Hey my fuzzies! Thanx for the totally awesome reviews. The Cedar Point chapter is taking longer than I expected so here's a kind of teaser to hold you over until I get my lazy ass up and writing. Maureen's so mean. Cackle, cackle.

And I do not own them! I swear! And I don't have any of them tied up in my basement. Really I don't! (Be quiet you guys) Seriously!

"Hey Mark pass me the Twizzlers," Maureen called back. It was 9:30 the next morning and they were on the road again. Just can't wait to get on the road again…sorry.

"I'm not talking to you and no,"he snapped.

"Oh come on Pookie, get over it!" she laughed. "Stop being such a baby!"

"I'm not being a baby!" he yelled. Then on a second thought he grabbed the bag of licorice. "I'll give them to you if you give me the picture."

"Oh yeah, real mature," Roger smirked. Mark gave him the finger.

"Fine, here," Maureen said, "Geez, all you had to do was ask." Mark took the picture and gave her the bag, looking suspicious. Then he ripped up the Polaroid with more ferocity than any of them thought the scrawny filmmaker was capable of.

"…especially since that wasn't even the good one!" Maureen added brightly pulling another photo out of her pocket. Mark gave a strangled yell and lunged for it, but Mimi snatched it out of Maureen's hand before he could get it. Laughing she held it out of his reach.

"You know that eye shadow I bought for Angel actually really doeslooks better on you Mark."

"Hey!" Angel protested. Mimi showed her the picture. The drag queen studied it.

"Yeah, okay."

"I gotta see it again," Joanne grabbed it and glanced at the image while on the road.

Mark. With violet eye shadow, mascara, blush and lipstick. Yeah. This one was a keeper.

"I hate you all!"

"We love you too Mark!"

I promise to get you the rest soon. Reviews make me sing!