Disclaimer: "But, John, when the Pirates of the Caribbean breaks down, the pirates don't eat the tourists."

Yay! I'm back...kind of. College is really hectic, ya know? So here's the next chapter, which only took me...months to write. Enjoy.

"Lance," Pietro whined, "What is this stuff?" 'Stuff' referred to the two boxes worth of spare parts that were now dumped out on the table.

"What does it look like? It's your next task," Lance replied.

"What are we supposed to do? Separate them into piles of junk and more junk?"

"You watch your mouth flash boy," Lance snapped. You two happen to be looking at the remains of genuine G.I. Joe Walkie Talkies."

"Remains?" Pietro balked, "Are all of the parts even here? Why'd you take them apart in the first place?"

"I didn't," Lance sniffed, "the kid down the block did. He wanted to see how they worked, no better way to learn then to take them apart, right? I...um...kind of promised him I'd put them back together for him if he couldn't figure it out himself."

"So you do it then." Pietro pushed the pile of odds and ends Lance's way.

"I will if you two clowns can't get it right."

"I don't know anything about mechanics," Flash murmured.

"Neither do I, Lance," Pietro added. "What does this do?" He held up a tool from the pegboard.

"That, Pietro, would be a socket wrench. You shouldn't even have to worry about having to use it."

"Oh."

"And you two won't be without instructions." Lance looked as though he were a deity bestowing fire upon cavemen as he placed multiple books upon the workbench. "Here's what I could did up about walkie talkies. There are some nice diagrams on the marked pages. Have at it." Lance gestured for them to begin before walking out of their sight.

"You," the Flash spat, "this is all your fault!"

"My fault?" Pietro feigned innocence, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"This whole challenge thing was your idea," Flash growled.

"And you agreed to take part in it." Pietro stood, glancing about the room. At a loss for words Flash took a deep breath and held it for a moment before Pietro glared at him. "Oh you want to play that game, do you," the young speedster quipped. "I bet I can turn a prettier shade of purple than you!" This statement caused Flash to let the air shoot out of his mouth as he burst into laugher.

"What are you talking about?"

"You were trying to start a breath holding contest!"

"No, I was trying to collect my thoughts."

"Oh...those thoughts gonna help you put your walkie talkie together?"

"Nope," Flash sighed, "I'm afraid G.I. Joe isn't going to be checking in with Star Command any time soon."

"Wrong character," Pietro corrected. "Buzz Lightyear is affiliated with Star Command."

"So whom does G.I. Joe talk to?"

Pietro pondered for a moment... "Cobra Con?"

"Those are the bad guys. Now who looks stupid?" The Flash stuck out his tongue.

"I was never good at keeping track of toy names. Wanna do tongue twisters? I'll start...Toy boat, toy boat, toy boat."

"Huh?" Flash raised an eyebrow. "That was the worst tongue twister rendition I've ever heard."

"So, prove me a loser. Impress me."

Flash cleared his throat. "Red Leather, Yellow Leather..."

Lance returned to stony silence in the garage. If he was lucky, which he probably wasn't, they had killed each other. He found them otherwise alive, sitting across from one another. The walkie talkie pieces, although not reassembled, were now organized by shape and size into neat piles.

"What are you doing," he asked.

"We're playing the "be quiet" game," quipped Flash. Realizing what he had done he clamped his hands back over his mouth.

"I win! Hahahahaha!" Pietro leapt onto the table and did a little dance.

"No, you lose," Lance told them. "You didn't accomplish the task.

"It wasn't fair," Flash whined. "We're not going to do you work for you."

"Fine, go find Wanda," Lance snapped, pointing to the house. "Little ingrates," he breathed.