Or eet vill be too saltee. Ven ze zoop is done, ve add ze snails.' He held up a confused and fearful snail.

'No! Not ze snails!' shrieked Beast Boy, turning into a velociraptor and knocked Slade off his feet. Cut to "super deformed" form. They tugged at each end of the pot like kindergarteners.

'Mine!'

'Mine!'

The pot flew up high and smashed to smithereens on its descent to the ground. Slade whimpered, then broke into a full-force Niagara Falls.

A WHILE LATER...

'DAISEE, DAISEE, GIVE ME YOUR ANSWER, DOOO...' Slade screeched across the floor in a gondola complete with outfit and stick. He sang in time to the screeching of the bottom of the boat against the Titan's linoleum. Cyborg's bionic ear short-circuited every time the boat screeched.

Suddenly, Slade was wrapped in a straitjacket courtesy of Raven's powers.

'I'm the great Houdini! I can escape from anything!' He struggled for a while, then added, 'everything except this straitjacket.'

A WHILE LATER

Vroom! A van from the national Mental Institute screamed into the driveway and out popped a few paramedics. They picked up Slade(ooh he's a heavy one!) and tossed him into the back of the van like a bundle of vegetables. Slade screamed and shouted. He tossed and turned, but could not get out of the straitjacket.

Suddenly, he snapped out of his sugar trance.

'What? What the! Oh! That was fun, wasn't it?' No notice was taken. 'i WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!'

The van drove Slade away.

End of one fic, beginning of another. Phew! My fingers are sore. Well, tell me what you think. Did it rock, or did it ROCK! HA! Now, click that pretty little button down there, ok? It's mesmorising... duh... doh...? Who am I?

(A/N: So, what will happen next in the 'Tales from the Titan's Tower'? Will I get my brain back? Wil there be other crazy stories? WILL MY SISTER TAKE OVER! Ah well.)

P.S. Need ideas for more chapters. Read n Review! Wheee!