For the record, in the end of this chapter and the next one, the mice find out Macca's gay. Or half-gay. Or some percentage of gayness. The reason I say this is because it is frequently debated among Road, Kylie, and Mac herself.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you may recognize. I have a can of cream soda, but please don't sue me for it.

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"I am frickin' busy, Road, frickin' busy," Macca said with a faint air of exasperation, shoving past the British woman with a handful of silverware.

"Busy? With what?" Roadface asked, leaning against the counter.

"Karusou Morgan," Macca began sternly, and Roadface shrank. "What is this?"

"That's a butter knife, Mac," she said cautiously.

"Do you want me to saw your limbs off with this butter knife?"

"No." She paused and narrowed her eyes. "Why would you do that?"

"Because that's what happens to people who ask too many questions," Macca snapped. Roadface raised her hands in defense and backed away.

"So," she began, worming her way onto the couch between Modo and Throttle. "What's with her?" There was a frustrated growl from the kitchen and Macca stormed across the living room, slamming the door behind her as she walked outside.

"She's stressed because it's Charley's birthday and we've refused to help her," Vinnie explained, leaning over the back of the couch. Roadface frowned.

"Don't come cryin' to me if you get beat up because of it," she said loftily, turning to look at him. "Honestly...Snowflake, did you think she'd be so keen on doing it by herself? Of doing it at all?" He looked away in thought for a moment before turning back to her.

"Did you just call me...'Snowflake'?" he asked slowly.

"That I did," she answered with a small nod.

"'Snowflake'?" he repeated.

"Are you deaf?" she asked with a faint grin.

"Why 'Snowflake'?"

"Well, you see, in honor of the 'Super Cool Nickname' club, we -me and Mac- decided to give you all nicknames. Yours is Snowflake. We've also decided that you, dude, are a total idiot. We didn't want to say it to your face 'cause that's, you know, mean. But judging by the things we've seen and the stuff we've done, we could care less about being mean. The truth is more important. Truth hurts. The truth is that you are a complete and utter idiot." She glanced at him and met his death glare before turning to the other two mice, throwing her arms around them. "Are we in agreement?"

"Don't bring me into this, sister," Throttle answered, removing her arm and standing, probably to remove himself from the immediate danger that was radiating from Vinnie. Roadface turned to Modo.

"How 'bout you, big guy?" she asked, giving her best innocent smile. He stood and exited the room, but not without grinning. "You see, they don't want to admit it, but they agree with me. They absolutely agree with me. One...hundred...percent."

Slap!

"Oh, yeah! Here we go, here we go!" Roadface shouted, briefly touching her slapped cheek before tackling him to the ground. A rather violent struggle ensured, causing a lamp on the end table to wobble over and break. Throttle flinched at the shattering sound and retreating to the kitchen, where the only danger was Macca returning with a butter knife. Modo, annoyed and amused, lifted Roadface off via an arm around her waist. "Weee!" she shouted enthusiastically as she was lifted off the ground.

"Don't beat up my best buddy," Macca said, seeming to appear out of nowhere. She wrapped her arms around Vinnie's waist as he stood, grinning faintly. "For me, your wonderful friend who is saving the birthday of the wonderful woman who occasionally lets you stay in her house, despite the fact that you are an idiot?" She batted her eyelashes and peered around to look at him. She turned and walked over to the door as an engine rumbled outside.

The door opened and suddenly the room was full of confetti. Macca was running around with a large bucket, tossing rainbow and holographic confetti in the air. She paused briefly to dump what was left over Charley's head. "Happy birthday, dudette!" she declared, thumping her on the back.

"Two hours and all you managed was a whole bunch of confetti?" Vinnie criticized, brushing confetti off himself. Macca turned on him, looking insulted.

"No! I also made a cake," she announced, heading for the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out a cake, vanilla frosting and a motorcycle iced on the top. She grinned in success and pulled a pack of candles out of her back pocket. She placed a few on the cake, not caring if it was the right number or not, and lit them with a match.

"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Charley, happy birthday to you!"

Charley grinned and blew out the candles. After a brief fight over the knife, Roadface ended up cutting the cake, making sure that Charley got the biggest piece. The door banged open after a few moments.

"Oh, my love, we are reunited at last!" Kylie strode into the kitchen, pressing a hand to her chest, laying the other on Macca's shoulder.

"But of course, the cruelness of the world cannot keep us apart, my dearest," Macca joined in, grabbing Kylie's hands and holding them in her own. "I will never stop loving you."