I apologize for the great delay. As with most fic authors, school has severely cut into my creative time. Still, at least I haven't given up entirely! BTW, anyone else enjoy "Get Real" last night? Control Freak is one of my favorite villains, he reminds me something of me. I especially loved the fact they threw in a bit of shipper war. Now then, on to the review responses:
Saint H: Thank you very much! I hope this chapter will be enough to put me on your favorites list.
realfanficts: Sorry, I missed that review last time. I'd be more than happy to ally my hordes with yours. Let all tremble before our combined might! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!
Aragorn501: You'll find out this chapter. Thanks for the review!
TheKidFromTheSouth: Sorry, but I'm not inserting any other authors or anthropomorphic food items in this story. Hope this doesn't make me lose my Knighthood of the Insane Table...
Now let's disclaim and begin!
DISCLAIMER: I don't, haven't, and won't own any part of Teen Titans, the Flintstones, Futurama, "Weird Al" Yankovic, or the songs of the lattermost in the present, past, or foreseeable future. So there.
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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 Bumblebee, performing 'Trigger Happy'!"
The heroine in question looked confused. "I don't get it, why 'Trigger Happy'?"
Cyborg cleared his throat and informed her, "Uh, Bee, you're kind of using your stingers to barbeque." Indeed, Bumblebee had chosen to use her monogrammed laser devices in place of burning charcoal on the grill in front of her.
She narrowed her eyes. Bumblebee hated being called a gun nut. Fortunately, she knew just how to get Cyborg to shut up. She hefted a rack of ribs that would satisfy Fred Flintstone off the grill and whistled. "Here, Sparky! Here, Sparky!" Cyborg's eyes locked on to the slab of laser-grilled muscle, and his salivary glands began to gush. "See the ribs, Sparky?" prompted Bumblebee, "Go fetch!"
With that, she hurled the meaty mass far into the audience, and Cyborg chased after it on all fours, crying "MEAT! MEAAAAAAAAT!" as he ran.
After the audience had been recollected, sedated, (in one unfortunate circumstance, extracted from a certain bionic stomach,) and Beast Boy felt well enough to come out of the bathroom after seeing what he kept calling "the meateor of armageddon," Overactive Mind finally engaged the stageshift. The stage assumed a layout similar to that when Raven was the main singer, but there was a notable exception: Projectile weapons of every size, description, and ammunition almost covered the entire stage. The only clear spot was the central area where four mikes awaited the four Titans drooling over the various weaponry. Smitty the custodian had to mop up before the song could begin, but after he left the stage, the music finally began to play:
(A/N: Cyborg Robin & Speedy Bumblebee)
(Trigger happyyyyy)
(Trigger happyyyyyy!)
Got an AK-47, well you know it makes me feel all right
Got an Uzi by my pillow, helps me sleep a little better at night
There's no feeling any greater
Than to shoot first and ask questions later
Now I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day (happy every day!)
Well you can't take my guns away, I got a Constitutional right
Yeah, I gotta be ready if the commies attack us tonight
I'll blow their brains out with my Smith and Wesson
That out to teach 'em all a darn good lesson
Now I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day (happy every day!)
(Oh yeah, I'm) trigger, trigger happy
Yes, I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh baby, I'm) trigger, trigger happy
Yes, I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh, I'm so) trigger, trigger happy
Yes, I'm trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away
Oh, I accidentally shot Daddy last night in the den (shot Daddyyyy in the den)
I mistook him in the dark for a drug-crazed Nazi again (drug-craaaazed Nazi again)
Now why'd you have to get so mad?
It was just a lousy flesh wound, Dad
You know I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day (happy every day!)
Oh, I still haven't figured out the safety on my rifle yet (Bop doo wop, shoo wop wop doo wop)
Little Fluffy took a round, better take him to the vet (Bop doo wop, shoo wop wop doo wop)
I filled that kitty cat so full of lead
We'll have to use him for a pencil instead
Well, I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day (happy every day!)
(Oh yeah, I'm) trigger, trigger happy
Yes, I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh baby, I'm) trigger, trigger happy
Yes, I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh, I'm so) trigger, trigger happy
Yes, I'm trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away
Come on and grab your ammo
What have you got to lose?
We'll all get liquored up
And shoot at anything that moves
Got a brand new semi-automatic weapon with a laser sight (Shoot to kill now, shoot to kill)
Oh, I'm prayin' somebody tries to break in here tonight (Shoot to kill now, shoot to kill)
I always keep a Magnum in my trunk
You better ask yourself, "do you feel lucky, punk?"
Because I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day (happy every day!)
(Oh yeah, I'm) trigger, trigger happy
Yes, I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh baby, I'm) trigger, trigger happy
Yes, I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh, I'm so) trigger, trigger happy
Yes, I'm trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away. (Watch out or I'll blow you away!)
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away. (Watch out or I'll blow you away!)
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away. (Watch out or I'll blow you away!)
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away.
The crowd cheered, waved yellow-and-black banners, and chanted Bumblebee's name. Pom-poms of hair had somehow popped up on many a scalp, and numerous Steel City fanboys wielded cardboard "B" shapes and made shooty noises in praise of their favorite Titan. The denizens, dastards, and defenders of Steel City slowly faded away, as they were whisked back to the coastline from whence they came.
"Well," said Cyborg, "that should be about it, right?"
An unnecessarily loud buzzer rang through the transformed Tower. "WRONG-O!" cried Overactive Mind. Amidst the Titans' moaning, he elaborated. "Relax, there's only one song left. This one is conciliatory. You guys have been such good sports through this whole fanfi-I mean, experience, I'm letting you choose a song. It doesn't even have to be by Weird Al!"
Robin grinned. Finally, he could be in control again. "Titans, huddle!" he cried, easily slipping back into "hard-tuchus leader mode." The powered pentad conferred, argued, and eventually pleaded for assorted songs. They broke apart, and Robin looked up at the Jumbotron. "Overactive Mind," he said, "we've made our decision."
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Heh heh, final cliffie! Sorry, but the next chapter will be this fic's last. Hopefully, I'll be able to get it written and uploaded within a month. :P Anyone who correctly guesses the artist I'm using gets a cybermuffin. Guessing the song gets you a virtupie. Good luck to all, now review! Review for delicious virtual pastry!