A/N: I don't own the wrestlers! I do own Pixie, Annabelle and Ginger. Miz Mallows and Teh D belong to Darkest-Hearts. HB and Jack belong to PowerPeguin, who is not on (yet). As always, it's meant in fun.

The Mizard Of Odd

Chapter 24: Miz Goes To Breakfast

The waitress had to put several tables together to fit the seven wrestlers and the four band members who showed up to breakfast, plus the bus driver. "Hey, where's Ginger?" Christian asked.

"Oops?" HB said, smirking. "Someone must have forgotten to wake her up again."

"She won't eat with us, anyway," Annabelle said with a shrug. "Not since that time we got kicked out of that really nice restaurant."

"Why'd you get kicked out?" Matt asked.

Annabelle glanced toward Teh D, who was pouring cream in the little bowl on the table and Jack, who was adding sugar. "Oh, no reason."

Miz eyed the bowl. "That reminds me. I need to get something for Pixie, too."

"Pixie? Oh, the cat," HB said.

"She talks to Punk and Miz," Matt said, "except all she does is advertise Pepsi."

"Sounds like my kind of cat," Teh D said. "If you could get her to add Kingdom Hearts commercials, she'd be perfect." She nudged Christian. "Right, Roxas?"

Christian rubbed his forehead. "I'm getting a headache."

"I'm a book of poetry," Mark Henry announced, grabbing the bowl that Jack and Teh D had filled with cream and sugar and downing the contents. He even chewed on one of the cream containers that had been left in the bowl.

"Hey!" Teh D said. "I was building that!"

"And it was good. Yum!" Mark reached for the ketchup bottle, but JJ scooted it out of the way.

"Better not, Shawn," he muttered to Mark. "You don't want to be sick."

Christian said, "This is really awkward, guys, but since we just broke out of an asylum, can we pay you back for breakfast later?"

Annabelle said, "Yeah, no problem. We figured you might be a little short. Don't worry about it. You'll just have to put us up next time we're in town."

"Deal," Christian said.

"And take us out to dinner," she added. She glanced at the other band members. "Preferably someplace that you don't care about ever going again."

"Sometimes you're as much fun as Ginger, Annabelle," Jack said.

Annabelle smirked. "Be sure and say that when I've got pancakes in front of me, okay, Jack?"

"Point taken," he muttered.

Their order came surprisingly fast, all things considered, and the wrestlers ate as though they were half starved. "Didn't they ever feed you in that place?" HB asked.

"Never," Mark said.

"They did," JJ said, "but it's been since lunch yesterday since we ate. Hornswoggle had us all skip dinner."

Punk said, "Well, if you wanted to get food poisoning, I could have let you eat."

Miz paused, food halfway to his mouth. "What?"

Punk turned to him. "Oh, did I forget to mention that part? I accidentally caused the fish to go bad. Don't worry, everyone will be fine today."

"How did you make the food go bad?" Teh D asked.

"Duh, I'm Jesus!" Punk said, smiling. "I can smite crops, too. Want to see?"

"Maybe later," Miz said. "I don't think we have time for crop smiting today." He turned to Annabelle. "We should probably part ways soon. I don't want you guys to get dragged into this mess."

"We're not far from where we're going, anyway," Annabelle agreed. She hesitated, then said, "I can rent you guys a car online, if one of you has a license."

"I do," Punk said.

"You do?" Miz asked.

"Of course," Punk said. "I came prepared. What, you thought we were going to walk the whole way or something?"

"Hitchhike, maybe," Miz said.

"That's dangerous," Matt told him.

"Yeah, because someone out there is stupid enough to mug the seven of us," Miz said, rolling his eyes.

"You never know," Punk agreed. "Anyway, it's better if we don't hitchhike."

"Yeah. We can take you guys to a car rental place and get you a minivan or something," Annabelle said. "I'll get full coverage on it, but it'd be better if you didn't wreck it."

"We'll try," Miz said, staring at Mark Henry, who was quietly pouring salt in Matt's hair while Teh D and Jack tried to hide their snickers. "But I'm not sure I can make that promise."

Matt finally brushed at his hair. "What the hell?" he said with a frown, when he ended up with a handful of salt. "What is this?"

"Dandruff?" said Teh D innocently. Jack put his head down on the table to muffle the laughter. As a result, his spikes pointed toward Orton.

"I'll kill you!" Randy screamed suddenly, lunging across the table at Jack. Teh D yelped and fell over in her chair, taking Christian's chair with her. Christian's glasses flew off and hit the table behind them.

"Oh no," Miz moaned, as Orton bit Jack. "Don't worry," he said to the bassist. "He's not really poisonous."

"Ewf oow ahw," Orton said.

"I need Pepsi!" Punk shouted. "Stat!"

"Uh, you have your own can, remember?" Miz said.

"I drank that," said Punk with a shrug.

"What does stat mean, anyway?" Matt asked.

Punk shrugged. "I don't know, but they always say it on doctor's shows and it sounds urgent."

"Can someone get this lunatic off me?" Jack yelled.

"No way," Matt said. "He'll bite me."

Miz sighed. "Orton, what did I say about biting people?"

Orton rolled his eye so he could see Miz. "Awf Woo?"

"You're going to have to let go," Miz said. "We can't understand you."

Orton seemed to consider, then finally released Jack. "I said yes I am poisonous," he told Miz.

"No you aren't," Miz said, and Orton shrugged. "Now what did I tell you about biting?"

"Not to?" Orton asked sheepishly.

"Right," Miz said. "So why did you bite him?"

"He was pointing at me!"

"I wasn't!" Jack said. "Ow! Why are you pouring Pepsi on my leg?"

"It's holy Pepsi," Punk said. "Thank you, Teh D."

"Sure," she said with a grin. "Jack likes Pepsi."

"Yeah," Jack muttered, "but not all over my leg. It looks like the Pepsi dog peed on me. And I wasn't pointing at you, Orton."

"Your hair was," Randy said. "And if it does it again, I will kill it."

Matt helped Christian up. "Where are my glasses?" Christian asked.

JJ sighed and handed them to Christian. "Here, Rey."

Christian slid the glasses on and stared through them in dismay. The lenses were cracked. "Great. Now how am I supposed to see anything?"