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 63: Miz Goes To SeaWorld, Part Five

When Miz reached the bottom of the stairs, Punk asked, "Nero okay?"

"He will be."

"Good." Punk glanced up toward Jeff, then turned back to Miz. "This has been hard on him, hasn't it?"

"Yeah," Miz said. He cleared his throat. "Hey, Jeff?"

"Yes?" Matt said, looking inquiringly at Miz.

"Are you almost ready to go?"

Matt frowned, then looked down at Betsy. "Betsy says that he and Daniel have decided to have the reunion at my house because Betsy doesn't like SeaWorld anymore, and Daniel said she needs a vacation anyway and she's going to ask for time off work."

"So does that mean you're ready to go?" Miz asked.

"Yes, geez!" Matt said, rolling his eyes. He muttered to Betsy, "Grown ups!"

"Okay," Miz said. "Punk, can you watch Jeff and Mark?"

"Sure, why?"

"Because we may take a minute to get out of here." Miz turned to Randy. "Thanks for saving Jeff. Stay here and Nero and I will walk out with you."

"Do I get to bite anyone? I was good!"

"Yes," Miz said with a sigh.

"Yay!" Randy said, jumping up and down, clapping. "I'm going to bite someone today!"

"But you can't pick someone random!" Miz said. "You have to let me pick out who you can bite, okay?"

"Oh." Randy said, frowning. "Okay. But can you pick someone soon? I'm starving!"

Miz stared at Randy. "I seriously worry about you," he said.

"Come on, guys," Punk said. "I'll get you some gum, Jeff."

"Yay, gum!" Matt said. "Can Betsy have some too? He wants strawberry. Or watermelon. No, strawberry."

"I don't think gum is good for fish," Punk said. "It gets stuck in their fins."

Miz shook his head and turned to look up at Jeff in the bleachers. "What's wrong with him?" Randy asked. "Did you tell him he couldn't bite anyone either?"

"Not exactly," Miz said. "Why don't you go see Betsy's cousin?"

"Didn't you hear Jeff?" Randy said in disbelief. "She's invisible!"

"Right," Miz muttered. "Well, maybe you can…"

"Bite someone?"

"No! I mean, not yet. We have to find the right person first, and I need to go talk to…"

"What about that lady?" Randy asked, pointing to a woman with a stroller. "She has a baby."

"No. Will you let me finish my…"

"How about the fat guy?"

"No, Randy! And quit pointing. It's rude." Miz paused. "Also, don't call people fat. It's not nice."

"I know," said Randy, smirking.

Miz rolled his eyes. "Give me five minutes and then I'll find you someone to bite."

Randy sighed and plopped down on the nearest bleacher. "Fine, but if someone wanders in, I am so biting them."

"No you're not," Miz said, climbing the steps.

"I so am!" Randy yelled after him.

"Sorry," Jeff said, when Miz reached him.

"Why? There's no need to be."

Jeff sighed. "I miss my brother."

"I'm starting to miss him, too," Miz admitted.

They watched Randy chase a pigeon, screaming, "Rawr! Imma bite you!" at it.

"Orton's a handful," Jeff remarked.

"You have no idea," Miz muttered. "Randy! Don't leave the area! Stay where we can see you!"

"Aww!" Randy yelled back. "But the bird…!"

"I mean it, Randall!" Miz yelled.

Randy glared up at Miz. "You're no fun!" He kicked a rock so it hit the side of the tank.

During this exchange, Jeff had been staring at Randy, but he now turned to Miz. "Do you ever feel like you're surrounded by six year olds?"

"Yes, every moment of every day."

Jeff nodded. "I guess I can be Nero for a bit longer. We're almost to the arena, anyway, and once we get there, we can sort this out. I'll be able to take Matt home and get him some real help."

Miz stood up. "Well, if you ever need a babysitter… don't get Orton. Seriously, he tried to lure Christian into the shark tank earlier. Plus he always wants Matt to be Matthew. It's not a good idea."

"Yeah, I figured," Jeff said.

"We should get going. Punk's easily irritated and I left him with your brother and Mark."

"Poor man," Jeff said with a chuckle. "But you know, it serves him right. He's been a jerk to me."

"What do you expect?" Miz asked. "He's a jerk to everyone."

"Good point." Jeff stood and followed Miz down the stairs.

"Can I bite someone now?" Randy whined.

"Sure, let's find you someone to bite," Miz said.

"Oh good!" Randy danced happily over to the tank and leaned down. "Hey, Betsy's invisible cousin, guess what? I'm going to bite someone now!"

Miz led them out of the arena, scanning the crowd for anyone he wouldn't feel too guilty about Randy biting. "Listen, Randy. I'll pick someone, and you bite them, but then we have to run out the gate to the SUV, okay?"

"Why?"

"Because we don't want to get arrested."

"But that would mean more people to bite!"

Miz turned and leveled his gaze on Randy. "Do you want them to think you're rabid and put you to sleep?"

Randy blinked. "No?"

Miz nodded. "Then it's going to have to be a bite and run." He turned again and saw the ice cream vendor he'd gotten a cone from earlier. "Hey, how about the ice cream guy? He didn't give me my change."

"I'm on it," Randy said, stalking away from them so he could study his prey.

"Have you noticed how much more moody and childish Randy is today?" asked Jeff.

"Must be SeaWorld. That brings out the worst in him, I guess."

"No, I think something's wrong…" Jeff began, but just then Randy pounced on the unsuspecting ice cream man, who shrieked and flailed.

"Run!" Miz yelled. "A crazy man is loose in the park!"

In the panic that ensued, Miz grabbed Jeff's arm and hurried toward the exit. When they saw Randy, Miz corraled him as well and pulled them both toward the vehicle. Randy sighed in contentment. "That was a good bite. Did you see it? I caused a stampede!" He smiled. "A stampede!"

"I saw," Miz said.