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

The Mizard Of Odd

Chapter 58: Miz Faces Repercussions

Jeff found them a car rental place pretty quickly. They had one car bigger than the SUV, a hulking monster of an SUV that Matt immediately dubbed "Carol." It was bright yellow, but at least it fit all eight of them, plus the fish and the cat. "There's a cat in here?" Jeff asked, looking to Punk for confirmation.

"Yes, and she thinks you should bow down and worship me," Punk said.

"Um, maybe Miz and I should be the drivers listed for the car."

"I don't have a license on me, and Punk does," Miz said. "Be sure and get the insurance, Jeff. The good kind, not the cheap stuff."

"I'm Jeff!" Matt said.

"Oh, Drew," said JJ with a sigh.

"Oh, God help us all," Christian said.

"Even God can't help you now," said Matthew, smirking evilly at JJ and Christian.

"You'd better be nice," Miz said, "or Randy might bite you."

Randy stared thoughtfully at Matthew, then said, "But I like Matthew. Why would I bite him?"

"I'm a box of JuJuBes!" Mark said, smiling.

"I hate JuJuBes," Matthew muttered. "They stick to your teeth."

Randy frowned. "I'm not going to bite any JuJuBes. I'm running out of people I can bite. Miz…?"

"No," Miz said firmly, "you can't bite me."

Randy pouted. "You're no fun. I never get to bite you."

"Maybe you should let him bite you," Punk said.

"Whose side are you on?" Miz asked Punk.

Punk shrugged. "Mine, of course."

"Are you coming with me to rent the car or not, Punk?" Jeff asked.

"I'm coming," Punk grumbled, following Jeff into the rental place.

"Why won't you let me bite you?" Randy whined.

"Because it hurts, Orton!" Miz said. "Geez."

"Well, I hate your shoes," Randy muttered.

"What?" Miz said. "What was that? You hate my shoes? What the hell kind of comment is that?"

Randy shrugged and looked at Matthew. "Do you like his shoes?"

Matthew smirked. "They're ugly."

"Well geez, forget Sea World," Miz said. "We're going straight to the venue now."

There was a long pause, then Matt said, "Sea World?"

"Nope," Miz said. "Not for you."

"B…but…" Matt sniffled. "But Betsy's cousin works there! We have to go!" Tears streamed down his face.

"Sorry, not going," Miz said.

"I hate you!" Matt screamed at Miz before throwing his arms around Randy and burying his head in the other man's shoulder.

"I'm not so fond of you right now, either," Randy said, glaring at Miz.

Jeff walked out at that moment, with Punk following. "Well, we got the car…" He paused, staring at the sobbing Matt and Randy before turning his gaze on Miz. "What happened now?"

"Orton said he didn't like my shoes," Miz said with a shrug.

"So Matt's crying?"

"I'm Jeff!" came the reply, muffled by Randy's shoulder.

"Miz started it," Randy said. "He told Jeff he couldn't go to Sea World." Matt started to cry louder.

"Hey, Jeff," Punk said, while Jeff glared at Miz, "Miz was just kidding. We're going to Sea World."

"We are?" Matt asked, peeking at Punk. He sniffled.

"Sure we are," Punk said.

"Miz is mean and I hate him!" Matt said. He glared at Miz, along with Jeff and Randy.

"Oh come on!" Miz said. "I didn't do anything to him. I was trying to get them to leave my shoes alone!"

"You're a menace," Randy told him.

"I'm a menace!" Mark chirped.

"No," Randy said. "You're okay. Miz is the only menace. We should leave him here and let him think about his actions."

"That seems a bit harsh," Miz said.

"Well, you did make Jeff cry," Jeff pointed out. "Wow," he muttered, "that sounded even weirder out loud than it did in my head."

"Okay, that's true," Miz said, "but I'm the reason everyone's on this road trip in the first place. So leaving me behind is really… not nice."

"I'm not sure I'd bring that up," Christian said, staring at Jeff. "After all, I'm still kind of mad at you for dragging JJ and I along."

"Me?" Jeff asked, puzzled. "I didn't drag anyone anywhere."

"He means Undertaker, Spongebob," JJ said. "Undertaker's this way, Rey." He nudged Christian's shoulder so that he was facing Miz. "There you go. Now yell."

"You dragged us along!" Christian said loudly.

"Why am I Spongebob?" Jeff muttered. "I can't even be Jeff, but Spongebob?"

"I'm Jeff!" Matt said, his voice still muffled by Randy's shoulder.

"I give up," Jeff said. "Maybe you should leave me here. This is getting too complicated."

"No, we need you," Punk said. "As much as it pains me to say so. Jeff needs you to stay."

"I don't like Nero!" Matt said. "He's mean to me."

"I'll buy you some gum?" Jeff said.

"Yay! I love you, Nero!" Matt released his hold on Randy and hugged Jeff.

"Ugh," Randy said, staring down at his shirt. "I'm covered in Jeff snot again." He pulled the gross shirt off, tossing it on the ground while he dug through his bag. "I'm running out of stuff that isn't covered in yuck."

"I'm a platypus!" Mark said. "Whirrr!"

"Um, I don't think Playpi say 'whirr'," Miz said.

Mark stopped and turned to Miz. "Do you know any Platypi?"

"Er, no?"

"Then how do you know what they say?"

"They definitely say 'Whirr'," Punk said, nodding to Mark. "Carry on."

Randy pulled a new shirt out of his bag and put it on. He frowned. "When did I get a DX shirt?"

JJ whistled innocently while Christian snickered. Miz said, "At least it's clean, right?"

"And it's very soft," Matt said, touching the shirt and smiling at Randy. "I want a DX shirt, too!"

"We'll buy you one when we get to the venue," Miz promised.

"Yay!"

"Can we go now?" Miz asked, looking at Punk. "Or are you going to abandon me here?"

Punk said, "The thought never crossed my mind. Let's go."