Last time, it was Angel's late birthday party at the cleverly named Laserdildo. The only problem was that it was storming outside, and the lightning bolts, thunder, and darkness didn't help much either. From drenching people's clothes, to traffic jams and accidents, to Spencer getting his dick stricken by lightning bolts, the storm just got worse and worse to where there was a power outage. While one half was safe in the room the party was in, the other half, Kishy, Logan, David, Heather, Sammi, Eric, Andrew, Jakob, Kane, Ben, Jagger, and Anthony were late and got in the elevator just as the power went out and they were only able to make it to the fifth floor. Luckily, Angel had a plan after a while after the power outage occurred. Lindsay, Jack, Stacy, and Cole had to help try and pry the elevator door open, Erman, Spencer, Angel, and Sarina had to find the source of the power and attempt to fix it, and Isaac, Amina, Autumn, Sami, and Tyanna had to find any light sources that would help make both their jobs easier. After a few hours of funny events and waiting, Stacy's twerking eventually got the twelve out and they continued Angel's thirteenth birthday... after Kishy and Andrew nearly killed Sammi for her prank.

It was midnight for everyone living in the summer house. Jagger outside to sleep in the dog house after Isaac got drunk during movie night and tried to rape everyone. Kishy told him to be lenient with the alcohol, but Isaac cleverly responded 'fuck you you edgy hipster,' and drank away. Since he was a dog, he couldn't hold any objects or throw, meaning he could only scratch, bite, or punch someone, and Isaac would probably grab him since the Canadian was half his size. Actually everyone was. Jagger didn't have a problem sleeping in the dog house Erman made for him out of onions. Sure it made him cry a lot but it was worth it. It didn't bother the dog until he was awoken by a growl.

Grumble grrrr... it took a while, but Jagger woke up. He got into a fighting position, thinking it was another dog, but after a few moments of staring at the backyard's breezy trees, he looked down and realized that it was his stomach.

Oh shit, did Chad steal my dog food again? Jagger heard a rustle in the grass and saw Chad climbing over the fence like a $p00ky spider, but he was too tired to chase after the homeless Nintendo fanboy. Maybe there's some food inside... Jagger thought, heading his way still half-asleep to the back door which led to the kitchen.

Luckily Amina had put a special red doggy door so Jagger could enter and vacate easily. Jagger sluggishly walked into the dark kitchen. The poor homosexual in denial couldn't see much despite having night vision, and the fact he was not fully awake didn't help much.

"Ah... the fridge..." Jagger told himself, accidentally falling into a pile of dildos Isaac tried to trap Kane in. Not aware he was in a pile of fabulous sparkly dildos, he grabbed one and tried to eat it until he finally realized what it was.

The shoe collecting dog finally made it to the fridge, but had no plan to get the fridge open. About to give up, Jagger looked down and heard his stomach rumble again. Ugh I have to try.

Stupid humans, what the fuck do they think we are, animals?! Jagger thought. He also wasn't very bright, awake or asleep.

Jagger tried to find something in the kitchen that would help open the refrigerator door until he saw the outline of what he thought was a rope and a candy cane tied together. Waddling over to the counter next to the sink, he grabbed the rope which was luckily hanging off of the counter and had an idea.

Okay, maybe I can use my mouth to throw this rope. The candy cane will go around the door handle and all I'll have to do is pull with all my weight... Jagger thought up. He spun his head to get used to holding the rope with his mouth and when the rope was spinning high enough, he trusted his head forward and to his horror, it didn't go around the fridge door handle. He heard a glass break.

Instead of going around the door handle, it broke the microwave's glass and punctured a dent into the number pad, rendering it as useless.

...oh shit! I think it broke the microwave glass. Jagger thought, becoming a bit more aware. When he examined the broken microwave, he decided it would be too obvious to see what has happened, so Jagger grabbed the rope again and walked over to what appeared to be where it was sitting on before Jagger moved it. Since Jagger was too tired and to much of a lazy asshole to jump and just place it on the counter, he threw it, and it broke another object.

Jagger squinted his eyes and realized he had also broken the oven's glass as well. The dog jumped on the counter to try and retrieve the rope without damaging any more glass, but after Jagger got it unstuck, it came flying over to him. Not wanting to die, Jagger ducked and it broke a few glasses.

...fuck it, I better... run... Jagger yawned. He was way to tired to walk anymore, so he walked over to the kitchen table where the twenty-five had had their banquet and hopped on top of one of the cushioned kitchen chairs and fell right asleep, not even giving a single damn about the things he had just broken.

Everyone had just woken up and ran down the sets of stairs to get to the kitchen. Ahead of the line, Lindsay spoke up "AW YEAH PANCAKES!" Lindsay shouted, running in her pajamas to the kitchen with the others behind her. It was 7:32am and a nice Saturday morning.

"I have some TPP if anyone wants to watch instead of eating," Jakob pointed out, running with his tablet under his arm.

"No fuck you I want some fried eggs, fried pancakes, fried waffles, and fried orange juice," Kane looked over at Jakob trying to get ahead of the thirteen year old.

"How the hell does fried orange juice even work?" Logan asked Kane, confused.

"Yeah, we haven't had breakfast in days since we've always been in a hurry to get to places," Kishy nodded.

Tyanna smiled and looked over at Kishy. "Well, we have nothing else better to do at the moment, right? Finally we can devour some food!"

Just then, everyone stopped by the doorway of the kitchen. Everything appeared normal since the fridge was blocking their vision of the broken microwave and oven. Everyone walked farther inside the kitchen.

Scooting around back and forth grabbing their ingredients for their long-awaited breakfasts, Jakob was the first one done since he wanted to watch the Twitch Plays Vietnamese Crystal special. He had planned a long time for it, making his waffles the night before. All he needed to do was heat it up, but as he got closer...

"Hey, the microwave is broken, like someone broke the glass!" Jakob announced to everyone in alert.

"And the oven too, as well as this rope with a harvest utility knife attached to it. It's like someone tried to-... huh?" Kishy looked down and saw Jagger fast asleep on a pillowy mat by her feet. He must have sleep-walked over to the mat overnight!

"Jagger!" Tyanna snapped, bending over to shake Jagger up.

"Ungh... wha...? No mom, the Nike brand dildo not the shitty Walmart... ones..." Jagger woke up and when he opened one eye, he noticed the other twenty-four hovering over him with either angry or disappointed looks in their faces. "Uh oh..."

"Jagger, what happened in here?!" Amina spoke up first, with a pissed off look in her face.

"Yea, thanks to you I can't bake my Apple Jack cookies!" Spencer held up a pan of unbaked cookie dough.

"Jagger, are you aware of how many days we have gone without eating much?!" Lindsay threatened to throw her pancakes at Jagger.

Sammi spoke up next. "Yeah Jagger, I mean how come you aren't that hungry?! You should be biting chairs and doing... well... normal dog things to show you're hungry!"

"Um... well... I've kind have been... using your money... to buy a life time supply of meat..." Jagger got quiet with each pause.

Everyone's eyes widen with fury.

"Jagger!" Amina tried to keep her cool.

"JAGGER, WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?" Kishy snapped.

"Wowwww," Andrew facepalmed.

"FUCK. Dude, without an oven or a microwave we can't eat breakfast, or anything for that matter that would fill us up," Ben pointed out, trying to keep calm as well.

"Yeah, we'd have to depend on places like IHOP. Not that I have anything wrong with IHOP, but going there or any other restaurant for every single thing we want would get tiring after a while," Jack pointed out.

"We're not letting you eat this secret stash of food and just watch the rest of us starve. But what are we going to do now?" Ben turned his head around to see if anyone had ideas.

Hm... Isaac thought. He then noticed the stack of newspapers on the table that had came the night before and remembered something to do with earning money that he threatened to use on Jagger.

"YEAH YOU STUPID MEXICA- huh...? Isaac, where are you going?" Lindsay turned her head over to see Isaac walking over to the kitchen table and grabbing a specific article in the newspaper. "What's that?"

Everyone else including Jagger turned to face Isaac.

"Heh... hey guys..." Isaac looked up after a few seconds of seeing if the newspaper was the right one. "I think we just might have a solution..."

"Come on, spit it out. What is it, a dildo order form?" Kishy asked, rolling her eyes.

"No but they have one. Want it?"

"Eughhh no."

"Okay," Isaac shook his head and looked back down at the newspaper. "This might be a punishment for Jagger and a solution... this evening at 5:30pm, there is going to be a local dog show and the winner gets a Bertazzoni Heritage Range oven, a Bertazzoni Design Over the Range microwave, and a Cuisinart Touch-to-Toaster!"

"WOAH, don't you know how much that all together would cost? It would take my gang and I ages to steal that much money!" Stacy's jaw almost fell to the floor.

"no please don't," Jagger's eyes widen in fear.

"Yeah, it would be fun come to think of it. We can all add our personal touches to Jagger and make him a little bit of all of us," Kishy explained, smirking at how ridiculous Jagger would look.

"No, I swear..." Jagger sobbed, opening a bottle of some shitty Bud Light.

"He can wear my ballchoker!" Isaac gasped, masturbating with no shame in front of everyone.

Jagger's eyes got wider and he cringed in fear as he ran to the corner of the kitchen. "No, this is ANIMAL ABUSE."

"And we'll all be in the news! You guys do know the local news station broadcasts this live every year on our state's channel," Sami announced to everyone, causing Kishy, Autumn, and Tyanna to laugh even more at the idea of Jagger wearing some ridiculous costume.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jagger sobbed at the thought of one of the girls making him wear makeup or a dress or unstylish shoes.

"I personally think this would be a fair punishment for Jagger," Ben began. "I mean, we basically get better than what we already had, and Jagger gets his punishment. Right?"

"Ayyy ya Ben," Heather replied, holding up an E.T. Halloween costume for Jagger to wear. Isaac ran away as Heather held it up.

"Yes, I have the perfect pair stilettos for Jagger. My mom bought me them, but I hate open toed shoes so this is a great chance to put them to use," Lindsay smirked, dropping a pair of black stilettos in front of Jagger.

Eric turned around and grabbed a Lopunny playboy costume. "Heheh..."

"fml ;-;" Jagger sobbed.

The day went by normally, but Jagger was left alone inside the house. He just now noticed it at 11:34pm that the other twenty-four were gone. He was in the computer room just discovering gay pornography when he realized it.

"Ohhh, mmm you do this so well~ when will the other twenty-two 'cum' in here? ;D" the man getting penetrated in Jagger's porn said to the other.

"my god i realized the others are gone," Jagger told himself, pausing his porn. Just as the dog finished watching and trying to stop his boner, he heard the doorbell ring. After turning off the computer, he jumped off his chair, tucked it under the desk, and ran all the stairs down to reach the front door.

Jagger looked through the doggy door's peephole that Amina had made for him and saw all of his friends holding at least one bag in each of their hands. Jagger ran west of the room to move the chair over to the door so he could reach and unlock it.

Creak! "Heyyy Jagger," Isaac smiled as soon as Jagger opened the door for everyone. He seemed unusually happy as he walked in the main room.

"What's up Jagger? :^)" David smirked down at his son-like friend. Everyone dropped their bag, or bags, on the coffee table as they walked in.

Jagger couldn't take anymore unnatural happiness. "Um... why are you guys acting so abnormally happy?" Jagger spoke up, looking up at his friends.

"We picked up your costumes for the dog show tonight," Kishy retained her normal serious state after plopping herself down on the sofa next to Andrew.

"Oh shit, you didn't forget?"

"How could we?" Heather laughed, thinking Jagger was joking, holding up her dog-sized E.T. outfit. Each time Heather waved the outfit around, Isaac flinched and backed away much more.

";-;" Jagger sobbed once more as he turned his head and peeked into Logan's bag with a Shrek playboy outfit laying inside of it.

After Lindsay and Jack dropped their bags on the coffee table last, they all sat on the sofa, with Jagger on the right arm of the sofa.

"Alright..." Andrew began. "If we're gonna do this, we're going to have to do hardest to easiest. Personally, I think the costumes will be the hardest and better to do first. I mean, Jagger's going to have to get used to wearing the costumes and moving swiftly in them. Also..." Andrew turned his head down to look at Jagger, who had a 'kill-me-now' look on his face. "You do know you're going to be wearing more than one costume at the same time, right Jagger?"

"are you saying we don't switch out costumes for each act?!" Jagger's eyes got wide.

"Yeah basically," Kishy shrugged in a nonchalant manner.

Andrew turned his head from Kishy back down at Jagger. "Yeah, for example if we bought twenty-four dresses, you would have to wear all of them at the same time. Anyways, so we'll have to do that first. One, so Jagger can get used to our crazy outfits being combined into one, and two, so we can all have enough time to make a decision we can all agree on."

"I think this will be very fun," Autumn smiled, remembering the outfit she bought.

"NO WHY MUST YOU PUNISH ME LIKE THIS?!" Jagger shouted, as Kane and Logan pulled him into the dressing room.

After being pushed into a make-over chair by Logan, Kane came in behind Logan with everyone's bags in his hands. Luckily he could balance them well to where Jagger saw what was inside of them. After Kane came in, so did Autumn, then Jakob, then Lindsay, and so on.

"Alright guys," Sammi smiled a little and shut the door behind her before inaugurating. "We are going to 'make Jagger prettier' right now..."

"Oh god, what do you really mean?" Jagger turned to ask Sammi.

"It means we are going to completely fuck you up."

"Oh."

"Yep."

"So... where do we start is our first question," Amina pointed her finger at the table with the bags of clothes on top.

"Hm... how about me since I was the one who introduced the dog show to you guys?" Isaac asked Amina.

"Sure! I don't see why not. Plus, maybe it will prepare Jagger for what's about to come," Amina nodded her approval to Isaac.

"ok," Isaac said, pulling out a double sided ten inch dildo. "okay so you put one side in your anus and the other in your mouth. it bends, so yea"

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Jagger shouted, trying to break a run for the door before Logan pinned him down.

"You heard the lady, no running," Logan forced Jagger back to his seat as Isaac gently inserted the dildo.

"And this is only the first one..." Tyanna cringed a little bit, watching Isaac force Jagger to insert the dildo.

After Isaac, everyone else went and worked together to create the weirdest, craziest, most fucked up outfit ever. Jagger had to wear for the dog show, a double sided dildo, an E.T. costume, a Shrek headpiece, ugly stilettos, a Lopunny play boy outfit over the previous costumes, a troll face mask, a KFC thong, a black frilly skirt, sparkles, an onion hat made out of real onions, a Swastika armband, an Apple Jack necklace, a pair of Homestuck troll horns, a taco thong over the KFC one, panties from the ugly whore next door, SpongeBob crocs, a Pepe-shaped sunglasses, a Scrappy Doo ball choker, and painted nails. All that was left was Amina.

"AGH NO SAMI DON'T FUCKING PAINT MY NAILS!" Jagger shouted, crying as Tyanna and Autumn pinned him down and everyone else laughed at his misery.

"Almost... donneeeeee... there!" Sami smiled, standing back up and closing the nail polish glass, ignoring Jagger's plead.

Jagger saw everyone who was finished sitting down on the rug. All except Amina were done. Jagger sighed with relief. "Alright... now Amina is left... this shouldn't be so bad..." he smiled a little bit.

"Yeahhh..." Amina gulped. "Are you sure you want me to do this, Jagger? I needed a bit of help picking it out."

"Pssh, like you would do anything disgusting," Jagger laughed at Amina's reply.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Okay..." Amina huffed, slowly turning around to the table with everyone's empty bags. All that was standing was Amina's bag. The sweet Canadian slowly opened the bag, looked in, and turned her head back over to the dog. "Um... you're positive about this, right?"

Jagger rolled his eyes. "Come ON, I've been through a lot just now. What's the worse that could happen? Bring it."

Amina was hesitant, until she turned back to her bag and grabbed her item. She sighed and walked slowly over to Jagger with her item behind her back.

"Get this over with."

"Alright..." Amina sighed. She opened up her hands and in it was a big blue buttplug.

"OH DEAR GOD," Jagger's eyes got at its widest and he tried to run away. Though this time, it was everyone's eyes that got wide. Some for the reason that it was Amina giving Jagger the buttplug, and some for the fact that Jagger's anus would be pretty relaxed and enlarged.

When Jagger was about to turn around and start running, he looked up and saw Isaac with a naughty smile, "This is my swamp now, pussy," Isaac shouted, grabbing Jagger and turning him around to insert the buttplug.

"AGH! JAGGER QUIT BITING," Isaac snapped, licking the blood off his arm.

"Here," Kane replied quickly, forcing Jagger into Isaac's arms. Jagger cringed until he finally released a strange liquid.

Drip... drip drip...

"Um... that's not pee, is it?" Lindsay asked, wondering why the urine was brown.

"I think he is just dehydrated," Sammi turned her head and briefly explained to Lindsay.

"Oh."

"Yuck! Um..." Amina was hesitant as Jagger urinated all over the floor. She rapidly turned her head left and right. "Umm..."

"Here, Amina. I'll do it," Sarina nodded, walking up to her, grabbing the buttplug.

"Oh. Thanks, Sarina," Amina laughed a little, moving out of Sarina's way.

"Alright... let's make this QUICK!" just as Sarina shouted 'quick', she shoved the buttplug hard and quickly into the dog's anus.

"hjfejvd jkv kivgfjkvgikfgvjkfvds," Jagger replied.

Sarina just smiled and walked away from the commotion.

"Uhhh..." Kishy shook her head. "Alright, now that we have that over with, now time for the tricks we have to teach you so you can stand out to the judges," Kishy nodded, gesturing everybody out of the dressing room and back into the main room.

"Oh no..." Jagger sighed as Isaac and Eric winked at him.

So everyone taught Jagger one trick per person. Though... they weren't ordinary tricks, and Jagger was basically forced to do all of these since he knew nothing else. Basically, he was stuck doing a lot of... unusual acts. By the time everyone forced the dog to do their trick, it was sixteen minutes before the show, meaning it took about six hours to teach Jagger these tricks.

"Hunghhhh... one more trick..." Jagger's face went from depressed to a bit happy when he found out it was Amina's turn. "Amina! I'm so relieved it's your turn!"

Five minutes later, in the car they stole driving to the dog show...

"AGH MY HIP," Jagger scratched at his waist as Amina felt guilt at her trick involving Isaac.

On the limousine were five rows which could fit five to six people per row. Eric was driving, while Cole was on the seat next to him. On the first row, Lindsay, Jakob, Sammi, Stacy, Autumn, and Spencer. On the second row, Heather, David, Kane, and Angel. On the third row, Jagger, Kishy, Andrew, Ben, and Sami. On the fourth row, Erman, Isaac, Jack, Logan, and Sarina. On the fifth row, Amina, Anthony, and Tyanna.

"Relax, Jagger, after you win this dog show, your punishment will be over and we'll get our things back and upgraded," Kishy reminded Jagger as she tightened the dog's costume for Jagger was making it loose.

"Yeah. We have a lot of time," Logan pointed out, pointing at the limo's time. "One hour, in fact."

David flipped on his phone. "Hm... um, it seems to be 5:21pm on my phone."

"...my tablet too," Jakob turned to David with a slightly worried look on his face.

After Jakob had the same time, everyone else flipped their phones or tablets on and to their horror, it was 5:21pm for everyone.

"My god, he's correct!" Lindsay panicked, turning her head back and forth to view everyone else's reactions.

"We are going to be late!" Autumn panicked, breathing heavily into a bag of corpses.

"I sure hope Eric can drive. You do know that if we don't show up on time, we are disqualified, right?" Ben turned to the commotion in the back seat.

Eric fixed the mirror to look at Ben and the others without turning around, "Benbby, why are you so nervous?"

"Well... can you actually drive safely?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, pfft, I never get distra-" just then Eric's phone notification jingle played. "Hm?" Eric asked himself, driving with one hand and checking the notifications with the other. "OOOH, A NEW FUR ON TRANSFORMICE!" Eric squealed, completely isolating himself from the world, including the steering wheel.

"WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!" Autumn panicked again, only wanting to go so Jagger would be embarrassed.

"Ah... well that's bett- ERIC!" Ben shouted, waving his right arm to get Eric to notice.

"Aw, this fur is so cute. Hey Ben, Kane, Isaac, wanna seeaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Eric realized the swerving of the car at the last minute. Just as Eric was going to turn off his phone, the car drove so rapidly and out of control that rather than reversing when it hit a slanted surface, the car flew almost into space.

"Um... how high are we in the sky, exactly?" Ben asked, kind of worried.

"Ooh! I see Japan!" Lindsay shouted, pushing David over to see the country.

"That should explain the question..." Amina laughed a little, and then sighed.

"So... how's the weather?" Spencer asked, stopping his arm-patting.

...

"YOU IDIOT, DO SOMETHING! NO POKEPORN FOR YOU!" Autumn snapped, breaking the silence. She snatched Eric's phone, which had started to be used again by Eric, opened the second row of seats' right window, and threw Eric's phone into god knows where.

Meanwhile, everyone else in the limousine were panicking or trying to find any safe alternative ways to living unharmed. Among this group included Spencer.

Spencer panicked, not wanting to die. He had more Banned in Equestria to play before he died, as well as a life to live! Quickly pushing everyone out of the way, the brony hastily tried to find any controls, buttons, or switches that wouldn't be on a normal car that might help then not crash and die.

"Hmm..." Lindsay squinted her eyes, also trying to find something but in her seat. She then found a switch, "hey Spencer, what's on that little switch on the right side of the steering wheel?" Lindsay spoke up, her eyes growing back to normal.

Spencer quickly moved his head towards the steering wheel, hoping Eric was still distracted by Autumn's bickering. Oh, I think I see it. Spencer smiled, flipping the switch. Now let's hope this works...

A few seconds later, the limousine sprouted wings on each side and the speed at which they were falling toned down, so at least they wouldn't be critically affected.

The panicking died down when they realized the car was falling slower and more swiftly. "Well at least we won't be severely harmed..." Heather rolled her eyes, half sarcastic but also half serious.

"Ahhh..." Spencer toned down his muscles and let out a long sigh. The brony then realized that nobody knew how to pilot it. "Um... Eric, mind flying this?" Spencer asked turning Eric around against his will. "Yeah thanks."

As Spencer retreated back to his place on the first row, Eric was the one beginning to panic, for he didn't know how to pilot a plane either! He only knew how to drive a car and ride a bicycle, but a plane? Nopenopenopenope.

"Um... guys?" Eric turned to his friends.

"Yes?" Ben answered back.

"I don't know how to fly a plane."

...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" everyone, included Eric screamed as the car became out of control once more.

"Eric, this is all your fault, y'know," Autumn glared at Eric with threatening eyes as they all prepared to die.

Eric looked out of the window and gulped. "Um... I think it's too late to hold grudges if this concludes logically. The only thing that would save us would be Jesus at this point!"

Just as Eric made that point, a magical light glowed in Eric's seat which formed a fist and moved Eric over to the fourth row in between Amina and Anthony psychically.

"AHHHHH- huh?" Eric opened his eyes and noticed he was in the fifth row instead of behind the wheel. Nobody bothered to look at Eric for they were all too busy staring at the angelic and heavenly light which took Eric's seat. "Amina, when did this... woah..." Eric soon joined that bandwagon.

"Woah..." Kishy tried to look away.

Just then, the holy light got bigger rapidly and everyone had to close their eyes. When they opened them, they were astonished at what the light had formed.

Behind the wheel, was a man with long brown hair, a long goatee, a pair of black thick-framed glasses, a white robe with a sash, and a pair of sandals. However, this wasn't some ordinary outdated man; this was one with a shiny gold halo and big feathery wings.

"Is that..." Spencer's eyes became huge. "Jesus...?"

"No, Spencer," Kishy replied, adjusted her glasses, retaining her original expression. "This isn't Jesus. This is Hipster Jesus."

"And that's different...?"

"Yes."

"Hey hey hey, my disciples, what's up? A party? Oh! Did you know that I'm the best at throwing parties?" Hipster Jesus asked the twenty-five.

"Um... how?" Eric asked, actually wondering how a pseudo-religious figure would have a good party.

"Pfft, I threw a party for twelve people and two thousand and fourteen years later, people are still talking about it, now how about a party?!"

"...well anyways, we're about to die if we fall, and we need your help driving to the dog show which is in..." Autumn glanced at her iPod, "FIVE MINUTES!"

Expecting a surprised look on Hipster Jesus' face, she was wrong. "Pfft, death is so overrated. However, dog shows aren't. I think it is a win-win situation, so I'll help. Where is this dog show?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Um... all of the papers in this car flew out of the window... but I'm sure Jesus out of all people would have the highest of technology nowadays..." Isaac noticed the phone inside the hidden pocket of Jesus's red sash. "Ah! Maybe you can use your phone to search for nearby dog shows in our town!"

"Uh... sure, I'll try..." Hipster Jesus looked confused, pulling out his phone from his sash. "Um..."

"Try Google Maps since the internet is most likely out," Isaac replied, hoping that would make things quicker.

"...?"

"The app...?"

"What's an app?"

"...Jesus, what is that?"

"What?"

"The kind of phone you're using."

"...oh! This isn't a phone, this is a pager!"

"WHAT?!" everyone shouted.

"H.J., we are going to get disqualified if we don't get there!" Autumn's eyes widened from the first row.

Hmmm... oh! The red sheet was under my butt! "Jesus, I found the dog show flyer with the location!" Isaac called from the third row, passing the flyer to Jagger on the third row, who passed it to David on the second, who passed it over to Sammi on the first, who finally passed it to Hipster Jesus.

After reading it, Hipster Jesus took some nails and carved the address into his hands, then eating the dog show flyer.

"Jesus, why would you do that?" Lindsay asked, about to vomit from all of the blood.

Hipster Jesus stayed silent.

"Well?"

"Because writing it is too mainstream."

"God dammit Jesus!"

"But hey, at least I know where to go. Now let's go!" Hipster Jesus shouted, grabbing the steering wheel and beginning to make the car more stable and in control. "Alright, next destination, the dog show."

Everything when smooth, and at least the twenty-five were back in their state... well... wayyy above it, but something went wrong as they were about to fly into their state.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Hipster Jesus looked over at the red flashing light which flashed the words 'THUNDERSTORM INCOMING!" in a flashing laser red light. Just as Hipster Jesus' eyes grew larger, everything was blocked by the fog and slight rain. Oh dear god... Jesus thought, realizing what he had thought was pretty ironic. The pseudo-religious figure shook his head and turned around.

Lindsay looked out of the window. "Oh shit, fog!"

"Guys, we have rain and a major fog issue. Basically, we can't see a thing."

"Why can't you use your powers?" Kishy asked.

"Powers are too mainstream."

"Shit, you're one of those people."

"Okay, so to stretch this chapter out longer and make more potty humor jokes, we have to create a full blown plan... ah! I got it!" Hipster Jesus smiled, snapping his fingers. With a snap, a long one hundred feet rope and a detached police light appeared on the arm of Jesus's seat.

While everyone else were in awe with Hipster Jesus' powers, Kishy realized something. "Waaaait, I thought you were implying that powers are 'too mainstream'?"

"Um... anyways, we are going to need someone to wrap this rope around their waist firmly and attach this police light to any part of their body. Who's the closest to the first window?" Hipster Jesus asked.

Just as Hipster Jesus turned to the first row to ask, all of the others who were previously in that row had scrambled all the way to the fifth row. All except David, who was busy making out with Heather at the time until he realized that Hipster Jesus had asked.

"No, not me," David shivered, trying to escape as well.

"David, you have to or else!" Hipster Jesus opened his arms to exaggerate.

"Or else, what?" David asked. He felt a pull of rope tighten over his arms and the police light being placed into his left hand.

"Or else this," Hipster Jesus said, punching the door open and pushing David out of the limo in mid air. Heather quickly got a hold of the rope so David wouldn't fall to his death.

David, trying to comprehend what had just happened in that little moment, also realized that he was about to fall. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"David? David, can you hear this?" Hipster Jesus asked, almost in David's ear. David looked behind him but saw nobody. "David, if you look at your right ear, you will see a walkie-talkie like object. That is where I and your friends will give you instructions on what to do. We have three minutes to get this dog show of yours."

"Yes, I do hear you, pseudo-Jesus. However, this light has no switch and doesn't seem to be working. How am I supposed to signal you guys to come?"

"It only acts up my movement."

"But you tied my hands together!" David shouted, trying to avoid all of the upcoming lightening bolts. He did notice that the police lights flashed and made noise when he jumped to avoid the bolts of electricity, but he couldn't keep jumping.

"Well... I understand that you can't keep jumping... what part of your body is your hand closest to?" Hipster Jesus queried the Australian. David looked at where his hands were.

...

"On my butt..." David's expression darkened.

"Did somebody say booty?" Stacy asked, ripping the walkie-talkie out of Hipster Jesus' hand. A huge static interference occurred. And David cringed, trying to cover his ears. After a while it stopped.

"Erm... no, I said butt."

"Same thing. Now put that thing on your butt, now!" Stacy scolded David.

"But-"

"DO YOU WANT BREAKFAST OR NOT, NIGGA"

David sighed, looking down at his hand. He moved, from what was available, his hand with the police lights on his and stuck the sticky part on his butt.

"Okay, now what?"

By the time David asked, everyone was crowded around Stacy to give their opinions. They all directed David to where the dog show was being held and eventually he made it.

"Alright, I'm at the top of the building where the dog show is being held. What now?" David asked.

"Make the light and siren go off."

"What, how? It's attached to my butt, so jumping don't do as much."

"Twerk," Stacy said.

"..."

"HURRY, WE ONLY HAVE ONE MINUTE," Autumn panicked into the microphone, tapping on her iPod.

David mumbled something. Nobody could hear, so Amina asked politely for a repeat.

"Excuse me?" Amina asked into the microphone.

"I can only twerk when a beat is dropped..." David mumbled quietly.

"...he said he can only twerk when a beat has been dropped," Logan announced to everyone. David kind of wished Logan hadn't had said that, but the thunder storms kept him busy from fussing.

So David twerked to Wrecking Ball and lead everyone to the dog show. Luckily they made it right on time, but there was a surprise waiting for them...

"WHAT?!" everyone shouted at the judges at the judge table as they were cleaning up.

"Yeah, we decided to cancel it since nobody came and use the prizes for ourselves, but now that you guys are here, I guess you technically win," the third judge shrugged, giving Ben the microwave, Kishy the toaster, and Andrew the... oven...

"AGH!" Andrew toppled over as he was trying to walk back to the limo to place the heavy oven in.

"Wait a minute..." Jagger began to smile. "Does this mean I won't have to do any poses or be on the news with this ridiculou-"

Just then as Jagger was about to relax, a whole news crew ran over to the ridiculously dressed dog. "OH! And even though the contest is over, let's welcome Jagger Haxor and his ridiculous outfit!"

"NOOOOOO!"

The end. Lol, sorry this was uploaded so late. I was busy with my social life, my online life, camp, my saxophone lessons, etc. Plus, I didn't really have any funny jokes for this chapter. However, the next chapter will be full of laughs now that I had some time to think of an idea. Also, credit to my friend Autumn for helping me with some ideas for this chapter! But don't leave yet, there is an epilogue.

Meanwhile, the twenty-five were returning back after waiting for the rain to die down as well as after Jagger got a fair twenty-six minutes of embarrassment on live television. However, during that time, the summer mansion group's neighbor noticed something odd.

Determined to go into his garage to get in his car to drive to drive to the Amazon Shopping Center, a teenage boy close to turning eighteen opened the door to his garage to see that his limousine had been stolen.

"What the hell...?!" the teenager ran over to where his limousine would usually reside. He found nothing, until he heard a crumble, like the crumbling of a paper. Lifting his foot up, he bent over to pick up the note.

Dear Brandon,

Thanks for letting me use your limousine, faggot.

Haha, and if you're wondering when you gave me permission, I just asked you without knowing.

Basically I stole it, but I'll give it back in about... let's say... a week. k thanks

-Sammi

Brandon crumbled up the paper and threw it into the trash bin at the corner of the garage. He also tried to keep his cool and not scream.

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"SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"