Author's note: I know it's only been one day since I updated, but I could not get this idea out of my head. I won't spoil it, but I knew I had to write it down before it escaped my mind. I hope you enjoy the latest installment! It's rather short, but it didn't really need to be very long.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: All rights go to Shawn Levy. I only own the story and a plump cat sitting on my bed.

"I want to watch Jaws! Can we Gigantor?"

Napoleon watched from his spot in his arm chair, his soldiers standing close nearby, observing the scene with concealed amusement. Jed had hopped up onto Larry's shoulder, his eyes wide and hopeful. "The last movie we watched was so boring that even a rattlesnake would have cuddled up to a mongoose."

Larry frowned, trying to figure out how that last bit made any sense, but set the miniature cowboy next to Octavius who was nodding enthusiastically at the idea. Eventually Larry sighed, holding a copy of the DVD out. "Alright," he said in defeat, though a smile was playing on his face. "But we're not watching the sequels, okay?"

"No problemo, Gigantor!"

He didn't even notice Capone take a seat next to him, resting his gun in his lap. "There's a lot of blood in this film, Nippy," the gangster teased, smirking all the while. "Sure you can handle that?"

"Please," he scoffed. "I've been in many battles; seen body parts. I think I can handle a man-eating shark. And don't call me Nippy!"

Capone laughed, grabbing some popcorn from the Huns and popping some in his mouth. "I bet you won't be able to sit through it."

"I can very well so!"

Capone just shook his head. "Then let's make this movie night interesting. If you get scared enough that it's incredibly noticeable to everyone, you owe me a favor. If not, then I owe you. How about it?"

He nodded, though a nagging voice inside of his head told him that he'd never been good at gambling. "Deal," he said, pride lacing his tone. "May the best man win."

"We'll see, French Fry."

He just glared that the mobster sourly before popping some gum in his mouth. Nicky Daley had shown it to him two weeks ago and since then, he couldn't get enough of it. So far, watermelon was his favorite at the moment and he reveled in the fruity taste in his mouth. He chewed on his gum absentmindedly for the first several minutes of the movie, blowing little bubbles here and there. He was about to blow a really big when Capone reached over to pop it. He managed to swat the monochromatic hand away before the man could do so. The last thing he needed was the sticky pink candy to be all over his face.

However, towards the last bit of the movie, he began to feel a bit uneasy. The men were out in the middle of the ocean with a shark that was out for a personal vendetta. His eyes widened as the shark began to tear the boat apart, grabbing ahold of one of the men and looking rather pleased while doing so.

He felt the urge to cover his eyes as the shark began to chomp down mercilessly on his body, his screams piercing the now quiet room. He chewed his gum in anticipation, wondering if the man's friends would meet the same fate.

He gave a huge sigh of relief once the shark was dead, making a mental note to himself to never make the Ocean World animals angry at him. Or any animal at all for that matter. In fact, he even made a small oath to himself to never anger another innocent animal again. Especially that devious little monkey, Dexter.

"You lost."

"What?!"

Capone tilted his head downwards, Napoleon following his gaze. His hand was clenched tightly onto the other man's hand. He flushed, words of embarrassment blurting out before he had even a chance to question why his hand was there in the first place. "I cannot lose!" he cried out. "How does this even count."

Capone laughed. "It was during the scene where the last guy got eaten. You started snapping your gum in your mouth so loudly that it was beginning to get a few stares," he laughed again, smirking evilly down at him. "But the icing on the cake was when you grabbed my hand like a horror struck dame."

"You-you cretín!"

"Oooh how original," the gangster stood up the minute the lights flickered on, grabbing his coat from the back of his chair. "I do expect you to pay up when the time is called," he tipped his hat in farewell, grinning rather proudly. "Till then."

Napoleon only watched as he walked away, jaw still open in shock and mortification. "What have I done to deserve this?" he muttered to himself, wishing he could disappear under his hat as some Puritan girls giggled as they walked by him. "I am never going to be able to live this down."

All his soldiers did was look at him with sympathy, giving him their condolences, but inwardly, they were finding the whole situation extremely hilarious.

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