The Day of the Random

"Oh do you know the Muffin Man? The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man. Oh do you know the Muffin Man who eats children's brains!"

Matt twitched as Jeff continued to sing and skip around happily. He had been singing that song for the past half hour and it was getting very verry annoying. "Can you please stop?" he asked desperately. "You've sang that enough Jeffro."

Jeff stuck his tongue out defiantly. "Shut up Matty! I can sing anything I want to!"

Matt groaned as Jeff went back to his song. This had to stop and it had to stop now. Looking around the room desperately for some sort of distraction, he had to endure a couple of more minutes of singing before he finally managed to find something. "Hey Jeff," he said, taking the bag of Skittles he had found and shaking them so the candy would rattle together. "Look what I have."

Jeff stopped singing, his eyes getting twice their normal size. "Gimmie!" he ordered, reaching out and trying to take the sweet rainbow candy from Matt's hands.

"Hold on a second," Matt said, keeping the candy out of Jeff's reach. "If you want the candy, you have to stop singing. And if I give it to you and you start singing anyway, I'll give you a spanking."

"No!" Jeff whined, stomping his foot. "No pankin'. I don't want one Matty."

"Alright then. You be a good boy and stop singing then." Matt handed Jeff the Skittles, taking a step back so Jeff could rip into them in peace.

"Nom nom nom!" Jeff exclaimed happily. He ripped the bag open with his teeth and poured a whole bunch of Skittles in his mouth.

"Chew with your mouth closed please," Matt said, wincing as Jeff made disgusting sounds as he chewed.

Jeff made a face at him before flipping his off."

"Matt! Matt! Where are you?"

Matt turned around and saw Ron coming up to him. "Hey Truth," he said cheerfully. He frowned when he saw the panicked look on his friend's face. "What's wrong?"

"You need to keep your crazy ass friends away from me," Ron informed him. "They seriously-ah shit, here they come."

"Buckwheat!" Hunter shouted, leading Shawn over to Ron and grabbing him into a bear hug. "Don't you dare run away from us again Buckwheat. You don't want me to beat your knee caps, now do you?"

Matt blinked, looking back and forth between Hunter and Ron. "Buckwheat?" he finally managed to say.

"Yeah," Shawn said, bouncing up and down eagerly. "You know, from Little Rascals." He patted Ron on the head, a big grin plastered on his face. "We've been looking for this kid for years! Thank God we finally found him. I'm such a big fan."

Matt could hardly believe what he was hearing. He looked at Ron again, who looked ready to start delivering slaps if he wasn't let go soon. "Uh…guys, I don't know how to break this to you, but Ron's not Buckwheat."

"Yes he is," Hunter said. He looked scandalized by the mere fact that Matt was disagreeing with him.

"No I'm not!" Ron exclaimed. He stomped on Hunter's foot and elbowed him in the stomach so he could get away. "I'm not Buckwheat damn it!"

"Oh yeah?" Hunter shook his head. "Prove it!"

"Fine!" Ron slapped Hunter across the face before walking away.

Hunter blinked and shook his head. "Wait, that doesn't prove anything!"

"No, but it was funny as hell!" Shawn exclaimed with a laugh.

Matt chuckled, finding the humor in the situation too. Who didn't find slapping Hunter funny? If someone really didn't think it was funny, he personally thought they needed their head examined. He looked over to see if Jeff was laughing, but Jeff was no longer there. "Oh no," he groaned. "Where did he go now damn it?"

….

"I have Skittles oh yes I do," Jeff sang under his breath as he danced along. Since Hunter, Shawn and Ron had been thoughtful enough to distract Matt for him, he was going to go have some fun. "I have Skittles…Skittles are my babies…hehehehehehe." He bounced around happily, opening a random door and finding that it was a janitor's closet. "Yay!" he exclaimed as he grabbed a broom out of there and began trying to ride it. "I'm a witch! Look at me, I'm a witch! Witch witch-"

The locker room door right across from him opened, scaring him badly and causing him to jump. "Terrorist!" he shrieked as soon as he saw a creepy chest beaver staring at him. He took the broom he was riding and swung it hard, clocking that person right in the face and knocking them out. That was when he realized the person was not a terrorist at all; it was just Phil.

"Crap," he said under his breath. He grabbed his on-screen nemeses and his off screen bitch by the ankles and got him settled in the closet. "That should hold him," Jeff said happily, shutting him in there and then resuming his broom riding activities. "Oh I'm a witch…witch witch witch…and I'm gonna eat the Muffin Man!"