"Heheeheheeeee! Tug-of-War! Tug-of-War! Heheeee!" I am giggling. Giggling. "Come on, B.B.! Hehe--Tug of Warrrrrr!"

Beast Boy is all-but-dragging me into the Tower's Main Room with both of his noodly green arms tugging at my wrist. "Nnnngh! Raven, quit it! We gotta get you back to normal n'stuff! Can't you--I dunno--meditate yourself out of this or something?"

"Pffft!" I stick my tongue out, fold my arms in a pout, and give him an upturned nose. "Why are you bein' such a spoil sport? Meditation is for dweebs, B.B. Evvvvvil dweebs..." I grin wide with suspiciously thinning eyes. "Dweebs... ...like that big herd of them OVER THERE!" I point over his shoulder.

"H-Huh?.?.?" He spins around and looks.

I grab the bottom of his jumpshirt and hoist it up and over the front of his head from behind. Fw-Fwump!

"MMMMFFF!" He struggles and waves his arms around like a hooded zombie.

"Heeeheeeheeeheee!" I giggle and float around him, hugging my sore tummy as tears leak out of my 'laughing' eyes.

"Mmmmf---DUAAAH!" Beast Boy fights himself free from his own strait jacketing shirt. "R-Rae! Cut it out! I.. ...I-I'm serious!"

"Silly elf. Your earrrrrs are drooping! Heehee!" I leap up onto the kitchen counter and trapeze-artist-step across the edge like it's a balancing beam. "Droop! Droop! Droop! Droop! Droop! Drooooop! Hehe!"

"Ugh!" Beast Boy runs a hand over his emerald face and whirls around to face the dumb-struck Titans in attendance. "I can't make her stop.. ... ...s-stop.. .. ...stop having fun! Dudes! You've gotta help me!"

"It's your own damn fault, B.B.," Cyborg folds his arms with a frown. "You went messin' around right when she was meditating!"

"All I did was throw a Frisbee at her! Ya know?.?.?" Beast Boy flails his arms. "'Raven! Catch!' That's simple enough, ain't it? I-I mean, you saw how she could stop a volleyball without moving a muscle before! And she was in meditation then, r-right?"

"Hehe--Hey Beast Boy!" I perch on the edge of the kitchen counter, hackey-sack a salt-shaker into my hand, and toss it at him. "Tag! You're it!"

Bonk!

"OW!" Beast Boy rubs his throbbing head. "For the love of Dick Van Dyke, this is so not working out--"

"Tag!" I toss the pepper shaker. "You're it again!"

BONK!

"OW!"

"Heheheheheeeeeeee!" I leap up and down, clapping my hands.

"Welllllll... ...," Cyborg clears his throat and tries to keep a straight face. "If you ask me, it seems like you interrupted Raven during a REALLLLLYIMPORTANT part of her meditation, little man."

"Yeah? You think?" Beast Boy cackles. He ducks momentarily to avoid a flying napkin stand. "Just what did I crash in on, exactly? 'Ravenchop's Play-Along'?" BONK! (A coaster) "OW!.!.!" ("He he heeee!")

"You don't remember a damn thing, do you?" Cyborg points. "That one time we went into Raven's head?"

Beast Boy shudders. "Er.. ...y-yeah...?"

"She had all those different emotions, right?"

"Oh, right. Heh, I liked the green one..." He ducks--nothing...this time.

"Well, that's kinda what Raven does when she meditates."

"Does what?"

"Cycle through her emotions and stuff. Keeping house in a mental fashion."

"And it would appear as though you have unwittingly throttled her joyous fragmentation to the surface of her conscious exterior," Starfire exclaims with hands modestly folded. She takes one long look at me--and inevitably breaks forth into a happy giggle and smile of her own. "In all honesty, I find it both amusing and endearing."

"Heeheehee! Hey everyone! Guess who I am!" I whip off my blue robe, hunch over like a gargoyle, and stick two fingers up like 'ears' beneath the cowl-like garment now framing my hand. "'I ammmmm the self afflicted, over-anal macho man who angsssssts in the nightttttt.' Heheheheeeeee!"

Robin's cranial artery pulses. He glares over at Cyborg. "How do we fix her?"

"Erm... ..." Cyborg sweatdrops.

"What is there to repair or not repair? Hehe!" Starfire hops up onto the counter with me. "Beloved friend! Allow me to perform an impression now!" She grabs my blue robe and wears it over her frame while half-kneeling to achieve my lower height. "'Azarath to the Metrion of the Zinthos.. ... ...I am most emphatically surrounded by scary books and dead kittens that it constantly suppresses me into a fixed state of monotonous apathyyyy!'"

"Hehehehe!" I giggle and point at her. "You look sooooooo stupidddddd!"

"Hehehehehe!"

"Hehehehe!" I grab Starfire's wrists. She grabs mine. We dance spinningly across the counter top.

Beast Boy's ears deflate and he blinks between normal green eyes and lifeless, gray pupils. "Okaaaaaay.. ... ...did I just swallow a gallon of opium, or is this--"

"It's really happening," Cyborg rubs the human part of his head. "And it's scaring the bejeezus out of me..."

"Right.. ...," Robin takes a breath and marches towards the elevator. "Well, I've seen enough."

"Man, ain't you going to make a suggestion or something?"

"How about letting Raven just--I dunno--run her course?" The Boy Wonder shrugs. "Heck, look at her! She's happy and free of inhibitions! That's all you ever wished from her, isn't it, Beast Boy?"

"Erm... ...w-well...," the green elf adjusts his collar while sweating profusely.

"Isn't it?" Cyborg also glares.

Beast Boy looks at Starfire and I.

The Tamaranian girl is lying flat-out, chest first along the kitchen counter and I am literally standing on her back with my legs wobbling. "Everybody's gonnnnnne surrrrfiiiiiiing!"

"Hehe...'Splash!' 'Splash'!" Starfire emits.

"Hehehehe!"

Beast Boy shudders. "IamsoscaredIamsoscaredIamsoscared..."

Robin manages a chuckle. Cyborg and Beast Boy glance curiously at him. The Boy Wonder raises his gloved hands: "Don't worry. I'll take care of it. Be right back..." He descends in the elevator.

"Make it quick, dawg! I don't know how much more of this the equilibrium of the universe can take!"

"HEY CYBORG!" I leap off of the counter (and Starfire) and stop in front of him in a leotard-gymnast, mid-hover pose. "GUESS WHAT?"

"Erm.. ...wh-what?"

"CHICKEN BUTT! Hehehehehehe!" I grab my tummy again, giggling. I then proceed to 'backstroke' through the air of the Main Room, humming and then 'spitting out' make-believe fountains of water. "Hmmmm...hmmm-hmmm-hmmmm!"

"Heeee," Starfire sits on the edge of the counter with my robe in her lap. She cups her hands together along the side of her head. "Does she not appear so lively and glorious?"

"Uh.. ...Yeah. If you take to schizophrenia as a way of 'happiness'," Beast Boy shivers.

"Ohhhh man," Cyborg helplessly grins. "The stories this is going to make."

"Hehe... ...Y-Yeah...," Beast Boy nervously manages a smirk. "I-I guess that's going to be--Oh wait." His eyes grow as wide as saucers. "How bad is she going to kill me?"

"Uhhh... ...It depends," Cyborg shrugs. "She is still 'Raven' right now, ya know. It's not like she isn't here or something."

"Hey! Where'd my shadow go?" I mount a dormant ceiling fan upside downlike it's the crow's nest and 'peer' across the 'horizon'. "I'm full of happy thoughts and he's not sewn onto me!"

"You sure she's here right now, dude?" Beast Boy whimpers.

"Hey Rae!" Cyborg calls upwards. "You there?"

"Hey Cy! Your shoelaces untied?"

"H-Huh?" He glances down. "But I don't have any shoelaces--Wait--"

Thwisssh-BONK! A ceiling blade fan hits him.

"OW!" Cyborg rubs his head. "Girl, how'd you do that?.?.?"

"Hehehehehehe!" Starfire all but keels over, giggling. "This is so wondrously absurd!"

"STARFIRE!" I grin wide and soar down in her face. SHOOOOP! Levitating: "I need to borrow ALLLLLL of the pink shoes, skirts, blouses, dresses, and underwear you've got!"

"Eeep...," Starfire suddenly blushes. "Even m-my lingerings?"

"We are going OUT TONIGHT!" I stand like a Spanish Conquistador with my leg propped up on a kitchen stool and point into the sky. "Two girls who can FLOAT! We'd pick up guys and they'd HAVE to go out with us or else we'd drop them into the City Septic Depository!"

"Whoah-Whoah-Whoah.. ...W-Wait!" Cyborg chuckles and walks over. "'Raven', I thought you hated going out on dates with guys?"

"Who said we'd be dating the guys?" I wink and hook an arm around Starfire.

Starfire blinks... ...then sweatdrops with her eyes shut. "Eh heh heh heh heh..."

"Sh-She's kidding, right?" Beast Boy whispers.

"B.B.! THINK FAST!" I grab Starfire and toss her at him.

H-Huh?--WAAAAAAIEEEE!"

"DAAAH!" TH-THWUMP!

Tamaranian and Elf go sprawling all over the distant couch. Tangled...

"Hehehe!" I giggle and all but fall off the stool. "Way to catch a girl, Beast Boy!"

"All right now, Strawberry Shortcake...," Cyborg smirks and rests a gentle--but restraining hand on my shoulder. "You're getting close to Defcon 2 on the Giddy Scale--"

"Nuts to you!" I stick my tongue out and slap my fingers into the nape of his neck.

Th-Thunk!

Cyborg gasps from the contact with his hidden switch as--Whurrrr-Ch-Chtung! The metal half of his head (red eye included) pops off.

Sn-Snatch! I grab it and leap off the stool. "I got your brain pan! I got your brain pan!"

"H-Hey!" Cyborg blushes as he clamps two hands over his half-a-head. "My skull!"

"Hehehehe!"

"Gimme back my skull!"

"Nuh-uhhhh!" I wear the blue-and-silver metal headplate on my bluer head and run around the room with arms out like an airplane. "Plllbllbllbllbllblbllbbbb! Heehehehe!"

Cyborg chases me. "Dang it all! Come back!"

Starfire and Beast Boy barely manage to disentangle themselves in time to gaze upon the most recent debacle.. ... ...and helplessly laugh...

Then with a firm 'swish' sound, Robin emerges once more into the Main Room. "All right, All right.. ...Pilot to Bombadier, we're heading home..." He brandishes a tiny device in his hand with a trigger and a needle. "Think you can signal the airplane over here, Cyborg?"

"Man, she's got my skull! Tell her to stop messing with my head!"

"Why? I never did before."

"Hehehehe--Good one, Robin!"

"Shut up, Beast Boy. You're in trouble, remember?"

"Erp..."

"Plblblblbbbb! Hee hee hee!" I 'fly' around the room and settle in the center, twirling Cyborg's skull plate like a top hat and grinning with a vengeance. "And for my next trick--Instant oatmeal! Beast Boy! Fetch me a glass of milk and a loaf of bread!"

"Starfire," Robin glances across the room with a calm curve to his lips. "If you'd may..."

"Gladly, Robin," she gently smiles and flies over to where she grips me from behind. "Calm yourself, Raven--"

"HEY! Hehehe!" I giggle and struggle with her. "No fair! Sending a Tamaranian to do a caped crusader's job!"

"Do kindly find that 'center' that so alleviates you of your mental confusion!"

"Pffft! Centers are for cancer patients! Heheheheeee! Hey! Hey! Guess who in here has never looked a gift horse in the--"

Snkkkt! Robin's device pricks me in the side and emanates a hiss as it briefly injects me with a serum.

"Owwwwwwwieeeeee," I make a face and stick my tongue out at Robin. "Meanie! No Valentine's Card for you!"

"The heck does th-that mean?" Beast Boy scratches his head.

"It means that I gave her the tranquilizer in the nick of time," Robin says, stepping back from Starfire and I. "For her sake, most of all."

"Dude, a tranquilizer? What does she look like, a moose?"

"Fine, a sedative," Robin gestures. "I've used it on Raven before per her request the first time 'rage' got loose..."

Pop-CHTUNK! Cyborg reattaches his skull and walks up. "Yo, you mean there was a time before Beast Boy and I got zapped through her mirror that Raven's emotions went out of control?"

Robin shrugs. "It's best not to make a big deal about it. Raven's just like any other person--only when she has her brief episodes of stress, her powers have nothing to restrain them, and as such we have a little--well--glitch now and then."

"Er.. ...yeah..."

"That's why she's constantly having to meditate and harness her emotions in fine tuning with her abilities without the advent of Frisbee tossing," the Boy Wonder says. "What, were you all born yesterday?"

"It seems to be working on her," Beast Boy points.

"Friend Raven...," Starfire leans her head over and speaks gently into my ear. "How are you feeling?"

"Mmmm.. ...I...hehehe.. ...I-I...," my violet eyes narrow and narrow. My smile turns into a drunken grin. "... ...hehe.. ... ..so.. ...sooo going out tonight.. .. ... ...and b-being girlie..."

"Hehe... ...Maybe another time, dearest companion. Maybe another time..."

"Heh," Beast Boy rolls his eyes. "Maybe not..."

"Hmmmm...nngh...," I fall back lazily into Starfire's support as the world turns foggier and darker. A liquid motion returns to things. ".. ... ...so.. ... ..s-so tyred.. ..."

Cyborg leans in. "Rae? Raven?.?.? Can you tell what's happened now, Raven?"

"Nnnngh...," my smile fades but I'm far too submerged in exhaustion to form a frown in its place. ".. ... ...everyone.. .. ...everyone... ...?"

"Yes?"

"Yes, Raven?"

"What is it, Raven?"

My eyes blink.. ...then close shut as I drift back.. ... ..back.. ... ... .. ..back...

".. ... ..r-remind me... ... ...remind me.. ...to k-kill.. ...B-Beast Boy..."

"Ulp!" the changeling hugs himself and shrinks into the corner of the room in mouse form. "Hoo boy. Here we go."

"Uh...I'm not sure I can let you get away with killing our resident metamorph, Raven," Robin smirks.

"Nnngh.. ...f-fine.. ... ...," my head starts to nod as I murmur and drone away: ".. ...th-then s-somebody give me.. .. ...a cheese grater when I w-wake up.. ..."

Cyborg smirks. "What for?"

".. ...it has.. .. .. ...a d-date.. .. ... ..w-with Beast Boy's scrotum. ... .. ...nnngh..." And I'm asleep.

Starfire bites her lip. "Friends, I dare say we must endeavor to give poor Raven the longest duration of sleep she can afford."

"I second that and stuff," Cyborg reaches in. "Here, I'll carry her to her room."

"And I shall assist you, Cyborg."

"Right... ..," Robin nods. "And as for now..." He turns with an eyemasked glare. "Beast Boy---?" He blinks.

There's an elf-shaped hole formed in the door to the descending stairwell.

"Oh right... ...I guess so."