AN: Okay, let's go. Thanks to anyone who read and reviewed the first two chapters. Onward!

Disclaimer: I still don't own the teen titans, and I don't own the song Teenagers.

STORYTIME!

(About 5 days later)

Annabel looked around the crowded warehouse. She had lost sight of the Titans long ago and was looking for her brother, who had been released from the hospital. He had to stay on crutches for a while, and wasn't allowed to fight until he had the use of both legs, which pissed him off greatly.

The music was extremely loud, thank god for soundproof walls. The normal warehouse lights had been turned off and replaced with dim, color-changing lights. When she had arrived at the party at eight pm, she had at first been relieved that the team was coping so well. The feeling didn't last long.

Happy Birthday, Jimmy. She thought sadly. You would've loved the party.

She continued looking around. Kyle and Cyborg seemed to be in a passive-aggressive war over who the DJ was. Annabel was actually pretty sure that Beast Boy was the DJ at the moment, but she wasn't going to say anything.

She gave up on her search and retreated to the far corner of the warehouse, passing Robin and Starfire dancing on her way there.

The back of the warehouse wasn't as loud and there were less people back there. Rows of chairs had been set up along the perimeter of the building. She collapsed in one of the chairs and took in her surroundings. She could see Raven on the other side of the warehouse, attempting to read over the noise. She still couldn't find her brother.

She was suddenly aware of what song had begun playing, Kyle's doing no doubt. It had been Jim's favorite song.

They're gonna clean up your looks

with all the lies and the books

to make a citizen out of you

Because they sleep with a gun

and keep an eye on your son

so they can watch all the things you do

Annabel zoned out for a few moments. She and Jim had both loved rock music, and one of their favorite bands was My Chemical Romance. She'd once asked why that song was his favorite.

"Cause I recognize that we're making a horrible reputation for ourselves, but I'm having a fucking great time in the process." He'd said with a smirk.

Annabel was suddenly jolted back to reality by a major realization.

She ran through the crowd, conveniently finding Kyle talking to Robin, who was standing beside the other titans.

"C'mon, war meeting. Now."

"Now?!"

"Yes, now! Grab the others!" She grabbed their wrists and pulled them through the crowd. As they were hauled away, Robin grabbed Starfire, Starfire grabbed Cyborg, Cyborg grabbed Beast Boy, and Beast Boy grabbed Raven. Kyle similarly acquired a trail of councilors behind him. The whole ensemble was followed by Tim, who had given up on keeping up with them on his crutches and had somehow gotten his hands on a rather fast wheelchair that seemed to have...were those rockets?...attached to it.

They said those teenagers scare the living shit outta me!

They could care less, as long as someone'll bleed!

So tuck in your clothes

I'll strike a violent pose!

Maybe they'll leave you alone,

but not me!

Everyone gathered in the war room. "Couldn't this have waited till after the party?" Mark whined.

"No." Annabel said sternly. Then she grinned, unable to contain her excitement. "I think I've figured out how to beat the Kingdom."

Everyone sat up a little straighter.

"What's the plan?" Cyborg asked.

"I realized that we've been doing this all wrong! We've been thinking logically, and making predictable, mature decisions."

"What's your point?" Rick asked.

"My point is, we're acting like adults!"

"So?" Kyle said.

"But that's the problem, we're NOT adults! They've expected us to try to beat them at their own game since day one. They knew that we would make logical decisions, because that's how wars are foughtwon. Correct?"

The assembled heroes muttered agreement. Annabel could see in a few of their expressions that they'd figured out what her plan was.

Raven, among others, was looking at her like she'd gone batshit crazy.

"We need to stop pretending to be adults, and act our age!" Annabel finished. No one said anything for a few moments.

"They would never expect it." Tim said, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"It's crazy...but it makes sense." Beast Boy said.

The rest of the heroes seemed to be warming up to the idea, grinning and nodding in agreement.

"Okay," Annabel said, with a slightly mischievous smile, "we need a few ideas."

Within minutes, the war room was filled with excited shouts as ideas bounced back and forth like ping pong balls, getting more and more wild and eccentric by the second.

"Wait," Beast Boy said with a grin, "what if we called..."

AN: I wonder if anyone will be able to guess the mystery guest at the end? I'm not dropping that many clues, but if you figure it out then you get a hug from the adorable, six-year-old Mikey. Review if you liked this chapter, if you don't care than you can just go do whatever you want.