Hola Motherhopers. Here's chapter numero 2! (CJzilla holds up two of her scaly fingers) DUDES! I dig that little white sushi roll that dances when the show's changing sequences! It's so awesomely cute, CJzilla doesn't know if I can eat it... (CJzilla throws the sushi in her mouth and starts to cry) Why are you so delicious?

As I spit out my radioactive fire-breath and torch this town, alls CJzilla has to roar is this: R&R MOTHERHOPERS! Flame and/or fluff. I don't give a doodle...

Meanwhile at an anger management class held at one of Tokyo's local charity halls, Lily slipped in and out of the shadows to avoid being seen. Wearing a knit hat that covered her hair, big, black, mirrored sunglasses and a jacket, the LilyMu actress didn't want anyone but the feds to know that she was here. That's all she needed, another scandal heating the front page. Zipping through a pair of well-worn doors, Lily took a seat at one of the many desks.

"All right Lily," Lily said to herself, breaking out her favorite Sumo wrestler-themed pink number 2 pencil with a Mikey Simon shaped eraser topper. "You can do this. Just nine more courses to go after this."

Taking a tablet of paper that was on some other person's desk, Lily wrote her name at the top of a page. Then she erased it, religiously grinding that Mikey Simon shaped eraser into the paper, laughing manically. Now that there was nothing left of her name to erase, Lily sighed at the stub that was once the Mikey Simon eraser.

"I'm feeling better all ready," she grinned like a crazed Cheshire cat and threw the eraser stub across the room.

There was the sound of shattering glass as Lily casually placed another Mikey Simon shaped eraser topper on her pencil.

"Excuse me," came an eerily familiar voice as someone tapped her on the shoulder. "You're toasted eraser stub hit my Yes Man. YOU OWE ME AN APOLOGY!!"

Lily craned around in her seat and her eyes shot out from behind her sunglasses. There at her legally enforced anger management class was her boss OZU!... and his Yes Man.

"THE PAIN!" Yes Man shrieked, Lily's eraser stub crammed through one of his glass's lenses and into his eye socket.

Apparently Lily's disguise was too good because Ozu didn't recognize that it was his second-best LilyMu money maker.

"I WILL SUE YOUR PANTS OFF AND DOOM YOUR CHILDREN TO A LIFE OF MISERY AND DISCOMFORT!" the LilyMu producer yelled his head blowing up with so much rage that it filled the room.

"OMG?!" Lily nearly screamed. "OZU! What in the name of beauty cream are you doing here?!"

Ozu stopped his rant as a question mark appeared above his head.

"And you are?" the all powerful television producer blinked.

Lily peeked over the top of her sunglasses. Ozu nearly fell backwards.

"LILY?!" he questioned loudly.

Lily pounced on her boss, slamming her hands over his mouth and loudly shushed him.

"Not so loud Ozu!" the LilyMu sweetheart shushed. "I don't want anyone to know I'm here!"

Ozu gave her a glare and Lily immediately withdrew her hands from his mouth, sweat-dropping.

"OH NO YOU DIDN'T!" Yes Man wagged his finger at Lily, his head swiveling with attitude.

"Why are you here?" Ozu pushed Yes Man out of the way.

Lily's anime eyes turned to anime scribbles as she sweat-dropped.

"I-uh…" she floundered. "I… w-wa… wanted to test out a new disguise… Yeah! So that I won't be recognized by the public! Look! It works!"

She threw her hands in the air to look convincing. Ozu gave her a "yeah right" look.

"LIAR! LIAR! PANTS ON FIRE!" Yes Man blasted and his pants spontaneously combusted.

Ozu puffed out an aggravated sigh.

"Lily," he said knowingly to the actress over Yes Man's pain-laced yelling. "I expect you to be honest with me, just as I am honest with you."

Lily silent anime cried.

"I only threatened four little kids by pain of death," she said like she was wrongly punished. "And they give me this bogus mandatory anger management course!"

The LilyMu star pulled on her blond hair in frustration, before sighing.

"What about you Ozu?" Lily asked, waving her hand like she didn't care.

Ozu sweat-dropped, his eyes darting to the sides suspiciously.

"I am… just…" the all powerful, liar-pants LilyMu producer stammered. "Just… looking for directions… to the nearest… Angry Boss Awards… Yes! Yes Man and I are lost on our way to the award show!"

Lily didn't buy it. Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

"Okay… that's lame, even for you, Ozu," Lily crossed her arms.

"Hey!" Ozu snarled, head inflating with embarrassment/irritation.

Just then their anger management instructor came walking into the class room.

"Hello special friends!" the instructor cheered. "Take a seat."

Lily and Ozu cringed at their teacher. A big biker looking guy with a black beard, silver helmet, leather vest and dark blue pants. He walked behind the big desk, grabbed the chalk and began to write on the chalkboard.

"My name is Beef," the biker dude began with a big smile. "And we are all here for the same reason. We have anger issues."

Lily and Ozu gave a loud, loud, exasperated groan as they fell out of their desks.

Cue more dancing sushi!

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Mitsuki raced from LilyMu Studios to LilyMu Towers. Agent F had threatened Mikey's life again. He was still a bumbling spy, but he came pretty close last time. Mitsuki's heart was in her throat as she sprinted toward Mikey Simon's apartment.

Rounding the last corner, she finally saw Mikey's apartment door. Running to his door, Mitsuki frantically rapped on the door. Silence from inside. She prayed that she wasn't too late.

"Mikey! Mikey!" Mitsuki cried. "Open up!"

Still nothing. The blue-haired woman feared the worst.

Taking a step back, Mitsuki got a run at it and planted a forceful judo kick in the center of the door. It busted open with a crack. In that second Mitsuki heard a scream. The Agency must have all ready have Mikey and was cross-examining him with the cheese grater interrogation!! Panic gripped Mitsuki's heart.

Running into the apartment, the super-secret, highly-trained spy suddenly tripped and landed flat on her face. Well not on her face. Blinking the fuzz out of her eyes, Mitsuki noted that she had fallen on something soft. But then her eyes widened and her face went cherry red. Mitsuki found herself smack on Mikey Simon. The semi-conscious American actor let out a pained groan.

Mitsuki could only blush as she look down at her crush.

"Mitsuki!" she heard Guano's voice and the pitter-patter of his plushy feet. "WHERE'S THE FIRE!?!?"

"Um…" she began hopping to her feet and off of Mikey as she blushed like a tomato. "There's no fire… Just… me?"

At least now she knew that Mikey was safe and not in a volcano. Mitsuki sweat-dropped as Guano held his chest.

"Mitsuki!" the plushy actor/director/writer/friend/ purple dude blasted. "You just kicked down Mikey's door SWAT-style! Look at Mikey! His face is pudding! And Gonard! The door rocketed across the room and creamed him!"

Guano motioned for Gonard, who had been blasted off of Mikey's couch by Mikey's door and smashed into the TV. Sparks flew out of the busted entertainment appliance as Gonard gave a groan.

"I've been hit!" the actor cried. "I'M KNOCKING ON HEAVEN'S DOOR!"

All right that was a bad joke even from Gonard with a mild concussion. He laughed as he peeled himself off the TV set and pried off the door that was pancaked to his face.

"Get it?" Gonard smiled, missing teeth from his anime mouth and the door knob in his nose. ""Heaven's door"? Cause I was hit with a door?"

Cue the bad joke "fart" sound…

Gonard swayed violently, his eyes turning to anime "X"s and he gave another groan as he fell over. But not without pressing his thumb to his right nostril and giving a big blow. As Gonard's head inflated with pressure, that dislodged the door knob, and blew the handle out of his nose. The door knob rocketed out of the actor's nostril, broke a window, flew to the street and bounced off some guy's butt.

Guano cringed as Gonard fell in a heap.

"That's gonna leave a mark!" the fuzzy purple dude stated and ran to Gonard's side. "A big, door-shaped mark!

Mitsuki put her hand over her mouth. She did a fine job of creaming her friends.

"Mitsuki?" she heard Mikey Simon groan from the floor. "What-what in the world-?"

Mitsuki bent down to help her friend/co-worker/actor/mega-crush sit up.

"Sorry Mikey," the blue-haired woman apologized. "I didn't mean to... knock you down."

Mikey held his throbbing head.

"Ouchies," the American whined. "….. What's wrong?"

Mitsuki had to think up an excuse fast.

"I-… uh… have… to… go?" she answered awkwardly, twiddling her fingers.

Mikey looked at her funny.

"You're apartment's like, down the hall!" he said as he got to his feet.

She sweat-dropped.

"I… uh… couldn't wait?" she floundered. "Yeah! I can't hold it anymore! Can I use your bathroom?"

To show a little "proof" that she needed to use the bathroom facilities, Mitsuki bounced up and down in the same spot, legs twisted like she was holding "it". Mikey blinked.

"Yeah, go!" he shooed her to his bathroom.

But being away from Mikey, even for two seconds, would give Agent F a window of opportunity.

"Never mind, I don't have to go anymore!" Mitsuki waved her hand, trying to give her friend a convincing smile.

Under a confused stare from Mikey, Mitsuki zipped across the room, grabbed the door, flew back over to the door frame and put it back on its hinges. Then without another word, she zipped over to Mikey's only window and shut the shade.

"Have you been contacted by anyone strange?" Mitsuki zipped into Mikey's face, her intense anime expression leaping off of her face. "Any freak phone calls, visitors or messages?!"

Mitsuki's intensity scared Mikey.

"No…?" the red-headed American returned, backing away from his friend.

"The only strange person to bug us all night is you, Mitsuki," Guano stated from across the room, hopping on Gonard's unconscious body and back up on the couch and folding his plushy arms.

Mitsuki sweat-dropped before she whipped her head dramatically in relief.

"Good," she returned. "Just me."

Mikey walked flat against his wall to avoid Mitsuki, and then he ran to his television. It was toast.

"NO!" the American wailed. "TV GO DARK!"

And Mikey gave his television a kick, only to be electrocuted by it.

"I'm so sorry Mikey," Mitsuki cooed.

Then she just saw an excuse to keep Mikey in her sights. Her anime eyes momentarily flashed with her brilliant idea.

"You can come over to my place and watch TV, Mikey," Mitsuki voiced as innocently as she could.

Mikey glanced at Guano. The purple director dude shrugged.

"You go ahead Mikey," Guano said. "I'm gonna get on home. I'll make sure Gonard gets back to his place too."

With that the purple plushy man began dragging Gonard to the door, by Gonard's ears. Mitsuki and Mikey watched Guano do the impossible task of dragging Gonard. Mitsuki sweat-dropped and Mikey rolled his eyes.

"W'ever," the American said to Guano before he turned to Mitsuki. "Lily's at your apartment too right?"

Mitsuki was torn between the cute, excited look on Mikey's face and burying Lily in a shallow grave.

"Um… No," Mitsuki answered. "She's at an anger management class."

Her heart almost hit the floor when Mikey got a disinterested look in his eyes.

"Then I don't wanna," the American folded his arms defiantly.

Quick! Think of something Mitsuki!

"I have those little microwaveable pizza doodles that you love so much, Mikey," the blue-haired woman voiced.

Mikey nearly jumped out of his socks.

"Sweet!" the American actor cheered, grabbing Mitsuki by the hand and racing to his door. "Let's go!"

Mitsuki felt as if she died and went to heaven when Mikey grabbed her hand. They ran to Mitsuki's apartment, jumping over Guano still dragging Gonard.

R&R. LONG LIVE ROCK!