A/N: I don't own the wrestlers! I do own Pixie and Betsy. As always, it's meant in fun. More chapters will be coming in the next few days! :D

The Mizard Of Odd

Chapter 60: Miz Goes To SeaWorld, Part Two

Luckily for Miz and the others, Matt didn't have his ticket. He was arguing with the ticket taker at the gate when the others walked up. "So I will kill you," he said conversationally to the woman taking tickets.

"Ha, Matthew," said Miz nervously. "Always joking." He handed the ticket lady the tickets. "Please excuse him, he thinks he's funny, but he's not."

"I am not kidding," Matt growled.

"Gum?" Punk said, holding out a fresh packet of gum to Matt.

"Gum!" Matt shrieked happily, seizing the packet and stuffing the pieces in his mouth.

"You'll have to excuse him," Punk said, shoving Matt through the gate. "He's harmless, really."

"You'd better keep him under control," the ticket woman said. "Or I'll call security and have them escort you all out."

"These are not the droids you're looking for!" Mark chirped happily, waving at the woman.

"What?" said the perplexed employee.

"I'm a Jedi!" Mark said, beaming at her.

"Time to go," Miz muttered, pushing Mark after Punk into the park.

"Is this Seaworld?" Matt asked.

"Yes," Punk said.

"It really is?"

"Yes," Punk said again, annoyed.

"Really?"

Punk glared at Matt. "Yes!"

"It is?"

"Uh, hey Jeff," Miz said, seeing the murderous expression on Punk's face, "why don't we go get some ice cream, and then we'll find Betsy's cousin, okay?"

"Yay!" Matt yelled. "Ice cream and Shamu!"

"I'm going to have a headache before the day's over," Jeff said.

"I've got a headache now," Punk muttered. "Mark, what are you doing now?"

Mark was standing, transfixed, his arms half raised as though he were holding a sword. "Shh," he said without looking at Punk. "The empire is searching for us now. We have to lay low and when the time is right, we'll take them down with the force!"

"I wonder how long Jedi mode is going to last?" Punk mused. "Uh, hey JJ, where's Christian?"

"Rey and Beth went that way," JJ said.

"You let Orton take off with Christian?"

"Beth said he knew what he was doing."

"Miz," Punk yelled. "I think we may have a slight problem."

Miz finished buying Matt his ice cream and handed it to him before coming back to see Punk. "What's the problem?"

"Apparently, Orton and Christian took off together."

"What? Why didn't you stop them?"

"Because I was busy dealing with the Jedi knight," Punk said, indicating Mark, who seemed to be telling passing people that they killed his father while waving around an invisible light saber.

"I can see we're going to need a buddy system," Miz sighed. "Nero, you take Jeff. JJ's in charge of Christian, Punk's got Mark and I'll take Orton."

"If we can find him first," Jeff said.

"No need to find him. I know where he's headed. The shark tank."

"That doesn't sound good," JJ said.

"It isn't. JJ, come with me and we'll meet the others at the Shamu show in half an hour."

"Sounds good to me," Punk said. "Come on, Jedi Knight. Let's go look at the pretty fishies."

"Fishies?" Mark said, dropping his pretend light saber.

"Yes. Fishies," Punk said.

"Really?" Matt asked.

Punk glared at Matt, then turned to Jeff. "Hey, Nero, I've got something to do right now. Do you and Jeff mind going on and we'll meet you there?"

"Sure," Jeff said. "Come on, Jeff."

"Yay! Fishies!"

"But…" Mark said, his lower lip protruding in a pout, "I thought WE were gonna go see the fishies." A tear slid down his cheek.

"We are," Punk began, but his words were soon lost in Mark's screaming tantrum. "I'm a special fishy inspector and I wanna see the fishies! You take me or else!"

"I thought you were a Jedi?" Miz said. Mark screamed louder.

"Miz," Punk said, "don't help me. Just go and find the others and meet us at the Shamu tank as soon as possible."

"I want fishies and I want them NOW!" Mark shrieked.

"Mark Henry!" Punk snapped, grabbing the bigger man's arm and shaking it. "You stop that right now or I'll take you home!"

Mark snuffled. "Mama?"

Punk sighed. "That's right, I'm your mama, and you'd better listen to me. I didn't raise you to throw fits when I take you somewhere nice!"

"I'm sorry, mama," Mark said, still sniffling. "May we please go see the fishies?"

"I don't know if you deserve it. As Dad as my witness, you're acting like a spoiled brat today. Now do you want to hang out with your friend Jeff and see the fishies or not?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Let's get going."

Miz shook his head as Mark and Punk walked away. "Sometimes, you guys worry me," he admitted to JJ.

"You don't include yourself in that, Undertaker?"

Miz sighed. "Yeah, I do. I just don't like to admit it." He grinned wryly. "So which way to the shark tank?"

JJ help up a map he'd grabbed on the way in. "Let's find out." He opened it and pointed, "Looks like it's there."

"And we're here," Miz said. "I recognize the giant dolphin."

"Those are everywhere," JJ pointed out.

"Maybe so, but this one is evil. I don't like the way it's staring at me."

"And we worry you, huh?" said JJ with a chuckle. "Come on, I think it's this way."

"Awesome," Miz said.

Neither of them noticed the pair of eyes watching their every move, or the way the owner of the eyes slid from the bushes and followed them through the park.