Trixie looked up at the stars. "Scott. Just relax. You know, I know, everyone knows that Pietro certainly had it coming."

They were at the same cliché lookout point that Scott had taken Jean to before. But now Trixie had the coveted spot next to Scott in his car. She was leaning against him. Her hand was not visible.

Scott pondered it. He looked a little like something was weighing on his conscience, but he also looked triumphant. "I don't think the Chihiros will be giving us any more trouble."

Then they sat in peaceful, quiet, darkness again. Crickets could be heard.

"Scott… sweetie… is it supposed to be this soft?"

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"Ohmygod!" Peter Griffin sat in a filthy armchair in the Chihiro living room (but who would honestly want to live in it besides a bunch of college boys?). "Twenty-three years of college down the drain! May as well join the Peace Corps or something."

"I can't believe I threw up in front of Dean Father!" Tucker sat on the ground at the side of one of the couches with his head in his hands.

Another Chihiro, Coop, walked up to him. "Aw, face it, Dipwad. You threw up ON Dean Father. And don't forget it. We won't."

"You weren't even there!"

Before the conversation could continue, the door to the house opened. Everyone turned their attention to the living room entrance as Bender walked in, helping a very pathetic, injured-looking Pietro limp across the floor. His clothes were disheveled and he was holding an ice pack to his face. Bender wasn't exactly being very careful (sort of just dragging him… Bender's not used to this whole caring thing.)

Zuko, who had been brooding in his own little black hole of dark pensiveness, finally looked up and was able to bring himself to get up. "You look grotesque. What happened?" He was concerned, but his tone came out sort of like how dare you present yourself grotesquely in front of me. You'd better have a good explanation for this.

Pietro plopped himself down on the couch instead of easing himself down, his chronic impatience causing him more pain. "Some of the Totoros did a little dance on my face."

Peter got up and balled his fat hands into fists. "Who was it?"

"Oh, just Scooter and Robby and the little green fellow who keeps popping up... and some of the other Palin youth."

"What did you do?" Danny asked.

"I don't know, they're just animals, I guess!!"

After that, there were a couple sighs, then everyone seemed to remember what they were feeling dejected about before the drama. It didn't take long for everyone to figure out that there wasn't much they could do, and they remembered that it wasn't the first time that kind of thing had happened.

Pietro had observed this. "Did I miss something?"

Zuko brooded. He was getting to be so dark and moody at that point that just passing by him would be the equivalent of watching three full-length commercials for the Humane Society in a row. Or seeing a feature-length special on the Holocaust, even. "Yes, you did. Dean Father got our grades. We're all officially kicked out of school."

"Kicked out?!" Pietro first fast reaction was to be pissed. Then he raised an eyebrow. "No wait. That makes sense."

"Hey!" Peter Griffin had been standing up the whole time (it was motivated movement! Who can ever be sure with Peter!) "What's all this lying around bullshit, huh? We should do something!"

"Well, what are we supposed to do, you…!" Spud, another Delta, blurted, caught up in emotion, before settling down instantly. "… I had an insult planned, but I totally lost it. I did not really think it through… sorry."

Bender had a six pack on his lap and was going through them one by one. He was only one in. "War's over, man! Dean Father dropped the big one." A toast. "My advice to you is to give up!"

"OVER?" Peter repeated. "Did you say 'over'?"

Bender had to think it over and repeat his lines in his head. "I think so. Hey yeah. Yeah. I did."

"Nothing's over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Sui and Tang Dynasties in China defeated the Guptas and communized our trading system?!"

"Did you dip into my crack?" Pietro asked.

"Again?" Zuko added.

"It isn't over now! 'Cause when the going gets tough…!" He waited for answer.

…

…

…

"…The tough get going!! Yeah! Let's go! Come on! WHOO!" He ran out of the room.

No one followed.

Peter walked back in. "If I was Hugh Jackman, you'd all follow me. So visualize that!" He ran out again.

No one followed.

Peter came back again, looking pissed off now. "What happened to the Chihiros I used to know? Where's the spirits? Where's the guts? Where's the cocaine? This could be the greatest night of our lives!" Dramatic pause (ooh!). "But you're going to let it be the worst! Oh, we're afraid to go with you, Peter, we might get in trouble! We might get post-traumatic stress disorder! Well, just KISS MY ASS FROM NOW ON! Not me! I won't take this! Dean Father? Dead man! Scott Summers? Dead man! Robin? –"

"Dead!" Pietro blurted. He slowly lifted himself up, everyone else looking up in surprise; they were getting just a wee bit energized, but not enough to act on it. If Pietro thought they could do it, it might just be true. Peter looked surprised he was getting supported too, as Pietro continued. "Peter's right! Psychotic! And probably tipsy! But absolutely right! We have to take down these bastards! We could fight them with conventional weapons, yeah, that could take years and cost millions of lives. But in this case we have to go all out! This situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part-!"
"And we're just the guys to do it," Peter finished, the whimsical energy returning to his fat face.

"LET'S DO IT!" Pietro and Peter shouted at the same time.

"Let's do it!" The Chihiros echoed. Danny and Tucker jumped up and waved their arms wildly. Bender threw a beer at the ceiling. Even Zuko was getting up and smiling with determination. With Peter herding them like sheep, everyone ran out of the living room in an overexcited swarm.

But Danny lagged behind.

Tucker poked his head back in. "Danny! Aren't you coming?"

"I'll be right back! There's someone I have to see!"

Tucker watched, puzzled, as Danny left through the front door.

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It was past midnight when Danny had reached Sam's house. He didn't want to wake her parents, but still somehow needed to wake her. "Sam. Saaaam." This stage whisper was getting him nowhere, so he looked around on the grass for a small pebble. He found a tiny stone and threw it at her window, but it bounced off the frame. Danny picked up another and threw it. It hit the window but bounced off with little noise made. Now frustrated, Danny picked up a rock half the size of his fist and threw it.

It went through the window. A light clicked on.

Danny yelped in fear and tried to run away but ran straight into a tree, which knocked him back on his butt.

Sam came in the window, bleary-eyed and in a sexy little black-and-purple gothic nightgown. "Uh… hello? Lucas?"

Lucas? "It's Danny! I took you to the party… remember?"

She looked down and seemed to fully snap awake. "Danny! Hold on, I'm coming down!"

A few seconds passed as she made her way down, coming out now with combat boots too. She was scowling a bit. "So how come you show up now? I didn't expect to see you."

Danny just then realized he hadn't talked to her since… he didn't know. Ever since he joined Chihiro House, his sense of days of the week was shoddy. Hoping he would seem innocent and forgivable for it, he gave her his best sheepish face. "I never got a chance to say goodnight after the party."

Sam cracked a smile, much to Danny's relief. "My parents practically pumped my stomach."

Danny smiled too and shrugged. "So, uh, can we take a walk or something?"

"I hate romantic moonlight walks. And what do you mean by 'or something'?"

"Well, I could get some beer…"

Once she heard the word 'beer' she held up her hand. "No booze tonight, okay? Besides, who knows…" She leaned towards him a bit. "You might get lucky without it."

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Somehow, through the nauseatingly fast course of events that neither of them could believe if they tried, Danny and Sam were under the bleachers at the Miyazaki College football field in Sam's black-and-purple-skull-print-striped sleeping bag. They were making out, wearing only their undergarments… but Sam was starting to remove hers.

"Wait, before we go any further…" Danny pulled his face away and paused. "I lied to you. I've never done this before."

"You never made out with a girl before?"

"No, I-I uh, I've never done what I, um, think we're going to do now!"

Sam smirked. "That's okay, Danny, neither have I. Besides, I kind of lied to you, too…"

Danny listened as he began to remove his boxers too. "Yeah? What about?"

But what she said next made Danny stop short: "I'm only thirteen!"