Hiya, peeps! Guess what? I started writing this at 11:23... PM. That means there's only 37 minutes... no, 36 inutes left until midnight! YAAAAAY! This is the latest I've ever been up on a computer! I wish I could say it's a school night, but it's Friday. WEEKEND! Anyways, weekend means time off from testing and time off from testing means I gotta start typing before all you savage fan-people come and try to maim me.

On With the Story...

Oh, by the way, this chapter is told from Shikamaru's POV.

I was sitting in the living room, having to put up with Gaara's insane giggling from the kitchen, when it suddenly stopped. The giggling, I mean. Because Gaara's giggling doesn't stop like that. It just doesn't.

Then I heard the thumps. And they scared me. I know that I'm a highly-ranked Chuunin, but the thumps still scared me, because I heard it before.

It was the same sound as when a comrade collapses, lifeless, on the ground during a mission, and you can't do anything about it.

I jumped up off the couch and ran into the kitchen. I know that I don't run a lot, but that noise has embedded itself in my brain enough so that I can't help getting scared from it. So that's why I was so scared when I saw everyone lying on the ground or slumped over in their chairs, eyes closed.

I swear to god I think my heart skipped a beat when I saw that.

"Ino? Sakura? Naruto? Anybody?" I asked. No one responded... and I felt so dizzy I nearly collapsed myself.

Then... it hit my head. And by it I mean a raw egg, now splattered all over my face.

I'm allergic to eggs.

"Damn! A trap!" I yelled, and ran overe to the sink, then tried to get the egg yolk out of my hair. I undid my ponytail and let the water wash the egg out of my hair.

"But not even Asuma knows I'm allergic to eggs... so it couldn't have been the senseis... but then who-" he stopped short, remebering something horrible.

-Flashback-

"Shikamaru! Why don't you eat my eggs!" yelled Asuma, dumping about 20 pounds of scrambled eggs on my plate. "They're special!"

"Oh, fine. I'm allergic, okay? Every time I eat an egg, or get it close to my skin, I break out in hives."

-End of Flashback-

Oh, crud.

I can feel the hives already coming out. And now they're itching. Shit.

"AURGH!" I screamed, trying to scratch all of the red welts at the same time. "IT BURNS!"

"Next time, don't mess with the C.R.A.P. squad." came a voice.

"But I didn't... who names themself the C.R.A.P. squad, anyway?"

"Uh... long story."

"I've got time."

"No."

"Kagemane no Jutsu!"

"Aww, crud."

Heh, now I've got 'em. All I had to do was pinpoint the location of the voice. "Now we'll see who you are!" I walked in my shadow, towards the strange voice.

"Alright, I - A hamster!"

"Ehehehehehehe... ya, I'm Agent C."

"A hamster?" Okay, now I'm confused. How did a hamster know that I'm allergic to eggs?

"How did you know I'm allergic to eggs?"

"Oh, you are? Because to us, egg yolk is just plain annoying. But if you're allergic to them..."

"Then, what?"

"TURBO CHARGER EGG SHOOTER!" screamed Agent C.

And three more hamsters came in, carrying... Oh, great. An egg-bazooka. Just what I need. When do the dancing lollipops get here? I groaned in frustration.

"DAMMIT!"

I ran around in circles, at the same time trying to think, so I made my bowl shaped thinking hand-sign. But that made it harder to run, so I had to stop, but then I wasn't thinking as well, so I eventually just sprinted out of the kitchen.

And tripped over a thread dental floos strung 6 inches above the floor. "Could this get any worse?" I cried in frustration.

Then one of the hamsters shoved a laptop in front of my nose, and it was playing The Demented Cartoon Movie by Brian Kendall. (You can watch this on albino blacksheep, too.)

"So was he some sort of kamikaze-type person?"

"Well, at least he wasn't a watermelon."

"Watermelon? You mean like a... kamikaze watermelon?"

DOO-DOO-DOO DOO DOO-DOO! Splat.

"No, that was a kamikaze watermelon."

"So what's next?"

"I dunno. Another kamikaze watermelon?

DOO-DOO-DOO DOO DOO-DOO! Splat.

"Yup."

"I'm outta here."

I stared at the screen in disbelief. "This is so stupid."

"Didja ever think why we made you watch it?" asked Agent C.

"Well... yeah..." This movie was completely demented. On the screen it said: Qrrbrlbllelbel. Coming soon: Romeo and Juliet!

"Oh, Juliet."

"Oh, Romeo. Catch!"

BOOM!

"Arrgh! Juliet! For the last time! Don't! Do that!"

"Sorry."

"Alright. Bring out the Auto-Romeo-Maker!"

"Auto-Romeo-Maker?" I asked, staring.

squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak...

POOF.

squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak...

"Ok, now we are going to try this again. And once again, NO MORE BOMB-THROWING."

"Okay."

"Oh, Juliet."

"Oh, Romeo. I, heheh, heheheheee... wuhawuowee... MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

BOOM!

"ARGH!"

"ARGH!" I yelled. "What's the point of this movie?"

"Well, most people watch it for fun. But in your case, it's to annoy you!"

"Grr..."

TBC...

Okay, peeps... I'm tired... very tired... it's now 12:45... I'm gonna leave it here and upload tomorrow, which means by the time you read this it'll be today, which means... Oh, what the hell. I'm too tired to write more. I'm probably not gonna update for a while, seing as we're right in the middle of test-week... WAH! Bye...

-Natsyourlord