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Cap'n Quinn

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Little Miss Sparrow

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Rabid Lawn Gnome (YAY! A NEW REVIEWER! )

Let's Begin, Shall We? Duh! OF COURSE WE SHALL!

Jack, Ana, Liz, and Will T. decided to meet up at the Turner's after they went home and changed. Will Smith had decided to go home instead due to some sort of mischeif he wanted to do in order to get on Carlton's nerves.

Will T. was dressed in a red muscle shirt and some baggy jeans, Ana was wearing a white lace top that showed her stomach and she wore a long blood red skirt, Lizzie chose to wear a powder blue dress that came down to her knees and exposed her bare shoulders, and Jack wore a Falcon's jersey with some baggy black pants; all four of them were in the kitchen.

"Um...why are we in your kitchen, Will?"

"Because, Jack, I need to get some weapons so we can go on our mission."

Jack cocked an eyebrow, "What mission?"

"Hold on." Will picked up the radio that sat on the counter and plugged it in, sitting it on the kitchen table. He put in a cd and evil dramatic music began to play, "We are going on the world's most deadliest mission known to mankind! Mwahahaha! It will test our skills and agility, a fight so dangerous that-"

Elizabeth turned off his music, "He needs to get rid of the rat in his living room."

"Oh thanks a lot, love," Will whined, "I almost had them so worked up to the point where Jack would start biting his fingernails!"

Jack lowered his hands from almost reaching his mouth, and placing them behind his back; he glared at Turner, "I do not bite my fingernails."

Will smirked, "Just like how you don't watch sappy romance movies before bed?"

"Hey, how do you-" He stopped himself and looked around at the curious faces of Ana and Liz, "I mean...Will, you're such an idiot." Will chuckled slightly before turning back to Elizabeth and sticking his tongue out in a childish manner.

"You never let me have any fun."

"That's my job, Sweetness."

"So," Ana chimed in, "how do you propose we get rid of the wanna-be King Kong?" A sneaky smile slowly crossed over Lizzie's face as she watched Jack toy with his hair.

"I think I have pretty good idea."

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"Why me, Elizabeth?"

"Because I am a woman, Jack, and whatever a woman says goes. If the man does not cooperate, he's basically comitting suicide. Now move it!" Elizabeth shoved Sparrow into the living room while she, Will, and Ana watched from the doorway.

"This is never gonna work." Will mumbled quietly, "Jack couldn't pass as a female rat, even if his life depended on it."

"Why not?" Ana began, "He knows how to pass as a female dog without any problems." Liz and Will giggled quietly. They turned back to watch the scene that was taking place before them.

Jack had on a grey sweatshirt and matching sweatpants, his hair was in two long pigtails on either side of his head, compliments to Anamaria, fake whiskers made from yarn were taped above his mouth, two buck teeth made from Chicklet gum stuck out and sat on his bottom lip, and a long red cord served as his tail; he crawled on all fours to the creature. He had no idea how he was going to do this, so he just started squeaking in a falsetto voice. The rat jumped onto the floor in fright, and then hissed in Jack's direction, pawing at him.

"Er...squeak, squeaky, squeaky, squeak?" The rat did nothing but simply flashed his teeth again, so Jack tried something else, "Tusqueak hablas squeaks espanol squeaker?"

"SQUEAK!" Jack startled at the outburst.

"Si, eh? Squeak squeaka squeaken squeak?"

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!" It warily walked closer to Jack and snuggled up against his arm. He turned back to Will, Ana, and Liz with a triumphant smile, "And that, ladies and gentlman...I think, is how you woo a rat." As soon as Jack stopped speaking in his falsetto squeaks and turned off the TV, the rat changed its behavior and jumped away from Sparrow.

"Squeeeeeeeak!" It screeched. Jack was frightened now.

"See," Will said from his spot by the two women, "I told you. Never mess with a spanish rat's soaps."

"Uh, that may be it too," Ana said, "But I think it knows that Jack is a boy."

"Squeaker squeak squeaker squeakle?" Jack tried to reason with it, but he must have said something wrong this time because the rat had now pounced onto Sparrow's head. It chewed and pawed at his hair. "Whoa! Bad squeaky, bad!" He tried to get the creature off of his head, but it was stuck in his wild mane. Will, Liz, and Ana ran into the room to help him get the mighty Rat Kong off of Sparrow's head. "I can tell this must be a woman!" Jack announced as he and the others tried to set him free.

"How?" Will asked.

"Because it's so blasted overly emotional! I say one wrong thing, and my head is its new entree!" As soon as the word 'emotional' left his mouth, Ana and Liz let go.

"Um, Ana? Did he just say that women were...overly emotional?"

"Mm-hmm. He sho did, girl."

"Oh! F'get you too, Sparrow!" Ana and Liz took a seat on the couch and watched with mild amusement as the two males still struggled to get Jack free.

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It had taken a good four to five minutes for Will to help get the rat out of Jack's forest, but they did it, and Will literally kicked it out the door. "Hey!" He shouted out the door, thinking the rat would hear him, "The next time I see yo scrawny little behind back on my couch, watching my television, you'll find yourself kissing my sledgehammer! Hey, I'm talkin' to you, you filthy, dirty, good-for-nothin', diseased horsed lookin', nasty li'l carcass!" The rat stopped running and charged back at Will. "I was just kidding!" He apologized, slamming the door shut before she could come back in and show him just how much she could be a filthy, dirty, good-for-nothin', diseased horsed lookin', nasty li'l carcass.

"Remember Will," Jack informed after ridding himself of his horrid costume, "Hell hath no fury like a ticked off hispanic rat woman."

"Shut up." Will tossed a pillow at his face before speaking to all of them, "So what do you guys wanna do, now that we have some free time?"

"I don't know," Jack commented, "Oh! I know, let's play your Sims 2 game!"

"Yeah! What do you say, girls?" Will asked, looking at Ana and Liz.

Liz spoke up first, "I don't know, aren't you worried that we would act overly emotional while we play?" Will and Jack exchanged looks. Turner pointed an accusing finger at Sparrow while he looked at Ana and Liz, "He said it."

"Boy, don't even start! You were backin' me up the whole time, and I swear if you don't get that deformed looking sausage that you call a finger out of my face, I'll jam it straight up your butthole until you start singing the Halleluja Chorus song!"

"Oh really? Well, I'll punch you so hard, that when you get back up, you'll be speaking in Tounges!" Will demonstrated this by rolling his eyes back and sticking his tongue out, lapping it back, forth, up, and down really fast.

"I'd like to see that, pretty boy!"

"Eunuch!"

"Butt licker!"

"Babboon!"

"Crap stain!"

"Man boob!"

Ana and Lizzie had been sitting on the couch, watching this verbal match like a tennis performance before Elizabeth got bored and turned to Ana, "Sims?"

Ana nodded, "Please do."

Author Gibberish That Nobody Reads: Not my best chapter, I know, but it's all I could think of. PLEASE DON'T BE DISAPPOINTED! (tear) Also, I'm perfectly aware that this was way to short, so don't bring it up! If you do...you'll make me cry and lock myself in my room until I'm 100 and something years old. But, I'd come out on July 7 to see POTC 2; it's a very important day.

Luv Fo Eva,

jackNanamaria

Spanish Translation For Chapter Two (I forgot all about this!)

Oh Gregorio, no! Me queres tu! - Oh Gregorio, no! I love you!

Pero, no me queres tu, Maresella. Me mientes. - But, I don't love you, Marsella. You lied to me.

No, Gregorio, Patricia miente! No te menti! Por favor, Gregorio, POR FAVOR- No, Gregorio, Patricia lied! I didn't lie to you! Please, Gregorio, PLEASE!

Lo siento, Marsella, pero tu nunca has sido honesta conmigo. Yo...yo tengo que dejar te. Adios Marsella.- I'm sorry, Marsella, but you were never honest with me. I...I must leave you. Goodbye Marsella.

NO! GREGORIO!- NO! GREGORIO!

(english babble)

Lo siento, Gregorio, lo siento. LO SIENTO! I'm sorry, Gregorio, I'm sorry. I'M SORRY!

Por favor, amor, me queres tu! No! No! No!- Please, my love, I love you! No! No! No!