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 20: Miz And Punk's Plan, Part One

Punk left the sunroom before the rest of them and never came back. Slowly over the course of the rest of the evening, all of them started to complain about not feeling well. By the time dinner rolled around, the seven patients were in their respective rooms, asleep or talking quietly. "This better work," Miz said, as his stomach rumbled. "I'm starving."

"Trust me," Punk said, "it'll work. You just make sure you have your gum ready to go when the time comes and leave the rest to me." Eventually, Miz fell asleep. Punk woke him when bedcheck was over. "Almost time to go," he said. "You ready, Miz?"

Miz was surprised to find that he was nervous. "Yeah, just about ready," he said to Punk. "How long til we meet the others?"

"Just a few minutes. So, any idea where we're headed?"

"Hmm," Miz said. "Not off the top of my head, no. But once we're out of here, we can regroup and figure it out. Someone's got to know something, right?"

"Yeah," Punk said. "But the question is, who?" They fell silent. Punk kept playing with the lighted dial on his watch every so often, checking the time. It was maddening. Finally, after what seemed to Miz like an eternity, Punk said, "All right, let's go."

Miz got out of his bed and nearly tripped over Pixie. "Watch it!" the cat hissed.

"Sorry, Pix," Miz said, scooping the cat up and cradling her in his arms.

Punk reached the door first and pulled it open a few inches. He looked into the hall, then turned to Miz. "Looks clear. You go get Orton and have him RKO Matt. Don't forget the gum."

Miz nodded and grabbed a couple packs of the sugarless gum from the dresser, handed Pixie to Punk, and headed into the hall. Orton saw him coming and pulled the door open, indicating that Miz should step in. "Ready?" Miz asked the Viper.

"Yes," Orton said, smirking in the dim room.

"RKO Matt quick," said Miz. "We don't want a bunch of noise."

"Fine," the Viper said, rubbing his hands together. "Let's go."

The two of them stepped into the hall and headed for Matt's room. Surprisingly, Matt opened the door right away, smiling at the two of them. Behind in in the room, Mark Henry sat quietly, his dark eyes on Matt and the others. "Ready?" Miz asked them, and Mark nodded.

"What do I have to do?" Matt asked.

"Randy's going to tell you," Miz said, stepping aside. Matt smiled at Randy, who smiled back, then RKO'd him. "Ow," Miz muttered. "Jeff?"

Matt sniffled and looked up at Miz. "Yes?"

"How about some gum?"

Matt grinned. "Okay!" He held out his hands, and Miz handed him a pack of gum.

"Chew it all up," Miz said, "and you can have a second pack, too."

Matt stuffed the gum in his mouth and chewed, beaming at Miz. Randy leaned against the wall, smirking. "Yuck," Matt said after about five minutes. "No more flavor."

Miz grabbed some toilet paper out of the bathroom and said to Matt, "Spit it in the toilet paper and then you can have the other pack, okay, Jeff?"

Matt clapped his hands and jumped, excited. "Yay!" He spit the gum in the toilet paper and Miz tried not to gag. There was something so gross about used gum. "More gum!" Matt demanded, and Miz handed it over. He left Matt chewing the gum while he opened the door to the hall and went back to his own room. Punk was still at the door.

"Where's the camera?" Miz asked.

"I'll do that," Punk said. "Give me the gum." Miz traded the cat for the gum and slipped back into his room, where he could watch Punk through the cracked door. It didn't take long. Punk tapped on the other doors as he came back down the hall, alerting the others. Soon, the seven of them were gathered in the hallway. "We should be good," Punk said. "Let's go."

"You've got the key?" Miz asked. Punk held it up. Miz nodded and grabbed a paper bag from next to the door.

"What's that?" Punk asked.

Miz mallows," Miz said. "What? I can't leave them here! I'm their leader! Besides, Mizbert would be heartbroken." Punk rolled his eyes, but led them down the hallway to the door at the end. Miz had seen it, but never paid much attention to it. "Do you know the way out?" Miz asked Punk.

"Put me down," Pixie said, squirming in Miz's arms. "I'll scout up ahead and make sure the coast is clear for you guys."

"Good thinking," Miz said, setting the cat down. "She's going to scout ahead," he told the others.

"Good," Punk said. He took a deep breath. "Ready?" There were nods all around. "Right. Let's go." Punk slid the card through the reader and the door clicked. With one more glance back at the others, Punk pulled the door open and led them through it. Pixie scampered ahead, off to the right. Punk turned to Miz. "I hope she knows where she's going."

"She does," Miz said. "I made sure to tell her."

Punk nodded and the seven of them headed down the hallway after the cat, moving as quietly as possible. Sometime during the time he'd been in his room, Matt had stopped being Jeff and gone back to Matt. Miz was glad, because keeping Matt quiet was much easier than keeping Jeff quiet.

"We're almost there," Punk muttered.

Just then, Pixie skittered around the corner. "Hide!" the cat said. "Someone's coming!"