"MR. CLEAN, MR. CLEAN" LALLADADLDLLALA!!!! The television echoed from upstairs as the two couples woke early the next morning. Megan's foot had swollen immensely overnight and had grown to be about the size of a large watermelon. So sometime around 2 in the morning she stopped kicking, but unfortunately for her she now had to be rushed to the hospital. No one paid any attention to that except the dog, Max who was trying to rape her foot.

Well anyway… Melissa woke up first and found Jack's disgusting foot in her face. Cherice on the other hand woke up quite pleasantly; somehow during the night she and Will had managed to remain in a hugging position. Cherice and Melissa stared at each other. Cherice was trying to send Melissa a message with her mind. "We should get the mop and dangle it in Jack's face and say that a brain is attacking him." Melissa obviously did not hear her. So Cherice got up and grabbed the brain mop and started to viscously attack Jack. Fortunately for him he had Melissa to defend him. She grabbed a broom and so they started to have a sword fight. Without swords. And with a broom and a mop.

"HA! TAKE THAT!" Cherice said as she stabbed Melissa with the mop. "HA! YOU CAN'T GET ME! THE CHEESE DOODLES ARE PROTECTING ME!" And so Cherice proceeded to run for her life. But she didn't run for very long when she ran into a brick wall strategically placed to hold up the foundations of the house and keep out bad weather. But much like a cartoon Cherice's face had gone mysteriously flat.

Melissa laughed.

Suddenly Jack sat up and opened his eyes to see a flat faced Cherice with a mop in her hand and a laughing Melissa pointing the end of a broom at Cherice.

So Melissa started tap dancing and all of a sudden Will awoke. "I smelled your leg last night, Cherice..." He stared at her intently. Melissa stopped tap dancing. Cherice's face went un-flat.

"…And it smelled good." Will passed out.

Insert lots of laughing 'here'

So with a whoosh of her non existent cape, Cherice ran over to help her poor Willy.

"Did the narrator just say willy again?" Jack asked curiously as he stared at Melissa. "I do believe she did." more laughter

"WILL! MY POOR WILLY!" Suddenly Will started talking. "Why don't you try CPR?" Cherice ignored this. "I HAVE AN IDEA!" light bulb flashes above Cherice's head "Why don't I try CPR?!!? DON'T DIE YET, MY WILLY!!!!" But before she started to administer CPR Melissa threw a shoe at her. "Since when do we use CPR? Hello? We always use shoe resuscitation." "Not now, Melissa! I'm trying to rescue Will!" Melissa threw another shoe at her. "Could you please stop interrupting me? I'm trying to save a dying man." Cherice was sooo close to giving Will CPR when all of a sudden there was a mop standing between Cherice's face and Will's face. "W-t-f!?" Will stood up and ran to the wall. "You all have foiled my plans. Except Cherice…who was working wonderfully with me."

All looked confused. Will let out a maniacal laugh.

Cherice: "W-t-f, guys."

All of a sudden the secret room-y thing…….y……glowed purple and the Goo Goo Dolls started playing out of invisible speakers in the walls. And a refrigerator appeared…and inside it had the mighty fruit……..the drink made for the Gods………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Red Bull.

Yes that's right. So Jack decided to go over and open a can. You can only imagine the torture Cherice, Melissa and Will would soon endure.

3 hours, 32 cans of Red Bull and a sock later….

"Wow…it really DOES give you wings!" Melissa turned her neck in an extremely awkward way to see a pair of white feathery wings growing from her back. …

(Note the fact that because its been…counts…many months since we wrote the last chapter the characters will slightly differ from previous chapters due to the authors' brain growth and mental stimulation. Also note the authors' new and improved, updated writing styles, word choices and grammatical errors. And most importantly, please note the fact that since Cherice has taken over this entire chappy and quite possibly the rest of the story, it will now turn into something incredibly unrealistic; hence the sprouting of wings. Thank you kindly for your time. Is done sticking authors' notes in the middle of the chappy)

"…Indeed it does love." Jack stood up off the ground where he had previously lapsed into a fit of giggles. Cherice….being completely resistant to the harmful effects of Red Bull, didn't have wings. But that's ok because she had now denoted this as "Cherice's uber awesome, incredibly orgasmic, 'lets listen to the Goo Goo Dolls' pondering time." So Cherice sat deep in ponder as Melissa, Jack and Will had started a girlish game of truth or dare with a teddy bear.

"Hey Mr. Teddy; truth or dare." Will, getting no response from the teddy bear quickly got bored and interrupted Cherice's uber awesome, incredibly orgasmic, 'lets listen to the Goo Goo Dolls' pondering time. "Damn you monkeys!!!" Cherice yelled out as the music was cut off.

"Oh. Hello, love." Cherice smiled that said subtly, 'Go away before I bite your head off.' No one knew why Cherice was being pissy, but Melissa guessed that it was because she was unreceptive to the effects of Red Bull.

Cherice to Melissa: "Damnez les clowns de foo de singe et leurs dicks de nickel!"

Melissa back to Cherice: "No habla french?!?!"

"Oh. I forgot. Sorry." Cherice cleared her throat and began in German. "Verdammen Sie die Affe foo Clowne und ihre Nickel dicks!"

"SPEAK ENGLISH, WOMAN!" Melissa: death glare

"Was that directed towards me?" Jack said as he observed a CD. "What do you call this, love?" "That would be a CD. Don't ask me how it works because I couldn't begin to explain. It's just there. Like the sky. It has no real purpose. It's just there." Cherice sat down, dumbfounded.

"How dare you insult my multi-lingual capabilities." Cherice shot the death glare back at Melissa. "Are you really multi-lingual?" Jack said swerving over to her, much like he would if her were drunk off rum.

Jack cleared his throat. "¿Es usted... multilingüe?" "No habla espanol. Je parle français."

"SHE SAID PARLE!!!" Will screamed running maniacally around the room.

Melissa scratched Jack's head. Jack scratched Melissa's head.

"Ooo!!! Conga line?!!" Cherice got up and joined Will in a conga line.

"Oh boy. This is gonna be another long night…" Melissa said rolling her eyes as Jack passed out on the mop.

END CHAPPY

Authors' notes: OMG!!!! THE 6TH CHAPPY IS DONE!!! and it only ….11 months. Wow. So yeah. We plan great things with this. I, (Cherice) promise you that I will not let this go unfinished. Even if I must finish alone, because after all the chappy's have always been saved on my computer, this will not become a dead fic. Many of you thought that it might due to our all of a sudden urge to go out and get a real life. But on the contrary, now that school has once again resumed I have time. So yeah. Expect great things to come.

Here…have a marshmallow. Enjoy!

-Rice Cake. Aka Cherice.