A/N: I don't own the wrestlers! I do own Pixie. As always, it's meant in fun.

The Mizard Of Odd

Chapter 29: Miz And The Mess

Miz crept closer to the ruckus, trying to see what it was that was causing security to gather. "Well, this is annoying," Randy said from his left. Miz glanced that way and had to choke back a laugh. Matt had Randy's hand and was swinging it and humming. Miz glanced at Punk, who was pointedly ignoring them, a weird look on his face. "Can you make him let go?"

"It's probably best that he holds someone's hand," Miz said, when he could talk without cracking up.

"Fine, but does it have to be my hand?" Randy asked. "Punk's supposed to be watching him. Make Punk hold his hand."

"No way," Punk said, still looking toward the gaggle of security. "It's probably still sticky from when he was trying to get himself a candy bar up front."

Randy's face contorted. "Get me loose," he growled to Miz, "before I start hurting people."

Miz sighed. "Hey, Jeff, why don't you come hold my hand?"

"Because I wanna hold Randy's hand. We're friends!"

Randy glared. "I'll fix this," he said. "Drew!"

Matt went still. He looked down at his hand, joined with Randy's. "What the hell are you up to?" he asked, raising his eyes to meet the Viper's.

"Oh, great," Punk muttered. "Now we've got Matthew."

Matt jerked his hand away from Randy. "Where are we?"

"Wal Mart," Miz said. "Matthew?"

"What?" Matt asked, turning to look at Miz. "Oh, it's you again."

"Yep, it's me," Miz said. "You guys hang back. I'm going to go over there and see what's going on. I just hope I don't have to try and get past those security guys. They look ticked." As luck would have it, he didn't have to get past them. When he was within earshot of them, he could also hear JJ and Christian, yelling at Mark.

"Come on, knock that off, Shawn!" JJ yelled. "Do you want to get arrested?"

"I'm a bulldozer!" Mark screamed, and Miz winced when he heard a crash. He managed to catch a glimpse of Mark Henry, slamming the cart into the nearest aisle.

"Mark, come on!" Christian said. "This isn't funny." Christian was yelling in Miz's direction. Miz could see that he had Besty's cup in his hands, and the fish was swimming blissfully in the blue-green water.

"Sir!" one of the security guys said. "Sir! Please stop damaging store property."

"Go subdue him, Bob," said another security guard.

"Are you joking?" the first one said in disbelief. "Look at that guy. He's freaking huge!"

"Rrr!" said Mark, slamming the cart into the aisle again and knocking cans and boxes to the floor. A mess was spread across several feet, including exploded soda cans.

"My Pepsi!" Punk said, suddenly catching a glimpse of what was going on. "Mark Henry!" He stormed past the security guards, who Miz had expected to do something- maybe stop Punk? They stared after Punk, mouths agape, as he marched up to Mark and started to yell. "I should do a Go To Sleep on you right here and let them arrest you! How dare you spill Pepsi! Innocent Pepsi!" He picked up a can from the floor, moaning. "And you killed it!" He shook the can at Mark, showering the other man with drops from the decimated can. "Now you apologize and you help them clean this up right now!"

Mark blinked at Punk, a frown forming on his face. "You can't talk to me like that. I'm a bulldozer. Rr."

"Oh yeah?" Punk said, eyeing the bigger man. "Well, I'm Jesus, and that trumps a bulldozer. So you do as I say, right now!"

Mark stared down at Punk for a long moment, before turning to security. "I'm sorry," he said, very softly.

"They didn't hear you," Punk said.

"I'm sorry!" Mark shouted, causing the security team to back up about three steps. "I'll clean this up and it won't happen again!"

"You can quit shouting," Punk said. "You're giving me a headache."

"Betsy!" Matt yelled, launching himself at Christian.

"Oh, good, he's Jeff again," Randy muttered, coming to stand next to Miz. "That didn't even last long enough for me to get in a fight with him this time."

Miz patted the Viper's shoulder. "Maybe next time."

Christian relinquished the fish to its rightful owner rather than be tackled. "Maybe we should help Mark?" he said to JJ.

"He'll never learn his lesson that way," Punk said. "And anyway, you'd probably hurt yourself, since you can't see anything."

Christian sighed. "I suppose you're right. I guess we need to get everything again?"

"Not everything," Miz said. "Thanks for keeping Betsy safe."

"Is that what that was?" Christian said. "JJ handed it to me and said I'd better not drop it or Matt would be upset."

JJ said, "I grabbed it off the cart right before Shawn ran it into the shelf. I figured no one wanted to explain to him," he indicated Matt, "why he couldn't have the fish."

"Yeah," Miz agreed, watching with the others as Mark picked up the cans and boxes. Security seemed at a loss on how to handle the situation. Finally one of them approached Punk.

"That was pretty cool," the guy finally said. "How did you do that?"

"You just have to know how to talk to him when he's a bulldozer," Punk said with a smile.

"Is he a bulldozer often?"

"Often enough," Punk agreed.

"Okay then." The guy nodded, then walked back to his buddies. Miz overheard him say, "I think they're all wackos."

"We are," Miz said with a sigh. "JJ, why don't you get us what we need, and then we can get out of here? I think we've overstayed our welcome."

"All right," JJ said. "Come on, Rey. You can push the cart."