A/N: All right, everyone, there are a few things that need to be said.

Number one: I am about to get a kitten, which means I have to spend all my time with the kitten. Which means I won't be able to update. HOWEVER! That does NOT mean that Truth Be Told will end! It merely means that Rocket 2014 will be continuing for us.

Number two: I'm gonna change my username. Don't be surprised if Rocket2014 starts saying that Tzigane-Akiko helped instead of Xiannodel, because that shall be my new name. Same writer, different name. Yeah.

Number three: THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS!

On with what you actually came here to read, hmm? Sorry it's so short, but I'm so busy . . . Rocket2014 will be updating ASAP.

Jazz's POV:

It was early in the morning . . . and I had a job to do.

Armed with assorted 'weapons' such as pillows, blankets, and a feather (don't ask), I took deep breaths as I faced down my foe . . .

. . . a sleeping Danny Fenton.

Oh, I've always hated early morning wake-up routines. Actually . . . used to. Now, it's really quite enjoyable. His metabolism has lowered, plus he's always exhausted, so my little bro makes no sense. I record him, and it's so very entertaining on a rainy day!

I grinned as I opened the door. My prey was stretched out along his bed, wrapped tightly in his blankets. As I aproached, the prey merely continued to snore. Time for the ultimate weapon . . . begin countdown to liftoff . . . . 5 . . . . 4 . . . . 3 . . . . 2 . . . . 1 . . . .

BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBA!!!! BAMBA BAM! BAM!!! I banged two very large pots together as loudly as I could.

Toldja it was liftoff.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Danny jumped a good five feet into the air. However, as per usual, he misjudged the distance between him . . . and the edge of the bed.

BAM!

"Jaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzz . . ." Danny growled, lying facedown on his floor. " . . . . I dun want da chickenzzz . . . zzzzzzz . . . "

"Danny! Time to wake up!" I sang, chipper as always when it came to waking up my brother.

"Ugh . . . five more minutes, Mom . . ."

"Not Mom. Jazz. Jazz of the InterGalactic Randomness Society. Captain of the InterGalactic Randomness Society."

"Hmph. One by one, the penguins must be driving me insane now . . ." Danny grumbled, crawling back into his bed.

Here is where the pillows come into play. I raised one over my head, grinning maliciously. With a not-so-fluffy-sounding poof, I whamed it onto my brother's head. This was repeated several times, using all of my three pillows. Groaning, Danny escaped by turning invisible. Darn him . . . time for the blankets!

I threw those at random. One draped over his body, sitting up in bed. Unsheathing my feather, I crept closer. Danny had just given up on invisibility, and his bare foot stuck out from under the edge of the blankets. This will be gloriously satisfying . . .

"Ahahahahahahaha! Stopstopstop hahahahahahaha stopstopstopstop hahahahahaha!"

"Nuh-uh! If I did, I'd have to chain you to the wall, knock you out and BURN YOU TO A CRISP WITH A FLAMETHROWER!!!"

" . . . you have a flamethrower?"

"Just . . . get out of bed already, you psycho . . ."

"You say that like it's a bad thing to be psycho . . ."

. . . oh, yes, this will be going on my MP3 as soon as I can get onto the Fenton Computer . . .

And then I'll try to analyze Danny again.

Poor thing . . . . after my kind of torture, he needs my help . . .