Hey guys! This is the first chapter of the uploading marathon for the Organizations Problems Anniversary. Let me just say that I plan to upload up to three of these suckers, all today, which should be the 17th. (If it isn't June 17th, RFPR, stop uploading these. They're for the Anniversary.) Anyway, this was one of my favorite chapters to write, and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did.

Hey, Xigbar, asked the blonde tom cat, walking into the kitchen, What 'cha cooking?

Xigbar was standing before the stove, ready with a spatula at the ready, in case the boiling canola oil began to burn the potatoes.

"Just some Tots, Roxas." The cat leapt onto the counter and took a look the caramelizing slices of root.

These are French Fries, dude.

"No," said a voice, "They're chips, you know, potatoes fried in oil, then salt and peppered." Luxord was in the doorway, eyeing the short sided pan and taking a deep whiff of the food.

Pfft! Roxas jumped off the granite counter top, landing feet first, and walked toward the seven year old boy. Luxord, no offence to you and your Scottish accent, but I think I know the difference between a Frito and a Fry.

"English. I'm English, Roxas. And if you really think it's called a fry, what do you say to a little bet?"

I'm no moron, Luxord. I'm not going to play you in a game of cards because of some stupid fries.

"But I'm not talking about cards or dice, Roxas. I'm talking about something completely controlled by others in the Organization. Here," He pulled out a bag of coins and laid it on the counter. "This is my bet that the rest of the Organization will say chips, Roxas."

Roxas looked at the old, probably smelly bag of coins.

Hold on a second. He scurried out of the kitchen and came back a minute later with a pack of tube socks and a DVD copy of Terminator 2: Judgment Day between his teeth.

This is my bet that they're fries.

The boy and the cat glared at each other until Xigbar stepped in. "Look, little dudes," he dropped a piece of paper on the pile of coins. "Everyone knows that they're called tots."

Roxas got back on the counter and looked at the paper.

One free plate of tots for the holder of this paper. Who the hell would want this, Xigbar?

Xigbar pulled a potato from the cooling plate and slid it to Roxas. The cat bit into it, chewed for a second, and swallowed.

I'm in.

Luxord picked Roxas up and they went off.

Somewhere else in the Castle…

Larxene waltzed into the Living Room, seeing only Xion on the couch. He took the other spot on the love cushion next to the little girl. Larxene supposed that she was having a little nap and had decided not to disturb her.

He looked at Xion for a moment, staring at her black hair, then noticed something. "What the hell?" He tugged a small bud out of Xions ear. He followed the cord to the small, Organization standard Silver iPod.

"Heh, looks like she fell asleep to a lullaby." His eyelids grew heavy, and Larxene could feel himself beginning to join Xion in the world of sleep. "Maybe one song wouldn't hurt…" With his eyes almost completely shut, he plugged the buds into his ears and tapped the play icon.

His eardrums were met with the sound of a blood curdling loud drum solo, then with similar vocals. His eyes were now wide open.

"What the crap was that?!" He opened the iPod Menu and looked at the playlist. "Why the hell is Xion listening to Godsmack, Five Fingered Death Punch and Soundgarden?!" He gently put the buds back in Xions ears with the screeching vocal still going in the background. She didn't even flinch as, four feet away, Larxene heard a mound of power cords being strummed.

Back with the Potato Dudes

"Funny. I remember eating those when I was with Kairi."

"Namine," said Luxord, tapping his foot on the marble, "Just tell us what you call them."

"Oh! Um…" She scratched her chin. "I think they were called Fried Potatoes. But I don't remember them ever being as thin as these." She took one of the potato slices from the plate and ate it. She smiled as she chewed. "Mmmm. These are great, Xigbar."

The man in the eye patch grinned and rubbed the back of his head. "Thanks, Namine." His grin dropped and he looked at the kid and cat. "Well, that means we all have zero points."

"Wait, so you're having a bet to see what the most popular for them is?" The boys nodded. "Well, does the winner get any more of them?" Another nod. "Well, I'd like to join. They were so good I think I'd like a plate to myself."

Do you have anything to put up if you lose?

"Yeah, just hold on a second." She ran off and came back a moment later carrying a bag of DS game cartridges. "I'll put these up." The boys went wide eyed.

Luxord flipped through the plastic Wal-Mart sack. "This thing is completely full. And there aren't even any boxes! There must be three hundred games in here!" He picked one up. "What the crap?! Where the heck did you get the money to but these, Namine?"

"Um…" She tapped her foot and thought. A figurative lightbulb went off in her head. "Oh yeah! Now I remember." A large, pleasant smile stretched over her face. "I stole them."

Roxas, Luxord and Xigbar looked at each other for a moment, silently asking whether or not they should accept illegally obtained games, which were most likely, from the way Namine was acting, stained in the blood of countless cashiers. They nodded agreement.

"You're in," said representative Xigbar.

In The Garden…

Marluxia rose from the soil, covered in grime, wiped the bit of sweat from her brow, and headed into her shed. It was a small room, only about six feet by eight feet, but it held all of her gardening supplies. She laid the trowel in the clearly marked area labeled "trowels."

She walked out of the shed, locked its five pad locks and reset the ten digit combination lock. His, well, HER motto when to pertaining to gardening was "You can never be too careful. There are millions of woman that would kill for these roses."

She often said that exact motto, even when not at her garden. And sometimes not even when talking about garden. In fact, one time, she and Xion were out at dinner one night, and when the waiter asked what they had wanted, that's how she had responded. But the motto has nothing to do with what's happening at the moment.

She finished securing her shed, turned around to face the doors back into the castle and there stood Roxas the cat, Namine, Xigbar and Luxord.

"Hey, Marluxia, could I ask you a question," asked Xigbar, taking a step forward with the potatoes in his hands.

Marluxia pulled off her gloves and let them land on the floor. "Why, of course." She eyes the plate of potatoes.

Xigbar waved the plate in front the pink haired man-turned-woman. "These are potatoes that have been sliced, fried, and have ben spiced with salt and pepper. What would you call this dish?"

"Hm. Are those the same potatoes I gave you this morning?" Xigbar raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Oh, I must give them a taste!" She took a slice and chewed on it slowly. "Mmmmm. I knew the potatoes were already perfect, but to cooked in such a manner is such a fine fate for my starchy little friends."

Look, Marluxia, just tell us what you call these dudes. Fried potatoes, tots, chips, or French fries?

"I'd would call it…" she thought for a moment and looked at her garden. "I'd call them Ficassee Solanum Tuberosum."

"God dammit," the quartet yelled in unison. "No one agrees with any of ours!" They left the balcony, making sure to lock the door tight before Marluxia could get in, and made their way down the hall.

At the end of the hall, a little floating puff of cream colored fur hovered around the corner, getting the attention of the four potato name seekers.

"Hey, Xaldin, mind if we ask you something?"

The Moogle started slowly floating over to the group. "Okay. What is it you need to know *Kupa*," he asked, finally coming to a stop.

Roxas walked over to him, jumped onto his head, and began clawing the red ball violently. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt all that much if Namine hadn't ran over and began punching him into the ground.

Her hitting the Moogle went on for a minute, all the while she yelled, "You scared Kitty-Roxas!"

After the beating, she excused herself, saying that she had to wash Xaldins blood off her knuckles.

Sorry about that, Xaldin. That red ball on your head was just so… hypnotizing. I'm glad I got recovered myself without causing any significant damage. This is what he said as he was chewing on the detatched ball.

"You ripped the ball off of my head *Kupa*! Now all I have is a stem! What am I going to do with a stem!?"

"You could stick marshmallows on it and roast them over a fire," said Namine, returning from the bathroom. She still had a bit of the blood on her hands.

"But," Xigbar said, stepping forward, "we didn't want to ask you if we could beat you up. This time. We wanted to know what you call these." He handed a slice over to the Moogle. Xaldin turned around for a moment, and when he turned back, the slice was gone.

"You guys really don't want to see how it's done. But, I'd call it a chip *Kupa*. Definitely a chip."

Luxord nearly gave Xaldin a hug. Nearly. "Awesome! That means I'm in the lead! Guess that bag of games, the chips, and Terminator 2 are all mine!"

What about the tube socks?

Luxord walked off and came back with the tube socks, kerosene, and a lighter. He threw the socks on the ground, dripped a pint of kerosene on them, and lit it.

Noooo! My socks!

As Roxas stood over the flaming woolen socks, Xigbar approached Luxord.

Luxord looked over the burlap sack that he'd stuffed the prize into. His mouth practically watered in anticipation of the hours of enjoyment. "The pot isn't yours yet, kid. You've still got a long way to go before you get anything."

*sniff* My socks…

Well, how was it? Again, this chapter was amazing to write, so I hope it was SPLENDIFOROUS to read. That is an actual word. Google it. Or Bing it. Whatever you search with. So, anyways, keep reading, reviewing, and just keep being Radical.

RFPR

PS. Chapter 18 in now up