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

A/N: Whoa! Sorry, guys. I kind of fell off the planet for a few days. Felt completely uninspired and didn't get anything done. Hopefully, that's over now and I'll be updating more regularly.

The Mizard Of Odd

Chapter 43: Miz Reassures Jeff

"So is JJ driving?" Punk asked, when Miz came out to see if Matt was finished yet. Randy was standing over him, glaring at a tearful Matt.

"Yeah. Uh, Randy, what did you say to Jeff?"

"What you told me to," Randy said, looking up at Miz. "If he doesn't finish his food, McDonald's is going to repossess his toys. All of them. And Betsy, too."

"Nooo!" Matt wailed. "They can't take Betsy! He's not a toy, he's a people, disguised as a fishy!"

Miz sighed. "Jeff," he said, sitting down beside Matt, "they're not going to take Betsy."

"You promise?" Matt asked, sniffling.

"Yep, I promise. I would never let them do that."

Matt threw his arms around Miz and squeezed him. "Thank you thank you thank you!"

"Erg," Miz said. "Jeff, I can't breathe."

"Sorry," Matt said, releasing Miz. "But I was so scared." He nodded.

"Yeah," Randy said, "food is scary sometimes. That's why it's more fun to bite people."

Miz gave Randy a dirty look. "Maybe you ought to check on Mark, Orton."

Randy looked up at the window behind Miz. "Don't think I need to," he said.

"Oh? Why not?" Miz asked.

"Because they're throwing him out right now?" Randy said.

Miz turned around to see that, sure enough, the staff of McDonald's was attempting to eject Mark. Miz sighed. "Great." He opened the door. "Come on, Mark."

"But I'm a car wash!" Mark was protesting to the manager who had helped Miz out. The man shot Miz a sympathetic look, but nonetheless, pointed toward the door. A dejected Mark Henry came outside a moment later. "No one appreciates a good car wash anymore," he said with a sigh.

"It's a sad world," Miz agreed. "Come on, let's get in the car."

"But I'm not done with my food yet," Matt said worriedly, his brow crinkling. "Are they going to steal my toys?"

"They'll have to catch us first," Miz said. "Come on. You can finish your food in the car."

"There goes my deposit," Punk muttered, "because there's no way he won't get ketchup on everything."

"Small price to pay," Miz said.

"Easy for you to say," Punk grumbled. "It's not your credit card that's going to get charged for it."

Miz picked up Matt's food and stuffed it into one of the happy meal boxes. "Don't forget my cars!" Matt demanded, dropping both cars on top of the food. "I don't want them to get stealed by McDonald's peoples!"

"Right," Miz agreed, sealing up the box and handing it to Matt.

"Where are Christian and JJ?" Punk asked.

"They'll meet us at the car," Miz said, as he took the keys from his pocket. "Come on, Jeff. Let's go sit in the car and you can tell Betsy all about your adventure."

"Yay! I'm going to tell Betsy about how you saved him from the evil McDonald's employees!"

"That sounds good," Miz agreed. He felt a little bit bad about that, since the manager had helped him out, but not bad enough to tell Matt otherwise.

"I'm a dark and stormy night," Mark said. "Shivery!"

Randy sighed. "I suppose you're making me sit with the dark and stormy night?" he said to Miz.

"It's easiest," Miz confirmed. "Punk and I need our sleep, and this way, you can help Christian and JJ if they need it."

Randy gave Miz a thoughtful look. "If you and Punk are both asleep, then Christian is in charge of my anger management."

"Yes," Miz agreed.

"And Christian is a lot less strict than you or Punk. Which means I might get to bite someone today."

"Just try to keep it from waking me up," Miz muttered.

"No promises," said Randy with a shrug. "It's been ages since I bit anyone."

"You bit people at Denny's," Miz said.

"Oh, I've slept since then," Randy said.

"Jeff, you get in first," Punk said to Matt. "And Miz can sit by you, and I'll sit on the end."

"But I want to sit by both of you," Matt said, pouting.

"Well, Betsy's in the cup holder," Punk said, "which is by the window, and he misses you."

Matt continued to pout. "Just let him sit in the middle," Miz said. "I don't care. I'll sit by the window and he can sit between us."

"Yay!" Matt said.

"That's great," Punk muttered. "Now instead of just you being covered in ketchup, we can both be covered in it."

Miz said, "Oh, is that why you wanted me to sit between you two? That hardly seems like something Jesus would do."

Punk sighed. "Fine. But if he gets ketchup all over me, I am so baptizing the demons out of him the next time we stop!"

"I have demons?" Matt asked, blinking. "Are they fun demons?"

"Aren't they all fun demons?" Randy asked, smiling at Matt.

Miz stared at Randy for a long moment. "That question explains so much," he finally said before he climbed into the car. Matt was next, followed by Punk.

"I'm a passenger van," Mark said as he followed the others into the SUV and resumed his seat. Randy was the last one in.

"I think I'll put on my tanner tonight," Randy said to Miz and Punk conversationally. "I feel pale."

"Sounds good," Miz said with a yawn, before he put his head against the window. By the time Christian and JJ rejoined the group, Miz was already asleep.