A/N: Well, if you checked my profile page, you'd have seen that I was in Disney World with a friend until a few days ago. I only just now got around to updating, because my computer was having mental issues a few days ago. Seems our virus protection had expired.

Anyways, I didn't add any new Organization members into this chapter--I was too lazy to. But I did have fun writing it.

Braig and Demy get what they deserve. Ale does too, for what he does in this chapter. Wewt.

Oops... forgot to add Roxas in here as well... at least until the end. Eh--at least I didn't forget him completely.

Now read. Or... do whatever it is you do after clicking this link. I assume most people actually read the fic, but for all I know, you could just sit there, pick your nose, or practice on your bird calling.

Disclaimer: Oh yeah, you caught me in the act. Yup. I DO own Kingdom Hearts and such. -snort- Yeah, riiiiight. You should get the point by now.

It was at least twenty minutes later. Most likely thirty. And the butter was still coming. There was hardly an upright person in the lobby—most of them were slipping and sliding all over the place, and every person present had fallen down at least once.

Demy and Braig were setting the record for falling down about thirty-seven times each, seeing as they were nearest to the source of all the havoc.

"DO SOMETHING!" Braig demanded, clinging desperately to the counter as he attempted to stay standing.

Demy looked frantic. "Uh… er… eh…" He glanced back at the buttons on the popcorn machine, hurriedly pressing the jammed button for the butter again and again, as though hoping it would cause it to pop back out and un-jam itself.

Instead, the result was rather the opposite.

His finger slipped after trying to press the button again for the ninth time, instead smashing into the button that started making the popcorn, well… pop. And that button was smashed so hard that it, too, became jammed.

And so, the popcorn began to pop. Before anyone knew what was happening, it too was suddenly coming over the edge. Braig stopped scrambling to keep himself up, as the crunchy popcorn was at least easier for his shoes to grip. Demy, however, was holding his nose.

"Eeeewww… it's burnt."

Indeed it was. The popcorn machine was pumping out so many things that it was overheating itself. So the popcorn was starting to burn. And that nasty smell was wafting out throughout the entire lobby, causing the rest of the still-sliding people to pinch their noses as well.

Braig shot the musician a glare. "Demy… you're a freaking idiot," he grumbled, grabbing a handful of popcorn and chucking it at the boy's head.

Demy grinned sheepishly and returned his attention to the popcorn machine. He began probing his brain for some sort of solution on how to make the flow of butter and popcorn cease.

Blinking, he did the first thing that came to mind—grabbed a box of candy from behind the counter. Dumping out all the chocolatey goodness inside, he shoved it underneath the nozzle from which the butter was flowing.

He grinned triumphantly at Braig, who merely returned the gesture by scowling and pointing back to the box.

"… Awwww, man!" Demy whined. The butter had already filled up the box and was continuing on its path downward to the floor. Why the hell was it so hard to get a freaking thing of popcorn?

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Arlene was grinning wickedly. Oh, she wasn't doing anything too terrible—just paying Ale back for his pestering her on a daily basis.

So far, she'd been making about three annoying comments per minute.

And boy, was a certain red-head getting annoyed.

"Make it stoooooop!" Arlene begged, half-way standing up in her seat to turn and settle back down, so as to be facing Ale—and annoy the crap out of whomever was sitting behind them.

The turquoise-eyed boy slumped down in his seat. "No."

Arlene sighed. "But this is boring… not to mention completely psychotic. Who directed this movie anyways? Someone with mental problems?" she asked noisily.

Ale shot her a glare. He could suspect she was doing this on purpose. Oh, he'd get her back for it, he was certain of that much. He forced a grin on his face. "Sssssh! Others are trying to watch the movie!"

The people behind them could be heard muttering their agreement.

Arlene only grinned even more. "Since when have you ever given a care about the welfare of others?" She shifted in her seat once again, letting her feet rest on the chair in front of her. Hey, it was killing two birds with one stone! Annoying the crap out of the people behind and in front of them!

Ale thought for a minute. She wanted him to be annoyed with her right now… so he'd do the opposite. "Hmm… you're right. I don't care." He too leaned back in his seat, letting his shoes dangle right under the nose of whatever poor victim was sitting in front of them.

The person, who we shall randomly call Fred, turned around in his seat, looking positively fed up. "Do you mind? We are TRYING to watch the movie here!"

"Well I'm not in your path of vision."

"You're distracting me!"

"How so?"

"YOUR FEET ARE UNDER MY FREAKING NOSE!"

Ale grinned. "Aw, that's not distracting. THIS is distracting."

He leaned over to Arlene, who was grumbling at the fact that now he was the one enjoying tormenting people, and she was being left out. Without saying a word, he snatched the Ziploc bag sticking out of her carrying bag—she refused to call it a purse—that was full of potato chips. Yeah, she was one of those smart people who brought their own snacks, rather than be charged so much for something you'd eat during the previews and first thirty minutes of the movie anyways.

Face now lit up with glee, he opened the Ziploc bag up, and promptly dropped its contents right on top of Fred. Removing his feet from the back of the chair, he slumped down in his seat once more—this time from trying to stifle his laughter.

The blonde next to him looked thoroughly annoyed. "You're. Buying. Me. Another. Snack." The words came out practically like a growl.

"Or you'll do what?" He put his hands behind his head cockily.

A moment later, a loud "OW!" was heard. Apparently, a certain girl with anger issues had just elbowed a certain red-head in the ribs… hard. More people were heard hissing for them to shut up.

Ale put his hands up as a sign of defeat. "Okay, okay, I'll get your stupid snack!" he whispered. He then stood up and rushed out of the theater, muttering to himself as Arlene put her feet back on the edge of the chair in front of her, a smirk on her face.

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The lobby scene hit Ale like a flyswatter on steroids. He was unsure whether to sigh or burst out laughing when he saw Braig and Demy half-way buried in a constantly growing pile of popcorn that was slowly making its way from behind the counter.

Where were the movie theater employees during all of this? Eh. Playing poker in the Employee Lounge, most likely.

Ale walked up to the two of them, looking smug. "Just what in the world did you do?" He was still struggling to keep his laughter back.

Demy wormed his way out of the popcorn pile, rubbing his head embarrassedly. "Braig and I couldn't agree on what we wanted to get as a snack…"

The other boy snorted. "This wouldn't have happened if we'd gotten my nachos," he muttered.

The musician rolled his eyes. He sent a glare at Braig, crossing his arms indignantly. "Yeah, then everyone would be covered in cheese instead! Whoop-de-freaking-do!" Demy retorted. "If he hadn't wanted the nachos in the first place, I wouldn't have accidentally… gotten the button jammed. So this shit isn't all my fault!"

"Hmm…" Ale mumbled aloud, seemingly thinking the issue over. He then turned to Demy. "You know… you're really not good at cussing."

The blondish-brownish-haired boy's eye twitched.

A snort came from Braig. "Told you so."

Ale snickered for a moment, before turning to the source of all the chaos. "So… you're saying the button's jammed?" he asked, carefully making his way over to the popcorn machine.

"Er… buttons. You know… plural… more than one…" Demy admitted. "But… yeah. We tried everything to get it to stop and—" He was cut off right in the middle of his sentence.

Ale had just smacked the machine so hard, that it fizzled for a minute before the butter stopped flowing, and the popcorn stopped… popping. He wrinkled his nose, thus ruining his triumphant look of victory. "No more burnt popcorn smell," he confirmed.

Braig and Demy were both left speechless. Why hadn't they thought of that?

Suddenly, Joe, the manager, walked onto the scene. And Joe was a biiiig man.

The two other boys exchanged glances as Ale cursed at his misfortune to have had to come to the lobby at the worst possible time. Oh yeah… that was why.

Joe hardly seemed phased by the scene. "I'm assuming you have the munny to pay for the damages?" He cracked his knuckles once or twice for effect.

All three of them faltered. "Er…" Somehow, none of them thought that their snack munny was going to pay this off.

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Arlene roared with laughter. "Let me get this straight… those two flooded the lobby with popcorn and butter…" she started, unable to hold back a snigger. "And then… you hit it so hard, you knocked it out of order?"

Just going back over the events had the girl back into another fit of uncontrollable giggles.

Ale tried his best to stay calm. She was enjoying this way too much, in his opinion. "Will you help us clean up or not?" he asked, clutching a mop in one hand, and a bucket of water in the other hand. The bucket with water was held out away from him a little further than necessary.

The blonde considered for a moment, cocking her head to one side. "…You get my snack?"

"Heh… nope," he replied hesitantly.

"Then I'm out of here!" Arlene remarked cheerfully, striding out of the movie theater without a second glance.

Ale's eyes widened. "But… but… we need more help to clean all of this up!" He dropped to his knees then and there, eyeing a nearby wall and pondering if he should bang his head on it. After all… it was a loooooooong night ahead of them.

His eyes brightened as Roxas walked up. "Roxas, buddy!" He stood back up, brushing himself off. "You're going to help out, aren't 'cha?"

Roxas took one look at the pile of popcorn and grinned. "You know... I really should be getting around to doing that math homework... you know, it's a new school and all that I'm at, and this math class they put me in... I just didn't understand at all."

Ale paused. "You were put into a class lower than the one you were in at your old school, because we didn't offer a class at your level!" he shouted, after a minute.

The blond simply flashed another grin and rushed out of the theater. Ale eyed the wall again.

Demy was currently following Elaeus. "Aheh… you'll help us out… right?"

Elaeus scanned over the scene. There was still popcorn everywhere, and the butter had left yellow stains all over the floor. Hats and lipstick and who knows what else also littered the floor, having become separated from their owners in all the slipping and sliding.

He smiled slightly, before also heading out the door.

"…Shit," Demy moaned, leaning against his own mop.

Braig shot him a look of hatred. "Shut up. Start cleaning… and stop cussing. You're still not good at it."

A/N: Ah. I feel so sorry for those people trying to watch the movie. Partially because after one look at the title, it's obvious that that movie must have sucked beyond belief. And partially because they couldn't get snacks and couldn't watch the movie.

I have big ideas for the next chapter or two. Can you say 'possibly-sadistic-girl-drags-water-avoiding-boy-to-water-park'? Wow... that's a mouthful. Whatever. You don't have to say it. But it could be coming up. Yeaaaah... amazing the ideas going to Disney's Blizzard Beach for the first time gives me.

Oh, and about Ale's little aversion to water... well, he gets fire powers as a Nobody... opposite of fire is water... all that jazz. I figured it would be funny to make him have a little almost-phobia. But hey, that's just my own screwed sense of humor.

Once again--not updating without five reviews. You're all so good to me when it comes to reviews, so that shouldn't be a problem. Never in my wildest dreams did I picture that this result of my utter boredom would become a pretty big hit.

So yeah, a HUGE thanks to all of you reviewing this. I'd give you cookies, but I already ate them. Yup. Never said I was that nice. Just said you were.

Read and review, just read and review. 'Cause you know I won't stop bugging you about it until you do. Oh... crap... I didn't mean to rhyme there. And now I'll stop wasting space..