Hello again! Wow, I'm impressed at the high numbers of people who correctly guessed the pie question. Did I really make it that obvious? Let's examine things review by review to find out:
Darth Cruel: Thank you, thank you. I'm glad I got you hooked. Now I can manipulate you like my personal fic junky. Mwahahaha! Thanks again for the review.
TheKidFromTheSouth: Sorry, no plans to sing on my part. My role in this fic is making others sing, whether they like it or not. ) Thank you for the Dooby Award. I'm most honored. I've added the documentation to my profile. As thanks, I give you the revered e-scone, the most treasured of my digital pastry. As a final note, I'm sorry to say that "Amish Paradise" will not be played. I'll see if I can finagle a cameo bit for you.
Faerie12123: You receive one-and-a-half virtupies for inadvertently guessing what the next song and who the next singers will be in your request. However, BB's through singing for the night. He and Raven have some "meditation" to do, if you catch my drift.
BBXRAVEN 4 EVER: Another 1 1/2 pie winner! Thank you very much.
Phishy2: Where to begin? Your dragon minions will be used as mounts by MY hordes before they even get close to my toes. I wrote that last sentence after only five jellybeans! Thankees for the milk and cookies, here's a squeegee for getting them off your screen. As for the points: 1. Al has a much larger fan base than you'd think. We number in the dozens at least. 2. Zooplankton government is infamous for its huge amounts of pork (or, as a direct translation, "those really juicy phytoplankton with more chloroplasts than you can shake a flagellum at." ) in the best of times. 3. You don't want to know. Trust me. 4. Cool.
Aragorn501: Sorry, but no. Cyborg will, however, be Bumblebee's backup bass. (Try saying THAT five times fast "That five times fast." Quiet, you!)
WindLane: Correct! Another 1 1/2 pies go to you. Excellent deductive skills.
Those of you who received only 1 1/2 pies will see why you didn't get the last half-pie at this chapter's afterword. Disclaimer time!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own "Weird Al" Yankovic, any of his songs, Teen Titans, or any other copyrighted materials used in this fic. Those who wish to subpoena me may only do so after they explain why you can't combobulate someone if you can discombobulate them.
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After a rather violent yet nonlethal strafing run by a certain Tamaranean against a certain group of fangirls, the crowd quieted down enough for the next announcement from Overactive Mind. "I can't think of many things that could top that last performance, but here's one of them! Performing next, it's the two masters of one language and the one master of two environments. I give Aqualad and Mas y Menos performing 'Taco Grande'!"
"¡Taco grande!" piped Mas, "¿Donde esta?"
"Si," chimed Menos, "tengo mucho hambre."
"No, senores Mas y Menos, su cantacion se llama 'Taco Grande.' " Overactive Mind evidently came in SAP, where available.
"Ohhhh." chorused the hypersonic herolings. Mas continued, "De Alberto Extrano, ¿verdad?"
"Si. ¿Les gusta Alberto Extrano?"
"¡Claro que si!" exclaimed Mas. Menos continued, "¡Nosotros creemos que sus cantaciones son comicissimos!"
"Excuse me," Aqualad interjected, "could one of you please use English?"
Overactive Mind would've sweatdropped, had that been possible in his dimension. "Sorry, I try to practice my Spanish. Anyway, you three ready or what?"
Mas y Menos nodded eagerly. Aqualad, however, wasn't so ready to perform. He'd enjoyed watching that ichthyovorous Speedy get embarrassed on stage, but he wasn't exactly willing to undergo the same thing. However, once he saw that just about every female (as a decent number of the males) in the audience were cheering for him and/or waving banners of blue, black, and silver, his mind was swayed. He nodded, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to lyrically embrace his fans.
"Great!" the author exclaimed. The stage shifted par usual. The front central portion of the stage stayed level, but the remainder rose to form a mini-audiotorium within the main one. Everything became festooned in vibrant colors and images of Mexican food, and the the turbo twins began to drool on the double-decker microphone that had materialized before them. Their simultaneous salivation soon ceased as the song started:
(A/N: Aqualad Mas Menos Both)
Taco... grande
Taco... grande
Yo quero chimichangas y chile colorado
Yo tengo el dinero para un steak picado
Las flautas y tamales, siempre muy bueno
Y el chile relleno
You see, I just gotta have a tostada, carne asada
That's right, I want the whole enchilada
My only addiction has to do with a flour tortilla
I need a quesadilla
I love to stuff my face with tacos al carbon
With my friends or when I'm all alone
Yo tengo mucho hambre y ahora lo quiero
Un burrito ranchero
So give me something spicy and hot now
Break out the menu, what you go, now?
Oh, would you tell the waiter I'd like to have
Sour cream on the side
You better make sure the beans are refried
Taco... grande
Taco... grande
Well there's not a taco big enough for a man like me
That's why I order two or three
Let me give you a tip, just try a nacho chip
It's really good with bean dip
I eat uno, dos, tres, quatro burritos
Pretty soon I can't fit in my Speedos
Well, I hope they feed us lots of chicken fajitas
And a pitcher of margaritas
Well the combination plates all come with beans and rice
The taquitos here are very nice
Now I'm down on my knees,
We need some extra tomatoes and cheese
And could you make that separate checks, please?
Taco... grande Taco... grande
"Buenos noches, senor. Bienvenido a el burritos Casa de Salsa. Tenemos muchos platos muy sabrosos si puedo recomendar el ardiente pollo al infierno muy delicioso. ¡Sus ojos se quemaran! ¡Su estomago estara en fuego! ¡Se quedaran en el bano por una semana! ¿Entiendes lo que digo, gringo estupido tonto?"
Well the food is coming I can hardly wait
Now watch your fingers, careful hot plate!
What you think you're doing with my chili con queso?
Well, if you want some, just say so
Oh boy, pico de gallo
They sure don't make it like this in Ohio
No gracias, yo quiero jalapenos, nada mas
You can toss away the hot sauce
¿Donde estan los nachos? ¡Holy frijole!
You better get me a bowl of guacamole
Y usted, Eugene? Why's your face turning green?
Don't you like pinto bean?
You want some more cinnamon crispas?
If you don't, hasta la vista
Just take the rest home in a doggie bag if you wanna
You can finish it manana
Well, it's been a pleasure, I can't eat no more
Señor, la cuenta, por favor
If you ain't ever tried real Mexican cooking,
Well, you oughtta
Just don't drink the water
Taco... grande Taco... grande
Taco... grande Taco... grande
With the final piece of chorus sung, the spell was lifted. Cheering rose in a crescendo among the entire audience. Even the villains clapped politely. Aqualad leaped onto the very front of the stage, eager to further please his adoring public, but they fell silent as he came forward. Only then did he realize the banners being waved had a decidedly red and white color scheme and a featured high levels of plusses, minuses, and
Spanish text.
"¡Menos! ¡Menos! ¡Mas Mas Mas!" cheered the crowd. The twins were astonished at this sudden spike in their popularity, but quickly embraced it. The two sped from audience member to audience member, signing banners, concert t-shirts that had magically appeared on everyone after Speedy and Robin's duet, and anything else they were asked to apply a pen.
The frenzy of supersonic signatures continued until Overactive Mind was forced to use a large electromagnet to drag the identical imps back on stage. (A/N: Guessing from name and a scene in "Titans East, pt. 2, I'm guessing their powers are electromagnetically based.) As Mas y Menos returned backstage to help comfort a sulking Aqualad, the otherwordly emcee called the next act. "Alright then. I don't know if it's fair putting anyone after a performance like that, but we'll just have to see. Our next singer is..."
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Once again, done for tradition's sake. If you scrolled down here to find out why I stiffed you half a pie, allow me to explain: Last chapter's contest was something of a trick question. Given that their powers rely on one another and their tendency to speak as one, I kind of counted Mas y Menos as one person, and Aqualad as the other. Sorry, I just didn't want to: a. Make it seem like I was rushing the fic by using three heroes at once, or b. Make Mas y Menos go completely OOC by speaking English. I thought Aqualad had sufficiently swarthy features to merit his inclusion.
For those of you who are wondering, this song was a parody of "Rico Suave" by Gerardo. For those of you who are wondering who the next singer is, you need to learn the process of elimination, because the only unused Titan remaining is Bumblebee. If you can guess the song she'll sing, you get a cybermuffin (I ran out of pie.) Now kindly press the pretty button and write a review. Raves are huggled, criticism is appreciated, and flames will be mocked.