A/N;

Well... I got an interesting suggestion last chapter; A Twilight/MR crossover, suggested by someone called 'hi, I'm awesome'. Should I do it? I don't know whether I should do a multi-chapter serious one, a multi-chapter funny one, or a one-shot, funny or serious. Let me know? I'm intrigued by this idea, because I've never actually thought about it before.

Now, this cliché also annoys me, so I hope you enjoy. :)

Shadowleaf, it's gonna go on for a LONG TIME, I promise you. Haha. I need some way to kill my boredom, and the writer's block monster.

This is dedicated to 'St. Fang of Boredom', which I'm sure you have all heard of. Thanks for being such an amazing writer, and making me laugh continuously while reading your stories. This goes out to you, Saint.

Iggy: Time for the disclaimer?

Rain: do your thing, Ig.

Iggy: -drum roll- Rain owns... nothing!

Rain: SHOCK HORROR! Le gasp!

R & R.

Ella and Nudge crept to Max's room, rope ready and waiting to be used. Ella jumped on Max and whacked her on the head with a baseball bat she'd borrowed from Carlisle Cullen from chapter two, and Max fell, unconscious once more. The two girls cackled maniacally, and tied her up. They then chucked her into the trunk of Dr. Martinez's car, and jumped inside.

"Drive, drive, drive!" Ella screamed, and Dr. M floored it. The car went screeching down the road, but they were miraculously not stopped by any police. They were all off with the Teen Titans in Jump City, trying to beat the annoying, uh, I mean amazing Mumbo Jumbo. -cough, cough-. Anyway, the two girls, Max and Dr. Martinez got to the mall. Ella stole her credit card and Dr. Martinez poofed away to go save some abused turtles.

"Let's go buy some clothes!" Ella squealed.

"YEAH LET'S GO BUY SOME CLOTHES!" Nudge squealed.

"Clothes! Shopping! Woo!"

"SHOPPING OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!"

"What. The. -censored-." Max muttered, unable to rub her aching head on a count of her arms were pinned to her sides. "Why am I at the mall?" Ella quickly untied her.

"Duh, we're going shopping." She said in an obvious tone. Max screamed, horrified, as the two shop-a-holics dragged her off.

"I want to live! What is this? Death-by-subbmission-to-clothing-stores?" Max protested.

"We don't care." Nudge snapped, "So deal." Max sighed, and because the author couldn't be bothered to write up any more ways for Max to protest, so she quietly followed her kidnappers into various stores.

Now, because the author of this considered themselves a total fashion diva, and thought that everyone must be interested in what the girls bought, she decided to spend 5.3 chapters describing it.

Nudge bought 53 and a half shirts, coloured purple, pink, green, yellow, orange, blurple, gellow, and all the other generic colours that shirts tend to be. She then bought a halter neck top, a tank top, ten pairs of jeans, some converses, some high-tops, a hairbrush, a toothpick, some tissues and roller skates. All of these were extremely multi-coloured, and all bought from the most PWNSOME shops evahz. And stuff.

Ella bought 23 mini-skirts all coloured pink, because Ella was cool like that, 21 pairs of jeans, with fifty-five stripes of pink on them, two shirts, coloured pink, some pink bobby pins, pink sunscreen, a pink mattress, some pink sneakers and some pink sunglasses. Because Ella was obviously a stupid girly girl who was obsessed with pink and didn't like any other colour. And stuff.

Max bought some really SMEX mini-skirts, with little purple stars and stripes on them, some SUPER SPEX strapless shirts (which miraculously hid her wings- don't ask) some totally cool make up, nail polish, and basically lots of stuff that Max would never wear. And stuff.

"Okay, can we go home now?" Max pleaded, getting down on her knees and slobbering all over Nudge's new shoes.

"ZOMG! My new shoes!" she squealed, kicking Max into a Mcdonald's sign. Max went 'ow' and all her shopping bags flew everywhere. Lots of hairy midgets came and stole them.

"The super smex clothes that we forced Max into buying! OMG!" the girls squealed, (they did a lot of squealing) and ran after the hairy midgets. Max slid down onto the floor, rubbing her head. She leapt up all of a sudden, realising it was time to make her escape. She sprinted for the exits, bursting out into the afternoon sun (yes, they had been shopping all day). She whipped out a conveniently placed cell phone and dialled Dr. M's number. She sounded slightly hysterical, but Dr. Martinez got the message, and pulled up to the mall a few moments later. Max leapt into the car, tears forming in her eyes.

"No more shopping. No more. Bad shopping. Angry midgets. Hairy. Ella. Nudge. Evil. Bad. Scary." Max began to rock back and forth.

"How was your day, dear?" her mother asked cheerfully, apparently not noticing her daughter's insane ranting.

"Terrible. Frightening. -Censored- up." Max mumbled, resting her head against the window.

"Uhuh, and where's Ella and Nudge?"

"Chasing hairy midgets, who stole all my clothes."

"Ah, I see. Well, Ella will ring when she wants to be picked up. Those two could shop forever, I bet." Max shuddered, thanking whatever Gods were up there that the mob of thieving midgets had appeared, and given her a chance to escape.

"Evil. Bad. Terrible. No more. Ella. Nudge." Max went on, still rocking and convulsing.

"Of course we can go out for ice cream, dear."

"No more shopping!"

"And yes, you may get sprinkles."

"Shopping..." Max whispered weakly, giving up.

"Ooh, we'll bring Ella and Nudge!"

"..."

"I want peanut butter with my ice cream!"

"...ugh..."

"I love you, daughter dearest!"

Max leapt out the car window, and Dr. M continued talking as if her eldest child were still in the car. Max went to join the circus as a belly-dancer, and the rest of the flock never noticed she was gone. How's that for loyalty?

Meanwhile, Ella and Nudge were taken prisoner by the hairy midgets, and fed to a hibblesquawk, the midget name for 'giant rabid dog'.

And that ends Max's super fantastic uber cool shopping experience. Fin.

A/N;

Yes, I am aware that belly dancers are not part of a circus, so don't bother pointing that out. Yes, I did just type random letters and turned them into a word where 'hibblesquawk' was concerned. I now copyright it. Haha, just kidding.

R & R.