A/N: I don't own the wrestlers! I do own Pixie and Will. Miz Mallows belong to Darkest-Hearts. As always, it's meant in fun.

The Mizard Of Odd

Chapter 19: Miz And Punk Make Plans

"I'll get Randy to RKO Matt so he turns into Jeff."

"What if he doesn't turn into Jeff?" Punk asked.

"Then I offer him sugar until he does," said Miz. "Anyway, I give Jeff the gum and get him to chew it. When he spits it out, I'll use it to cover the lens of the camera. Then we use the key and get the heck out of this place."

"That's great," Punk said. "Except that we'll still be on the grounds, with no way off."

"Pixie suggested we sneak into the back of the laundry truck, then get out before they check it."

Punk rolled his eyes. "Great plan," he said sarcastically. "Except for the fact that we can't do that, that is."

"Why not?"

"Because they'll check the truck at the gate?" he said. "We'd be better off climbing the fence."

"Isn't the fence topped with razor wire?"

"Yes."

Miz frowned. "Then climbing it is going to hurt a lot. And don't say you'll use holy Pepsi to fix it, either, because it's still going to hurt a lot, and then the Pepsi will make it sting worse."

Punk shrugged. "I may have an alternate way out," he said. "We're using Agnes' key to get through the halls. There's an emergency vehicle in the staff parking lot that never gets checked at the gate, so long as the sirens are blaring."

"Um, won't that alert the staff to the fact that we're escaping?"

"On a normal night, maybe," Punk said, grinning. "But you leave that to me." Miz nodded. "So when are we going?"

"Tomorrow night," Miz said.

"Any reason we're waiting until then?" Punk asked.

Miz paused. "Well," he said, "we were waiting for laundry night…"

Punk said, "Yeah. But it might be easier if we didn't. Laundry nights can be bad."

"Okay," Miz said, "fine by me. We can leave tonight, if it suits you. Can you do whatever you need to do in time?"

"Leave it to me," Punk said again. "It won't take me long to get it done."

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Miz couldn't talk to the others until after lunch because during the meal, Will watched them like a hawk. Surprisingly, it was a peaceful meal. No fights broke out, no major messes happened, and no one was injured. The inmates retired to the sunroom after they'd eaten to watch TV. Will popped a DVD in for them- some mild comedy that Miz didn't recognize. It felt like they'd all been sedated as the seven of them sat quietly, watching the screen. Finally, Punk leaned over to his roommate and said, "Cover for me. I'll be back in ten minutes." Miz nodded and went back to not watching the TV.

"Where's Hornswoggle off to?" JJ asked.

Miz shrugged. "Probably the bathroom or something."'

JJ nodded. "So when do we hear this plan, Undertaker?"

Miz bit his lip and scanned the room. Will had finally left them alone for the first time since they'd come out of their rooms. "Now, I guess," he said. "I don't know much yet, but we're going tonight. Everyone's meeting in the hall, ten minutes after bedcheck."

"Ten minutes after bedcheck," JJ repeated.

Christian leaned past his roommate to say to Miz, "Ten minutes after bedcheck tonight?"

"Yes," Miz said. "Make sure the others know."

"Will do," Christian said, before he turned to Randy, on the other side of him. "We're going tonight. Meeting in the hall, ten minutes after bedcheck. Pass it on."

A few minutes later, Punk came back and sat down, a smile on his face. "Everything's set."

"Good," Miz said, turning back to the movie. "I can't wait to get out of this place."

"You have enough gum?" Punk asked, and Miz nodded.

"All my stuff's ready," Miz said. "I just need to let the cat know what's going on."

"She's in the hall," Punk said. "I grabbed her before I came back."

"Where'd you go, anyway?"

Punk smirked. "I'll tell you later. It's better you not know this part, just in case the plan fails."

"Sure," Miz said, frowning. "I'll be back." He stood up and headed out into the hall, where the kitten was playing with a random bit of string. Miz scooped up the cat and started walking toward his room.

"About time," the cat muttered.

"We've had a change of plans," Miz said. "We're going tonight."

Pixie bit his hand. "There's no laundry truck tonight."

"Punk said not to worry about it, that he had a plan," said Miz. "Ow. Don't bite me, Pixie. You're as bad as Orton."

The cat purred and leaned against his chest. "I'm still coming with you."

"Yeah. I'm going to put you in my room, so you can come with us. Hide out for the day and I'll grab you before we go."

"Sounds good to me," the cat said.

Miz opened the door to his room and slipped inside. He set Pixie gently on the floor. "See you in a few hours."

Pixie scampered under the bed. "Good. But don't forget to bring me some food from dinner. It's fish night, and I'm starving already. Punk took me out of the kitchen."

"I'll bring you something," Miz promised, as he closed the door. He hurried back to the sunroom and settled between JJ and his roommate again, then turned to Punk. "Why were you in the kitchen?"

Punk smiled. "Just checking on dinner. It's fish night, you know."

"Yeah, Pixie told me." Miz frowned. "I hate fish."

"Maybe we'll stop off and get a burger or something when we're out of here," Punk said.

"Awesome," Miz said.

"Hey, let everyone else know," Punk said. "Don't load up on fish tonight because we're going to go to a burger joint on the outside. In fact, we should all fake sick at dinner, just to be safe."

Miz nodded and turned to JJ. "We're faking sick at dinner, and once we're out of here, we're going to get a burger. Pass it on."