I'm gonna crash, so this'll be the only update tonight; sorry, y'all! This was prompted by Chet!

"…he sits right here, we need to aim for him; we need to get him out of the way first. We don't call out war until he is out of the way. Once he's gone, we go in, hitting anybody we can see. Whether they're ours or our enemies; we get them, we need to get this one done." Jerome tapped the spot the man sat on the map, looking up at Alfie seriously. "We will win this war; no doubt. That's our strong point, sneak attacks. This will finish it. This battle will finish the war once in for all."

"Ready?" Jerome asked lowly as he and Alfie walked down the pathway to the battlefield.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Alfie replied, looking around.

The two barely moved their lips, making it seem like they were just walking.

"Alright, you handle the first part of the plan; I'll take it from there." Jerome instructed.

"Got it," Alfie gave a small nod and the two parted ways.

Alfie took his position at the right side of the battlefield, with a perfect view of his target. Jerome took his place as well, next to a table near the entrance, and brushed his bangs out of his eyes. Alfie saw the movement, the signal, and took the container out of his bag. Removing the weapon, he raised his arm in preparation to fire. He aimed, and in one fluid motion, flung the object at his target. The man fell back in his chair as the ball hit him square in the face, macaroni and cheese splattering everywhere. (REVIEW PLEASE!) Jerome smirked when Mr. Sweet stumbled to get up and then glared at the students that had turned to him and snickered. When Sweety was out of the courtyard Jerome raised his hand, which was filled with mashed potatoes, he flung it with all his might at Mick. Mick's head flew back in surprise and from the force of the hit, and looked around. His eyes landed on the only person near him with mashed potatoes, Evan, and threw his macaroni at him. Alfie sucked in a quick breath when Evan fell out of his chair onto the concrete.

"Woah, mate, what did I do?" Evan exclaimed, wiping the cheese from his face roughly.

"You threw mashed potatoes at me!" Mick glowered.

"No I didn't! I hate mashed potatoes,"

"They're on your tray," Mick growled.

"That's Jeremiah's tray," Evan informed him coldly.

"Oh, really," Mick raised his arm with macaroni in his hand again, and slammed it into Jeremiah's chest.

Jeremiah stood from his seat and flung spaghetti at Mick, but he ducked and it hit Eddie in the back of the head. And that's where everything went haywire. Food was flying everywhere, some people were on the ground trying to crawl out of the battle zone, and some were just walking away as calmly as they could. Jerome slipped out unnoticed. As he and Alfie passed by each other, heading their separate ways, they high-fived.

"Well done, mate." Alfie complimented.

"You too, Alf," Jerome smirked.

Yeah, see, I had to make sure I didn't make this like my first food fight drabble. This one was longer and was way funnier in my opinion! Yeah, I put a review A/N in there. A lot of people don't review, and sometimes I think people don't read my author's notes...so...

Hope ya liked it! I have two more drabbles to do tomorrow, so why don't you guys send in some prompts so you'll (hopefully) get more? Good idea, right? Our neighbor hood's having it's yearly garage sail thing goin' on tomorrow, so I'll be helpin' out with that. But I will try to get as many drabbles as I can up tomorrow, but y'all have to prompt!

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-Rachel