I've realized Roadface rambles alot (so does the real one). Also, any of you who may have read my cousin's (Black Confession) stories, she's a lazy butt, isn't she? I think she pays more attention to other people's stuff than her own.

Disclaimer: If I owned BMFM, I would not be stuck with this slow computer.

-x-

"Give that to me, dammit!"

"No way, sweetheart!"

Charley recognized both Macca and Vinnie, in the kitchen fighting. She descended the stairs and noticed that the source of the arguement was what seemed to be the last can of rootbeer. "Guys," she began, but stopped when Throttle made a small motion. He, Modo and Jude were watching from the doorway.

"Don't you sweet talk me, dude!"

"Just give it to me!" Macca, extremely annoyed, punched his jaw. "You're lucky you're a woman."

"I did it because I'm a woman!" And this started a whole new round.

"You were right," Charley said, watching as Vinnie tripped over a chairleg and fell on Macca.

"The resmblence is stunning," Modo agreed, ignoring the fact the Jude was once again attempting to eat his arm.

"What are you trying to do?" Macca shouted, pushing Vinnie off her and still keeping a grip on the can. "Rape me?"

"You watch it, honey!" He tried to pull the can away and suceeded in pulling Macca with it.

"Dude, your studly charms don't work on me!" She tried to yank it out of his grip and failed. "C'mon!"

The door opened and Roadface walked in carrying a bag. She glanced at the two of them, creased her brow, and set the bag down. She removed a rubber turtle and threw it at Macca.

"Hey, what--" she stopped suddenly, noticing the toy lying on the kitchen floor. She bent to pick it up and, from a combination of the condensation on the can and Vinnie raising it above his head, fell. "Like, dude!" she shouted, grabbing Vinnie's foot and pulling. She succeeded in pulling him down. "No don't--" But he was already chugging down the can.

"Mac, don't be like that," Roadface said, up-ending the bag over the older woman's head. "Here. All the crap I found in your room that you might want."

"Why can't I keep it there?" she asked, pausing in the task of pulling Vinnie's ear.

"Your dad's cleaning out."

"What?" she asked, comically grabbing Vinnie's arm and hugging it in a fit of worry.

"You're twenty-three and all your stuff is still in your dad's house. Go get it." She pointed to the door and Macca scrambled out.

"Seriously?" Charley asked as the sound of the bike recceeded.

"Actually, government is repossesing it. I am not lugging the extensive collection of crap over here. Macca will have to do it herself." She grinned briefly. "Remember the TKD?"

"TKD?" Throttle asked, ignoring the loud belch from Vinnie.

"Yeah," Charley said, smiling back. "The Trapper-Keeper of Doom. When Macca was back in school, she had a trapper-keeper. And every time she'd pick it up, she'd get a paper cut. So, at the end of the year, she threw it out the third floor window. It didn't do anything to it, but she was very proud of it. Then one of the teachers found her name it and gave it back. Needless to say, she was very mad."

"And she never thought to get rid of it after that?" Modo asked, sounding a bit skeptical.

"She tried, but it never worked," Roadface sighed. "She's run it over with her bike several times, all that got her was a bunch of tiretracks. Alas, it is indestructable. Mac shall be forever haunted by the existance of the Trapper-Keeper of Doom." She then eyed the three mice. "Perhaps you could help."

-x-

Macca returned an hour later, driving her father's truck. Two large cardboard boxes were in the bed, along with an extremely out-of-shape Honda Revo. "Isn't that-isn't that-isn't that?" Roadface asked excitedly, heaving herself into the bed of the truck. "You still have this?!" She patted the Honda happily and helped Macca unload it. "Lookie!"

"Yes, I see it," Charley said, placing one hand on her hip and laughing at the younger girl's antics.

"It still says--" Roadface stopped and grinned at Macca. Emblazoned across the side in bright orange was 'The Reaper' which had been crossed out and had 'The Kid' written under it, raked back to show speed.

"We went through tons of names, didn't we?" Macca asked, leaning over the side and tugging Roadface's long braid. "And now we shall start the 'Super Cool Nickname' club!" She adopted an air of duty and held up her hand. "I, Loni Machine, hereby announce that 'The Reaper' was one of the coolest nicknames I ever had!"

"What about Mom?"

"Oh, please don't remind me of that. It's even worse than that dunce," she said, glaring at Vinnie.

"What did you say?" he asked, taking a step forward.

"Well," Roadface said, wheeling the Honda out of the way. "This wonderful thing is the bike Charley gave Macca seven years ago, but she gave it to me when she got her bike, and I gave it back after I got mine, and then we tried giving it to Kylie -very good friend of ours- but she didn't want, so we tried to sell it but by then it looked like crap, so Macca ended up taking it, practically killed herself trying to get in the garage because there was this weirdo with a speedboat trying to go down the street, I don't think you people care, but she's alive and it was weird."

"Don't remind me of Speedboat Guy!" Macca shouted, sitting on a faintly concious Vinnie.

"What...happened?" Throttle asked slowly.

"I proved a point."