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Chapter the Third

The sky was blue like a blue sky, the grass was green like Beast Boy's toe, and the Titans were ready to play mini-golf.

Nothing stopped them.

Absolutely nothing.

Seriously.

And so the Titans set themselves up at the first hole, excited to finally get to play their game. Robin, being the leader, felt it his duty to go first. He made sure Star was paying very close attention so that she may see how it's done. He set his red golf ball down on the green and poised his golf club at the ready. Coincidentally, this was the exact same spot where Johnny McFarnegan, mini-golf extraordinaire set down his pink colored golf ball in the mini-golf championship of 1954.

However, that is not the coincidence. It is coincidental because Robin then made the same mistake that Johnny made fifty years ago: when he swung his golf club back, he whacked his lady friend in the face, sending her toppling backwards over a garden hose, which caused her to bump into hotdog stand which sent her rolling down the trail right into a marching band that just happened to be passing by at that exact moment, which caused one of the tuba players to drop his tuba right on the toe of one of the snare drum players, who dropped his instruments and hopped around, clutching his foot in pain, knocking over an unsuspecting flute players, trumpet player and finally the symbol player, who bumped into the martial ultimately making her drop her baton and stomp off, muttering that this was not in the job description and that she quit.

Smooth move, Robin.

"Starfire!" the Titans exclaimed in unison as they watched the painful yet elaborate scene play out. They rushed over to her and helped her shaky body up, aware of the fact that the entire marching band were now starring daggers into them.

"That was most un-enjoyable!" Starfire said, putting a hand to her head and swaying queasily.

"Starfire, I'm so sorry!" Robin said, holding her shoulder so she wouldn't topple over.

"Maybe you should just stay back for a bit." Raven said, shooing Robin three feet away from Starfire.

Robin sat down on a bench; his chin supported by his hands, and scanned the golf course glumly.

At the fifth hole, a happy little family consisting of two parents and two children were taking part in a happy little game of mini-golf. The older child, who was a boy, putted his little blue ball. The ball rolled slowly, but surely right towards the hole, where it suddenly swerved and fell in a pit with a little sign over it reading 'Pit of DOOM!' The little boy just stared for a moment, mouth agape then burst into tears. His father rushed over to comfort him, and Robin winced as the little boy lifted his golf club and whacked his father in the shins. The father let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground, rolling around in agony.

Deciding that it was time to direct his attention elsewhere, Robin looked to his left.

There he saw a group of Amish folk, cheering an old man on as he putted a bright yellow ball into the eleventh hole. He let out a triumphant yell and proceeded to do a rather inappropriate victory dance. I'll leave it to the imagination of you, the reader, to come up with the particular dance moves. Mentally scarred for life, Robin decided that he had better stop observing the other golfers and averted his attention once more to the Starfire, who seemed to have recovered from the rather unfortunate incident. As if on cue, the Titans called him over, and finally they were ready to play mini-golf.

Scared that the incident should repeat itself, the Titans allowed Starfire to go first. She set her hot pink golf ball on the ground and readied her golf club.

"So I must do is put this little ball into the hole several meters away?" she asked.

"Yep," said Beast Boy, "but it's harder then it looks."

"Just try your best," said Robin, "You'll get it with practice."

Starfire nodded and brought her golf club swinging down at the unsuspecting golf ball. It flew through the air, bouncing off a lamp post and flying into a gutter on the roof of the main building where it rolled down the metal pipe, right onto the head of the old Amish man, who immediately stopped his inappropriate dancing and fell to the ground, unconscious. The Titans took no notice of this as they continued to watch the little pink ball take its elaborate course. After some time (which involved the ball bumping into a lot of things that I am simply too lazy to record) the ball went flying into a tree, sending the ball rolling into the hole.

The Titans stared, mouth agape.

"I believe that is, as you say, a one in the hole!" Starfire said, clapping her hands gleefully.

"Close enough." Cyborg said in awe. He then realized that he had a squirrel climbing up his leg, and desperately tried to shake it off. But the squirrel kept its vice-like grip on the half robot, half man's leg.

"Hey, guys, there's a squirrel stuck to my leg!" he said, but the others took no notice as Beast Boy set his green (of course) ball down for his turn.

"Your shot was pretty good, Starfire," Beast Boy said cracking his knuckles, "But wait until you see my famous BB-Hole-In-One-Half shot yet."

Raven rolled her eyes and said, "Then get moving already."

Beast Boy made no means of reply, but instead swung his club back and in one fluid movement brought the club flying forward- and ever so gently putted the golf ball towards the hole. The others watched in rapt attention as the ball stopped midway towards the hole and sat, motionless.

"Yeah, great move, Beast Boy." Raven said sarcastically, rolling her eyes once more. However, there was no reply.

"Beast Boy?" Robin inquired, and the Titans all glanced from side to side.

"May I take this opportunity to ask if someone could please help me get this squirrel off my leg!" Cyborg said impatiently, shaking his squirrel-violated leg vigorously. The squirrel chittered its squeaky protests.

There suddenly came a scratching sort of digging sound, and the Titans turned their attention once more to the green, where a mound of dirt had formed right in front of the little green golf ball. To their amazement, a green mole climbed out of the hole, morphing into none other then Beast Boy. With a smirk on his green face, Beast Boy leant down and blew a breath of air at the golf ball, sending it rolling over the edge and into the hole.

"Hole in one." He said, laughing.

"Beast Boy, that's cheating!" Robin exclaimed crossly.

"Hey, no one ever said I couldn't do that." Beast Boy said, raising his eyebrows up and down.

"Hello! There's a squirrel attached to my leg!"

"Beast Boy, that was most unjust!" Starfire said, crossing her arms.

"Squirrel. My leg. HELP!"

"You guys are all just a bunch of sore los-" Beast Boy was cut off as a golf club levitating in a black magical aura whacked him over the head. Beast Boy was forced to make a run for it as the golf club chased him around the golf course.

The other Titans then turned their attention towards Cyborg.

"Hey, Cy, why is there a squirrel attached to your leg?" Robin asked, the side of his impossibly flexible mask lifting in a skeptical manner, causing Cyborg to let out a frustrated shout before storming off, squirrel still attached to his leg, back to the T-Car.

The others followed him soon after, chased by a group of angry Amish folk.

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IMPORTANT: Well, there you have it, chapter three. I know it's not as funny as the others…I'm a bit short on randomness today. T.T I'm very sorry! Anywhoo, I just wanted to get this story updated before my family and I embark on our two-day trip. Because of that, I will not be able to update until maybe Thursday. Sorry!

But don't let that discourage you from reviewing!

That means I want you to review. Now.

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Actually, I have a new idea.

Review, and maybe I'll shut up.