I do not own the Teen Titans. God, I wish I owned the Teen Titans…I really, really wish I did… Goes into fits of sobs

Darth Suroth: OK, you got me. Yes, I am currently reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (Which I absolutely love but do not own!) and was inspired to write this. I'm glad that someone else has read them too.

Terra: Well, I did actually write a TT soap-opera spoof, but FanFic took it off because it was in script format. :( Anywhoo, I'll try and put in some more outside characters, if they fit into the plot somehow. Which means that I most likely will, since this story is plotless! xD

Shayleemad: I'm so glad you like it.

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Chapter the Second

And so it was that the Teen Titans went mini-golfing. Coincidentally, this was no coincidence at all.

"Please, what is this miniature golfing that we will be taking part in?" Starfire asked in her sweet, naïve little voice. Of course it was Robin's job to explain it to her (Partly because he liked talking to her and partly because the others just didn't want to go to the trouble of explaining everything to the extremely curious alien girl).

"I'll show you when we get there." He said, smiling. Starfire smiled back appreciatively. Now, this would have been a very small, yet sappy moment were it not for the fact that Robin, because his attention was averted towards Starfire at that time, walked right into a very tall and utterly useless pole.

"See, I told ya we shouldn't have put that poll there, Bob!" a hefty construction worker said, turning to his colleague.

"Yeah, sure, blame it all on Bob! Sheesh, no one ever cuts me some slack 'round here." Bob huffed, biting into his foot long submarine sandwich annoyed.

"Robin!" Starfire squeaked in surprise.

"Dude, are you OK?" Beast Boy asked as the rest of them rushed to his aid. Robin held out a hand.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." He said, regaining his balance and composure before continuing on his way. The others, relieved, followed.

Now it's a well known fact that if one walks into a poll, it will hurt and probably result in a somewhat painful bump on the noggin. It's also a well known fact that if you walk into another poll soon after you walked into the first one, your pain will increase once-fold.

However, this is not what Robin did.

He walked into three more polls.

As a result, by the end of it, the pain had not only increased thrice-fold, but he was also now staggering around the parking lot of the gold course, asking every garbage can he came across whether or not they knew the way to Kansas city. One of them did make an attempt to answer him, but Robin was far too muddled and confused to take any notice. And so, with a bit of effort, the rest of the Titans dragged him all the way to the front desk, where Robin proudly stated that he was indeed wearing a fresh pair of socks, and nothing anyone could ever say would make him think otherwise! No one dared deny him.

The Titans paid for their entry, which, coincidentally, cost 3.75 each. This is coincidental because at that very moment, a rather large group of people were paying that exact amount to ride a bus. However, angered that the price of the bus was so high for their standards, the passengers took the bus driver by the scruff of the neck, threw him out the door, and proceeded to take over the bus. The bus drove at 100 miles per hour, driving straight into Jump City River, and sunk. Unfortunately, everyone in the bus drowned, all except for little Timmy Taphole, who escaped and ran off to Capital City, where he went on to become the president of a very successful doorbell manufacturing company. This is, however, completely irrelevant to the subject, were there ever a real subject in the first place.

After several moments during which Robin regained the larger part of his common sense, the Titans were ready to play what was sure to be a most enjoyable game of mini-golf.

Then it started to rain.

Penguins.

Yes, the sky opened up and down from the Heavens fell a bountiful of penguins! They all squawked and screeched, overwhelmed by their surroundings and the mind boggling sensation of free-falling hundreds of feet from the sky and down onto a golf course. At first, all anyone could do was stare mouth agape, in awe. At some point, though, it must have occurred to someone that something was bound to happen when the penguins hit the ground, because a sudden very loud, very shrill shriek came from in the depths of the awe-struck crowd. That was the Titans cue to take action.

"Titans, Go!" Robin commanded, pointing his finger into the air melodramatically. He stopped short, however, at the realization that his team was nowhere to be found.

"Hey, what did we miss?" said Cyborg as he and the rest of the team came towards Robin, each of them clutching an ice cream cone. (With the exception of Raven, who, as she had announced to them all, considered ice cream and all other iced things to be pointless and an utter waste of one's time and money. She had merely chosen to go along with them out of boredom, and ended up disappearing for five minutes. The others decided to think nothing of it, though they were sure they had heard suspicious licking and crunching sounds coming from behind the counter. The fact that Raven, when they found her, had her mouth covered in Death by Chocolate ice cream meant absolutely nothing to them) (Coincidentally, Death by Chocolate is the exact same flavor that I saw when visiting a mini-golf course this very day, and I still stand by my belief that naming an ice cream Death by Chocolate is a bad influence on children, and will undoubtedly develop some sort of ice cream-fearing phobia for some children.)

"Oh, you haven't really missed much," Robin reassured them, "Just a torrent of penguins falling from the sky."

The rest of the team looked up.

"Hey, so they are!" said Beast Boy, taking a large bite of his ice cream. The rest of the team nodded and murmured in agreement, taking a large bite of their ice cream in unison. After a moment, Starfire spoke.

"So, shall we play some of the miniature golf?"

"Yeah, OK." Cyborg said, throwing his ice cream cone over his shoulder and walking towards the course. The others followed him. Robin watched them in disbelief.

"Uh, guys, I don't think you understand the severity of this. There are hundreds, thousands of penguins falling from the sky. Don't you think we should do something about it?"

"No."

"Nope."

"I see no reason to."

Robin couldn't believe what he was hearing. Why, it was unheard of! Completely, and utterly unheard of!

"This is unheard of!" Robin said, "Completely and utterly unheard of!"

"Perhaps, but these things tend to sort themselves out." Raven said in her usual, apathetic manner. And just as she said this, the penguins were suddenly drawn, as if by magnetic force, towards each other, becoming one enormous penguin. The giant penguin then, somehow or another, spontaneously combusted rendering the penguin into nothing more then a rather large amount of ash. Finally, thanks to air pollution, the ash burned up and ultimately disappeared in the Earth's atmosphere.

"There we are, problem solved." Said Beast Boy dismissively, "Now can we please play some mini-golf?"

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And there you have the second chapter. Have I captured your interest? If so, submit review, and I shall bring you more.