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

A/N: Because it's the weekend, here's the next chapter. Yay!

The Mizard Of Odd

Chapter 70: Miz and Orton Room Together

"Can't I stay with Matthew?" Randy whined, clinging to a happy Matt.

"No," Miz said. "The last time we left you two alone for longer than twenty seconds, it ended with you nearly biting someone."

Randy smiled. "I know! That's the most fun I've had all trip!"

"Even more fun than SeaWorld?" Punk asked.

"Well, no," Randy admitted. "Now that you mention it, SeaWorld was fantastic. Are we going back?"

"No!" Miz snapped. "And I'm sorry, but you're rooming with me, and Matt and Jeff are rooming together."

"I'm Jeff!" Matt said. "And Randy is my bestest friend!" He paused. "Except for Betsy. Oh. Can I have two bestest friends?"

"Yes," Punk said. "But you and Betsy are going to stay with Nero tonight, okay?"

Matt eyed Punk suspiciously. "Do I get cookies?"

"If you behave," said Punk resignedly.

"Yay! Nero, Nero! Guess what! You, me and Betsy are going to be roommates tonight!" He pulled away from Randy and ran to Jeff. "And maybe we can have cookies later!"

"That's… nice," Jeff said, frowning at Punk. "Come on, kiddo. Let's go see our room."

"Yay! Betsy and I want to jump on the bed!"

Miz winced at the thought of the fish, jumping (or, more likely, flopping) on the bed. "Come on, Randy," he coaxed. "You can tell me all about all the people you've bitten."

Orton perked up. "I can? Really?"

"Sure."

"Oh boy." He rubbed his hands together. "Where do I start?"

As the Viper headed for the room, Miz paused next to Punk. "You so owe me."

"Try not to get bit," Punk said, chuckling and shaking his head. "JJ, will you and Christian be all right?"

"We're fine, Hornswoggle," JJ said. "We're going to get some rest so we can be sharp for tonight."

"Sounds like a plan," Punk agreed. He turned to the final member of the party- a confused looking Mark Henry. "Come on, then. You and I are bunking together."

"I will do no such thing!" Mark all but shrieked at him. "I am a proper lady and I do not take kindly to your suggestions!"

Punk rolled his eyes heavenward. "Dad help me." Then, after a pause, he turned back to Mark, grinning. "But darlin', don't you recall? We were married last week! If we don't share this room, it'll ruin both our reputations. And though it's just a business deal between us, we certainly don't want to make anyone else suspicious, do we?"

Mark's brow furrowed and he pouted. "No," he finally sighed. "But you had best not be plotting to take advantage of me!"

"Believe me," Punk said, "that is the furthest thing from my mind."

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Miz woke from his nap to see Orton eyeing him from the door. He looked as though he'd been about to open it and slip out. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"I need some air," Orton said. "It's stifling in this room."

"Uh huh," Miz agreed. "But it's going to be a long night, and face it; this is Florida. It's stifling everywhere. The humidity is way worse out there than it is in here."

Randy sighed and settled on the edge of his bed, glaring at Miz. "You never let me have any fun."

"I'm going to let you have fun tonight," Miz said.

"You are?"

"Sure. We're going to have to keep HHH busy tonight, and you are very good at that."

"I—I get to bite HHH?" Orton asked in disbelief.

"Maybe," Miz said, smiling mysteriously. "But not if you sneak out. I need you and Matthew to quit plotting against us, too."

Randy sighed. "Fine," he said, the word drawn out impatiently. "But his plans are really good. They involve a lot of biting. I don't know how long I can keep from doing them."

"Let's just worry about tonight for now, okay?"

The Viper nodded, his eyes narrowing on his companion. "You really want to find this guy, don't you?"

"Of course!" Miz said. "I want my job back. Hell, I want my life back."

"And you're going to make Vince and HHH pay for what they did to you?"

"No," Miz said.

"Oh." Orton frowned. "Why not?"

"Because I'm sure you'd be better at making them pay than I would," Miz said. "Now can I go back to sleep, or are you going to try and sneak out again?"

Randy smiled his creepy smile and laid down on his bed, his eyes on the cracked and stained ceiling. "I think I'll stay here and watch movies in my head."

"Are those related to the voices?" Miz asked, glancing over at the other bed.

"Maybe," Orton said noncommittally, the creepy smile never leaving his face. "They usually tell me to kill the same people, anyway."

"Uh, yeah," Miz said, edging as far away as he could get on the second bed without falling off. "I'll keep that in mind." For some reason, he found it hard to close his eyes after talking to Orton. He managed, and was drifting off to sleep when he realized that the Viper was humming something. It took his exhausted brain a long time to realize that it was Orton's theme song. Unfortunately, by then, Miz was already drifting off into sleep.