A/N;

I am so, so sorry.

Really, I am. It's been so long since I've updated anything, so I guess I owe you all an explanation.

For my rudely unannounced hiatus:

Well, first it was NaNo. Then... well... I wrote a book. I won't disclose details 'cos y'know, it's the internet, but that's the main reason it's been so long since my last update. I'm uber, UBER sorry. I'm finished now though, so I'mma make this chapter really big to make up for the long absence.

Secondly, what with my inspiration being poured into my book, I was kinda lacking motivation to write fanfiction. Again, sorry for that too.

Thirdly, my laptop crapped out on me. Still haven't gotten it back, so this is being written on my sister's laptop.

I know none of the above are good enough excuses, so I'll just keep saying sorry. -says sorry- Also, if you have any ideas, please let me know. Also, what should I update next?

NOTE: A big thank you to SilverBird121, who suggested this idea to me and asked if I was alive... which kinda made me realise I should probably update something soon. Thanks SilverBird121! :)

-Rain (who should be whacked for her long, unannounced hiatus. Feel free to whack me in a review if you wanna. Baha.)

The flock were just flying around, being generically cool and whatevs.

"Yo!" Iggy called out randomly, "Fishpaste!" Max raised her eyebrows, staring at him in surprise.

"Uh, Iggy? Why 'fishpaste'?"

"Because the author wants to make an attempt at humour before the fail, cliché action kicks in." He explained with a shrug.

"Well it is in my professional opinion that the author did not succeed in her endeavours." The Gasman said, before clearing his throat and glancing around nervously, "I mean, uh, FARTS."

Max shook her head and angled her feathers downwards, a few of them randomly falling out like in the MR Manga/+Anima Manga where every time a person with wings goes flying, feathers get scattered everywhere.

Yeah, that was pointless.

Anyway, she swooped downwards and did a little flip, feeling cool. Yeah, I'm so great. She thought enthusiastically, No one could ever replace me as leader. My flips are unmatchable!

"Wow!" Angel cried, pointing at something in the distance, "Look at that random bird kid flipping through the air."

They looked, and Max's heart sank.

A random boy with blonde/brown hair flipped through the air, successfully putting Max's flips to shame. She forced a smile on her face that looked kind of like the smiles you see in horror movies on the creepy little kids so she could avoid any suspicion of her jealously. Damn him and his beautiful flips!

Behind the flying boy were five other kids, all with wings of course, varying in ages and gender. There was a tall strawberry-blonde haired girl, a tall emo-looking girl, a shorter coffee-skinned boy, a little blonde haired girl and a small blonde boy.

Together... they were... THE SECONDFLOCKRANGERS! GO, GO SECONDFLOCKRANGERS!

...That was a pointless power rangers theme song reference.

The second Flock flew closer, their mouths twisting into strange little smiles. "Hi." The blonde/brown haired leader-looking boy intoned, "I'm Maxwell. I'm the leader." Max did her best not to glare at him.

"I'm Fangette. The emo one." The dark-haired girl deadpanned. Fang raised his eyebrows. The strawberry blonde haired girl, with strangely vacant blue eyes, turned around and began speaking with her back to them.

"Hey guys. I'm Iglina, and I'm blind." Fangette turned her around so she was facing the right way, rolling her coal-black eyes. Iggy promptly fell out of the sky in shock.

"I'm Nudganto, and I like to talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk ta-" Iglina shoved her hand over Nudganto's mouth. Nudge gaped at him, speechless for once in her life.

"I'm the Gasgirl, or Gazetta," the little blonde-haired girl grinned, "I has a problem with mah digestive system." Gazzy coughed, looking a little weirded out.

"And I'm Anglo!" the curly-haired blonde boy snickered, "I can read your mind, yo!" Angel furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, and Anglo soon followed. They were having an epic mind war of... epic proportions.

Then they convulsed, simultaneously shrieking as their mind-war ended. Um, yeah...

"What are you doing here?" Max demanded, her hands on her hips. Maxwell shrugged.

"We were just on the run from the school, when we ran into you guys." He explained. Max narrowed her eyes at the familiar story. "Why don't I just randomly explain our whole life story for no apparent reason even though we've only just met?" both flocks nodded enthusiastically, Max having one of her bipolar mood swings.

"Sure!" she cheered.

One Mary-sue/Gary-sue life story later...

"So, you mean to tell me that your past is nearly exactly the same as ours, including escaping from the school and being chased by erasers and meeting Maxwell's Dad, Dr. Martinut, finding a little dog named Totella and basically going through lots of strange escapades that resemble outs in a spookily accurate way?" Max summarised, raising her eyebrows. Maxwell nodded.

"That's exactly right!" Iglina replied, scooting closer to Iggy.

"...That's... interesting..." Max frowned.

"So, we should totally join the flocks!" Maxwell suggested.

"HELLS YES!" Gazetta exclaimed. The others voiced their agreement, and soon they had formed a SOOPR DOOPR FLOOCK THT IS SOOOOOOO KWL.

And stuff. Anyway...

Max glared at Maxwell, who was slowly taking her position as leader as he flipped through the air. Stupid show off. I bet he has a voice. And I bet he is a kickass border-line emo, too. She thought darkly.

She snatched Fang's laptop from him and strutted off into the trees, researching everything the Second Flock had told them. Her eyes widened with each discovery until they were the size of two bowling balls. She pushed them back into her eye sockets and shook her head until they returned to normal size.

"OMG!" she announced, coming back into wherever they had decided to settle for the night. "I KNOW WHO THE SECOND FLOCK IS!"

"No need to kill the capslock key, Max." Fangette deadpanned in a monotone deadpan tone. Emoly.

"Shut up, imposter!" Max snarled. "THE SECOND FLOCK IS..."

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"What's with the dramatic pause?" Iggy asked, popping another cheeseball into his mouth.

"Ooh, cheeseballs!" Max screamed, jumping Iggy and eating up all his cheeseballs before wiping her mouth and pointing an accusing finger at Maxwell.

"THEY'RE JUST A BUNCH OF MARY SUES AND GARY SUES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, promptly chomping down on Maxwell's head.

"NOOOOO! WE'RE TOTALLY ORIGINAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he wailed. "WE SHOULD BE THE CENTRE OF ATTENTION!!!!!!!!!"

"Not a chance, bitch." Fang deadpanned, holding up a can of what looked like soda.

"...What's that?" Anglo asked, his voice quivering in fear. Fang smirked emoly.

"Sue-be-gone." He replied, "Buy it now at rain-bow-strike dot com for only $3832.99!" Shaking up the can and popping the top, the Sue-be-gone sprayed all over the Second Flock.

"NOES!!!" Nudganto screamed. "NOOOOO!"

"Oh no." Fangette drawled.

"WAAH!" Anglo screeched.

"!" Gazetta chanted, releasing gas after each denial.

"WHATS GOING ON? I CAN'T SEE!!" Iglina cried.

"WE'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, YOU DASTARDLY EVIL FIRST FLOCK!!!!!!" Maxwell ranted, right before he and the others melted into a puddle of sue-ness.

For a second, no one said anything.

"WHO WANTS TO WATCH ME FLIP?!" Max asked excitedly. "'Cos I'm the leader!"

"YEAH!!!!!"

A/N;

One thing learnt from this chapter: Don't EVER be better than Max at ANYTHING. She will call you a Sue and get her henchmen to spray you with Sue-be-gone.

Also, the flock should never meet another flock.

Ever.

Thanks for reading, review if you please, and remember to stay out of traffic!

-Rain