A/N: Hey again all! Thanks to Crizzy4RFR, QuenyaAnarya, jhhhhjfjk89, and Allie-Dee for the wonderful reviews! It still warms my heart to hear what all my faithful readers think! The good thoughts, and the bad thoughts. Thanks for reading all, reviewers and nonreviewers alike :) Anyway on to part 7! (and you know I got the craziest idea, maybe I should put the date of publishing on all future chapters starting now!)

Part 7: Backfire

It was a weak later, Friday, and Lily, Robbie, and Travis waited anxiously for Ray's arrival to the underground within the next 20 minutes in order for them to start the show. They had agreed to meet half an hour before the show to decide the topics, but, as always, Ray was late. The others had gone ahead and discussed the show even without Ray present. He might never show up, and they needed to be prepared.

"So, Lily, what do you think about plugging in one of your songs after the "Ask Question Mark" segment?" Robbie asked.

Lily quickly flipped through her notebook of songs, but didn't find anything that was suitable for public presentation, "Hmm…I don't see anything goo…wait here's something." She hadn't him a rough copy of a song she'd written before she decided what song to play for Ray that night.

Robbie studied the song for a few moments, not understanding it's meaning at all, but liking it none the less. "This looks great, Lily!" He beamed at her and handed the sheet to Travis.

Travis laughed.

"What's so funny?" Robbie asked.

Travis cast a glance in Lily's direction, "Nothing's funny." Travis assured him.

Robbie wasn't completely convinced, but before he could respond someone burst into the underground. Standing in the doorway, which wasn't very smart considering the door came around and smacked him in the behind, was a very red Ray. And by red I mean dripping in barbecue sauce. Robbie and Lily stared with their mouths open as wide as possible from shock and utter confusion.

"What happened?" Robbie asked.

"I told you it wasn't a good idea, Ray." Travis spoke intelligibly.

"Shut it, Strong!" Ray huffed angrily through a mouth full of the barbecue sauce.

"Tim is a powerful beast; you are no match for him," Travis stated, "and besides he's had more practice than you."

"Maybe," Ray agreed with a shrug.

"You still didn't answer my question, Ray." Robbie noted.

Ray sighed, "Yeah uh you guys remember I told you about Tim super gluing my shoes to the floor, right?"

"Yeah," Lily and Robbie said in unison.

"This is gonna be good," Travis smiled.

Ray shot him an angry look, "Well anyway I finally came up with a way to get him back."

"And what was that?" Travis asked in an 'I told you so' tone.

Ray ignored him, "Well uh I was gonna dump a bucket of barbecue sauce on him, but umm it sort of…backfired."

"It backfired?" Robbie asked.

"Yeah," Ray sounded ashamed and embarrassed.

"He got you good," Lily laughed. "Oh and Ray I'd punch you, but I'd rather not be dipping my hand in barbecue sauce."

"Thanks Lily, I think." Ray looked unsure.

"What are friends for?" Lily shrugged.

"You guys wanna help me get back at my brother?" Ray asked.

"No!" The others shouted loudly.

"Fine," Ray huffed, "but he hid more than covered me in barbecue sauce…" Ray trailed off.

"He damaged your ego, poor little Ray," Travis mocked him.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself…Swami," Ray blurted out purposefully.

"Guys stop it!" Lily screamed, "RFR starts in 2 minutes!"

Travis looked at the clock and then scrambled to get his headphones, "Ray if we miss the starting mark…"

"I know, I know, I'm dead." Ray waved his arms in surrender.

The others quickly took seats as Swami motioned the countdown with his fingers.