Chapter 5: ¿Es la chica se llama Gertrude loca?

Disclaimer: Aside from the fact that I do not own Warner Bros., DC Comics, Cartoon Network, Toonami, Kids WB, Miguzi, and Teen Titans, I also do not own the Spanish language. Spanish isn't even my first language anyway! Mas Y Menos are not mine either. However, Gertrude IS MINE! My name is branded onto her butt so nobody can take her. SHE'S MINE! And besides, why would YOU want someone like HER::is confused: I also do not own any mass media corporation, any shares on the stock market, and fortunately, I do not own the federal government. So pretty much I got nothing, you paranoid copyright lawyers!

Note: I am too lazy to do translations, but it's easy stuff. I think you can figure it out. And if you can't, you can go to Altavista dot com and there you can translate it yourself.

Another Note: If my Spanish is a little off, it's because my vocabulary isn't that big. Sorry. And I know Mas has an accent, but since I'll be writing it so many times, I simply can't take the time to add in every single mark.

Gertrude crashed onto the roof of Titans East's tower and fell out of the shattered windshield, covered in minor bumps and scratches. "Ow. I've got minor bumps and scratches." She wailed, stating the obvious.

Inside the tower, Mas Y Menos were playing their GameStation 2 all alone while Bumblebee, Speedy, and Aqualad were out at a party that Mas Y Menos weren't old enough to attend. Mas heard Gertrude crash and immediately paused the game. Menos was annoyed. "¿Qué? ¿Estás loco?"

Mas frowned, hushing Menos. "Oigo una chica. Vamos." The two of them ran up to the roof, where Gertrude was sitting, digging out her bilingual dictionary that had taken her two hours to find the first time. At last, she finally found it between two very sharp pieces of glass. She maniacally began flipping through it when Menos interrupted. "Hola, bienvenidos a la casa de Titans East. Somos Mas," He pointed to Mas. "y Menos." Menos pointed to himself.

Gertrude, trying to impress the little Spanish-speakers, spoke loudly and slowly. Very loudly. Very slowly. "Hole-a, me laa-mo Gertrude. Ess-toy moy alee-gray quay you-steed-ies is-TAN a-quee."

At first Mas y Menos were confused. "¿Qué? Está ella estúpida?" Gertrude decided that maybe Spanish wasn't her strong suit. In English, she replied, "A-ya? My name is Gertrude, not Aya."

That was enough for the twin speedsters. They decided that perhaps they should change the subject. "Nosotros vamos a jugar al GameStation 2. ¿Quieres venir?" They began to bounce up and down excitedly, as if they were begging Gertrude to play with them like an adult with a group of children. Gertrude didn't know how to respond, so she simply said, "GameStation 2? YAY! CAN I PLAY!"

Mas y Menos sweatdropped. "Nos encantaría." The three of them went back down into the tower and played the GameStation 2 for three straight hours.

It would have been a lot nicer for Gertrude if Speedy, Bumblebee, and Aqualad hadn't showed up. For one thing, Gertrude was a guest of Mas y Menos, thank you very much, and she had no intention of causing any architectural, environmental, or property damage with her spaceship.

"I am a guest of Mas y Menos, thank you very much, and I had no intention of causing any architectural, environmental, or property damage with my spaceship, and I'm sorry for that. If you're going to sue someone, sue my parents. THEY HAVE MONEY." Gertrude snapped, after Bumblebee went through her angry, jerk-leader-unwanted-visitor rant and pinned Gertrude to the floor with her stingers.

"Sorry, sweetie, but aren't you a little old to be depending on your parents? You're about thirty, right? Thirty? Thirty-five? Forty?" Speedy asked, trying to guess her age. Obviously, he wasn't trying hard enough, as Gertrude got up and broke his jaw. He immediately dropped to the floor, blood spewing from his mouth.

"Señorita Gertrude tiene veinte y tres años." Menos piped up as he continued to battle Mas at video games.

"Er, what they said." Aqualad shrugged as Bumblebee turned to him for a possible explanation. She sighed as Gertrude casually walked to the door.

"If you need me, Titans East, I will be spending the week at Dr. Melody Stefani's office a few blocks from here. I'm the one in the receptionist's chair, swiveling back and forth while I chew gum and blow bubbles on the glass window at the check-in counter." Gertrude called out as she went down the stairs. "ADD-I-OSS, MAHS EE MEN-OSS!"

The Titans East were quiet for a while until Aqualad spoke up. "Shouldn't we have gone after her?"

Bumblebee shook her head. "She did tell us where she was going to be. And she was pretty specific too, which was kinda odd."

"Are you sure she's telling the truth? People don't normally talk like that." Speedy mumbled as best he could with his broken jaw.

"I'm sure, Speedy. Now as for you, we need to get you to a doctor as soon as possible." Bumblebee lifted him by the shoulders and set him down on the couch.

"Can we see Dr. Stefani? We could kill two birds with one stone." Speedy asked, eager to get revenge on Gertrude.

"Speedy, Dr. Stefani is a therapist. A MENTAL therapist. Not a doctor." Aqualad's vein pulsed.

Speedy sweatdropped and began flipping through a magazine. "Ow, my mouth hurts."

"THEN SHUT UP, SPEEDY!" was the reply from both Bumblebee and Aqualad. Bumblebee put a mouth guard in Speedy's mouth and called the doctor. Aqualad, however, merely dived into the pool below, ignoring his surroundings.

Later, at Dr. Stefani's office-

"OK, Melody, I'm back! Now where are my donuts?"

I can't believe I've totally butchered my Spanish. Oh well. My teacher would freak out if she saw this, but I guess it's a good thing that teachers don't read fanfiction.

OK, here's the deal: The next few chapters will take place in Dr. Stefani's office, so instead of Gertrude looking for someone, she'll stay put and harass anyone that comes by. Do not be alarmed if I do not update in less than a month, for I am lazy and busy trying to conquer the Internet! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! But wait- you didn't hear that from ME!

Hasta luego, mis amigos,

Angela Scarlett