A/N- Thanks for reviewing! Wow, I've got at least 25 reviews!!! THANKS! I didn't actually think I'd get past 10, so thanks. A lot. Okay, I know you just want to read the chapter, so I'll stop talking. Writing. For a little bit. I just have writer's block. I'll think of something.

Disclaimer- Do you really think I own it? If you do, you should probably go check yourself into a mental institute or something.

Claimer- I do own the plot, and Fang's discovery of his new power. But I don't own fire breathing.

Okay, 7 AM. Time to wake up the Flock. Since yesterday was a bad day, I'd start the day off with a little fun.

For me, that is.

I filled all the water bottles, buckets, and anything that could hold water without breaking with water from the river (A/N- See ch. 2) and dragged it all back to camp. Uncapping all the bottles I threw their contents, one by one, on the innocently sleeping Flock. Angel, Gazzy, and Total each got a one-liter water bottle thrown on them, Iggy and Nudge (who were sleeping really close to each other for some reason) each got a two-liter, and Fang, lucky Fang, got three two-liter water bottles full of ice-cold water from a river thrown on him.

Needless to say, they all woke up kicking and screaming.

Angel and Total jumped ten feet in the air and crashed to the ground. Gazzy woke up with a yell, then sadly pulled apart what used to be plans for a new bomb. Iggy pulled drenched, soggy clothes away from his skin, and Nudge screamed loudly until Iggy gently told her to shut up so he could think. Fang was the best, though. He jumped up and slipped on the water bottle that I had 'accidentally' left right under his feet. So he went crashing back down, with some words that will not be mentioned here.

I started to restart the fire and called out cheerily. "Rise and shine, guys! Daylight's burning!"

The flock turned to me with scowls on every single face, even Total's. Don't ask me how a dog can scowl, cause I don't know.

I ignored their frowning faces and pulled out some Powerbars and Poptarts for breakfast. I looked up at them and frowned. "Why are you guy all wet? Come and dry by the fire before you get pneumonia or something."

After a lot of complaining, groaning, pleading, and begging, we finally got in the air and all the complaints were forgotten. Flying can do that to you. You should try it sometime…oh, right. You can't!

So, as we swooped and soared through the sky I thought about our biggest upcoming problem.

Then Fang swooped over and asked the question that I was trying to solve. "Hey, Max? Where are we going?"

"That is a very good question, Fang." I said. "And you want to know why that's a great question, don't you?" I didn't wait for an answer. "Of course you do. In fact, you want to know why your question is a great question so badly that you don't even want to know the answer to said question. So, I'll make you happy and I won't give an answer, I'll just tell you why you have a great question."

Fang interrupted me. "You have no idea, do you? You're just stalling."

"No, I am not stalling. I'll even give you 1000 on-the-spot reasons why I'm not stalling."

Fang grinned. "Stalling."

"No."

"Staller."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Yes."

Fang smiled, and my world lit up. "Oh, so you are stalling?"

"What?! No! You tricked me!"

"How could I make you say something that wasn't true?" Fang asked innocently.

I scowled at him, and an expressionless mask looked back innocently.

Just then, Nudge screamed from behind us.

A/N- HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Evil cliffie. One review, I know this chapter sucks. Just, please review. It'll get better soon. There gonna go somewhere, I just don't know where yet. Anyone got any ideas? If you do, thanks! If you don't, just keep reading.