Hey guys!

I know I haven't been on FF in about two years - I am alive still! - but I saw how many people liked this fic, so I decided to update it!

Writing this made me laugh so much, I hope it makes you smile!

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Thanks

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Tyson was bored. Very bored. Since the world championships were over for that year – and yes, it doesn't take a genius to work out that Tyson had won, again – no one was around.

Hilary was studying very hard in school; Kenny was locked away, updating and revamping his computer; Ray had gone back to China; and Max had gone back to America to live with his mum. The whereabouts of Kai- well, your guess is as good as mine- no one knew.

Occasionally, the teams kept in contact via Facebook, but Tyson had not heard from anyone in a long time. What was a bored teen supposed to do? In fact, he should currently be in school, sitting in his desk next to Hilary, but he'd bunked, again, and the brunette had lost the will to keep getting him into trouble about it.

Facebook.

"Ah," said Tyson, aloud, "I know what to do! I will organise a reunion!"

With a few clicks here and there, the bluenette had logged onto his Facebook account.

Welcome Tyson Granger

"Right," he mused, "how do I create an event?"

Note entirely sure how this worked – he usually went to parties, not organised them. But what's a world champ got to do when all the fun stops? – he clicked an icon, and began to organise his reunion.

Create new event

Name: Reunion Party!

Details: I'm organising a reunion! Be there or be square!

Where: The dojo!

When: 10 September, 8pm (this was in two weeks time)

Privacy: Everyone

"I don't really know what that privacy part means... oh well, I'm sure it's not that important," he waved off nonchalantly, proceeding to invite his friends.

Tyson listed all the teams he'd come across in his head, and made sure he invited every member.

G Revolutions

The Blitzkrieg Boys

BEGA

The Saint Shields

White Tiger X

The PBB All Starz

The Majestics

Team Psykick

F-Dynasty

Barthez Battalion

Overall, Tyson guessed he had about 50 people coming to his party. Perfect.

Adding the message Hope you can all come! Tyson logged off Facebook, and went to the fridge in search of food. All that typing had made him hungry!

XXX

2 Weeks Later

It was 10th September, the day of Tyson's party. He was really excited, and had called Hilary and Kenny over to help him set up. Kenny had agreed to play music through Dizzi connected to speakers, and Hilary felt only too obliged to help with the food and drink arrangements.

Grandpa had gone out, trusting his grandson not to make a mess of the place, and Tyson had promised him that nothing would go wrong. When the other teams had thrown parties in the past, their houses had never gotten trashed. Tyson was confident that everything would go to plan.

As Tyson didn't use Facebook much, he hadn't checked how many people were actually coming to his party, but besides, most people had already text him to let him know that they 'wouldn't miss it for anything!' or would 'definitely be there!'. Tyson couldn't wait to try out his fancy new speakers Kai had gotten him for his birthday at the dojo.

It was 7pm; one hour to go before the party started.

"Right, I think there's time to fit in a little nap," Tyson declared, earning an eye roll from Hilary, as he made his way to his bedroom, before collapsing down on his bed and falling straight to sleep.

…

"WAKE UP, WAKE UP, TYSON WAKE UP!" Kenny was shouting, vigorously shaking the teen awake.

Tyson groaned, but didn't open his eyes.

"TYSON GET UP NOW, TYSON!"

"What Kenny?" Tyson snapped curtly, then looked at the clock, "Oh my! It's 8:30pm, I'm late for my own party! Thank goodness you woke me chief!"

But Kenny was frantic and exasperated, "No Tyson! Something's happened, something awful has happened!"

Tyson looked confused.

"What is it?"

At this point Hilary, barged into the world champs bedroom.

"Shit's happened," she said simply.

"What? I don't understand," Tyson said, and when Hilary pointed outside his bedroom door, he got out of bed and went out into the dojo.

No one was there.

"What?" said the world champ again, "I don't understand, why had nobody turned up to my party- WHAT? WOAH! OH MY GOD!"

As Tyson said this, he looked up and almost fell backwards.

In his back yard must have been hundreds, no, thousands of people.

Amongst familiar faces, such as members of the White Tigers and The Blitzkrieg Boys, all brandishing bottles of alcohol, Tyson saw about fifty thousand other people that he had never met in his whole entire life.

Fifty thousand people that had turned up to his house, and were trying to get into his party.

The noise was deafening: everyone was shouting, pushing and shoving, trying to get to the front and be let in first.

What the hell had happened?

Kenny showed Tyson his laptop.

"It looks like you didn't set any privacy settings! So anyone could join your party event, and since everyone knew the date and address, they've all turned up!"

Tyson went white, very white. And very dizzy.

This wasn't good. He couldn't have fifty thousand people in his dojo! They wouldn't fit for a start, but the mess! Oh the mess they would make, the dojo would be trashed for sure!

"What do we do?" he asked no one in particular.

How on earth was he supposed to explain this to Grandpa?!