Hey guys! A lot of my regular reviewers have stopped reviewing! I don't know why, if it's the quality I'll try to do better but...Yeah! And I can't keep this story running without help from my reviewers so, PLEASE! PLEASE! REVIEW! I need suggestions! And also, next chapter is the villain Q & A, so this week is the last chance to give me questions you'd like to ask. I will take all of them!

Chapter 19: I'm gonna wreck it!

The Wrecking Crew (Piledriver, Wrecker, Thunderball, and Bulldozer) was lounging around Wrecker's house. They were eating nachos and lying on couches or on the floor. Finally, Wrecker's 16 year old daughter, Taylor, came in.

"Dad! Where is my new dress?" She asked. Wrecker cocked an eyebrow.

"I dunno, why?"

"Um, duh! The school dance starts in an hour!" She said. Then she hastily left the room in a panic to search the rest of the house. The Wrecking Crew looked at each other.

"Wanna go embarrass my daughter?" Wrecker smirked. The others nodded eagerly and went to find some more 'appropriate' clothes.

Taylor was dancing with the guy who she had always had a huge crush on. Bob. He was one of the popular kids and he had finally asked Taylor to the dance. She was wearing her new dress, which was short-ish and pink and sparkly.

"Hey Tay!" Piledriver came in. Taylor stared at him.

"Oooooohhh! Wait! Is this bob?" Piledriver shook Bob's hand. The huge man was dressed in a neon orange (Think of old lady lipstick) suit and a blue and purple striped tie.

"Nice...to meet...you?" Bob said.

"Polite! No wonder Taylor has had a crush on you since elementary school! She even has a secret shrine in her locker dedicated to you!" Piledriver whispered confidentially. Taylor slapped Piledriver away and glared at him.

"Hey Taylor!" Thunderball wormed his way between Bob and Taylor. "Whaz goes on in the hizzy! This is a pretty hip song huh?" He was wearing huge golden, fake teeth, a golden whistle around his neck, a rainbow colored afro, a madras shirt and bellbottom jeans up to his armpits.

"Um, ew!" Taylor led Bob away from Thunderball.

"I 'member back in the 80s when I used to get funky with it!" He yelled, placing one hand on the back of his head, and the other hand holding up his foot, he started shaking and bobbing and hopping around like a headless chicken. Bob looked at Taylor.

"Do you know these guys?"

"Um...no?"

"Yo Tay Tay!" Bulldozer strolled in. He was wearing a black leather jacket, ripped denim jeans, and an Elvis-style wig, extra hair spray. Taylor sighed.

"Kill me now," She muttered.

"So...did you guys make out yet?"

"Wait, WHAT!" Taylor screeched.

"Taylor! Is this Bob?" Wrecker walked in last. Taylor nearly had a heart attack upon seeing him. He was wearing a stained, white undershirt, and...no pants! Just his boxers decorated with little hearts. He clapped Bob on the back and pulled him over.

"Mind if I have a quick talk with Bob, Honeyplum?"

"Uh..."

"Great, thanks!" Wrecker grabbed Bob just as a slow song started playing. Wrecker seized the moment and started slow dancing with Bob, all the while glaring at him.

"Listen Bob, if you do anything to my little girl, I will wreck your face!"

"Yes, sir!" Bob yelped.

"Good, because if you even think about her, I will come to your house, wear what I'm wearing now, and do the Harlem Shake on your lawn until it haunts your nightmares!" Wrecker shouted. Bob gulped, eyes widening.

"Yes, sir!"

"Great! Now go have fun ya crazy kid!" Wrecker shoved him into Taylor.

"Bob!" She said in surprise.

"Yeah um, Taylor? I think we need to see other people..." He chuckled nervously. He ran out of the gym.

"Wait Bob!"

"It's not me, it's your family!" He yelled back as he ran. Now the Wrecking Crew stood behind Taylor.

"Such a nice young man," Bulldozer said. Taylor turned to them.

"I AM GONG YOU WRECK ALL OF YOU!" She screamed, and the last thing that Wrecker said before being knocked unconscious was:

"My little girl, I'm so proud!"

Also, sorry for the delay, but I was on a road trip/holiday! Yay! Thanks to:

I'm a Jesus Freak

IronFistRocks

For sticking with it! Anyway...

Wolf out...