A/N: This chapter's been done for a while, but thanks to my computer eating half the file (which I recovered tonight) and nomming on its cord (got a new one- yay!), I've been out of commission for a few weeks. Silly laptop.

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 77: Miz Has a Meeting

The group gathered in Miz's room. Christian stopped in for a few minutes, then went back to his room to get some rest. The others had a big map spread out on the table and were looking at the route they'd have to take to get to Seattle. "That's going to take forever," said Miz, in despair. "It seemed to take an eternity to drive from Connecticut to Florida, and this is twice as far. Plus I'm not sure that I can keep everyone from killing one another this time."

"Maybe driving isn't the answer," Jack said.

"What do you mean?" Miz asked.

"Why don't you fly?"

Miz stared at Orton across the room before turning back to Jack. "Do you think putting the Viper on an airplane with other people is a smart bet?"

"Maybe not," said the spiky haired musician, "but think of how much quicker you guys would be there. You'd have days to stake the place out and get ready to deal with the others."

"Days?" Miz said. "Somehow, I think killing time with them would be even worse than driving the distance."

Annabelle cleared her throat. "Well," she said, "what if you drove partway, and then flew?"

HB smiled. "Of course! That would work."

Miz shook his head. "Why would I do that?"

"Because we have a chartered plane taking off in a couple of days from Dallas," HB said. "We're playing a gig there, and then our manager has us flying up to Portland. The drive to Seattle's only a couple of hours from there. You'd make it in plenty of time."

"That's very generous of you," Miz said, "but I doubt you really want to do that."

"Why not?" HB said. "We have to go that way, anyway, and the plane's all chartered. There's plenty of room."

"He's right," Annabelle said. "If you guys come, at least we'll be entertained. Otherwise, it'll be all watching Jack and Teh D poke Ginger with sticks at thirty thousand feet, and no one wants that."

"I'll never know how they always seem to manage to get those sticks past security," HB mused.

"Talent," Jack said, as he waved to Teh D as she entered the room. "We're very good at our jobs as Ginger tormentors. We take it quite seriously."

"That reminds me," Teh D said, thoughtfully. "It's about that time, isn't it?"

"I suspect it is," Jack answered, grinning.

"Uh oh," Annabelle muttered. "Hey, Teh D, Miz was just telling me that Punk's lost in the city."

Whatever mischief the girl and her partner in crime had been cooking up, it came to an immediate standstill. "Punk's missing?" Teh D asked. "You don't think he's hurt, do you?"

"I doubt it," Miz said. "Last I saw, he and Mark were walking in circles, a few blocks back."

"We have to go get him!" Teh D said. "It's not safe out there!"

"Well, he is the reincarnation of Jesus," Miz said. "I'm pretty sure he's fine. Just a little lost."

"HB, can Jack and I borrow the car?" Teh D asked.

"Are you kidding?" HB said. "Last time I let you borrow my car, you two drove it off a cliff. No way."

"I told you!" Teh D said, "There was a squirrel!"

"Yeah, and she was behind the wheel," HB muttered. "Come on, I'll take you and Jack to find Punk and Mark." He paused. "You coming, Miz?"

Miz shrugged. "Why not? Someone's got to wrangle Mark."

"You are not leaving me here with Matthew and Orton," Jeff said. "They're likely to kill someone!"

"Hmm," Miz said. "Randy, do you want to go find Punk with us?"

"No," Randy said. "I want to bite people. Do you want to bite people, Matthew?"

Matthew smirked. "I'd rather torture them to death slowly."

Randy frowned. "Well, can't we do that and bite them, too? My venom kills slowly!"

Jeff massaged his temples. "Please," he said, "take one of them. I don't care which one."

Miz shrugged. "Hey, Matthew, do you want some gum?"

"Gum!" Matt shrieked, making the group wince. "You have gum, Miz?"

"Yes. But only if you come with me to find Punk."

"Punk's lost?" Matt asked, tears welling in his eyes. "Nooo!"

Miz turned to Jeff. "Problem solved." Randy opened his mouth, "And if you say Dr- err, that name, Orton, no more biting this trip."

"Aww!" Randy said, pouting. "You're no fun!"

"Hey, Randy," Jeff said. "I heard that HHH took the antidote and will be fine. You want to bite him again, right?"

"He did what?" Randy said, turning to Jeff. "But there's no cure for my bites!"

"And yet, he's fine," Jeff said seriously.

"I must plan my attack," Randy said. "HHH is going to die by my venom."

"Good thinking," Miz told Jeff. "I'll take Matt with me."

"I'm Jeff!" Matt said.

"Er, yes. Of course you are," Miz said. "And Nero can stay and help Orton plan HHH's destruction."

Matt frowned. "So I get gum, right?"

"Of course. But after we find Punk and Mark and bring them back here."

"Yay, gum!" Matt lunged at Miz and hugged him, nearly toppling him over. "You're my bestest friend besides Randy and Betsy." He paused. "Where is Betsy?"

"I put him in our room," Jeff said. "He's fine."

"But he wants to go with me!"

"I think he's taking a nap," Jeff told his brother. "But he'll be ready to hang out with you again when you get back, okay?"

"Okay," Matt said. "Can I have some gum now?"

"No," Jeff said. "You heard Miz. After you guys get back."

"What about a cookie? Can I have a cookie?"

Miz sighed. Teh D dug through her pocket and pulled out a crumpled package of fruit snacks. "How about these?"

"Yay!" Matt said, snatching the treat from her hand.

"What do you say, Jeff?" Miz asked sternly.

Matt paused, frowning. "Thank you?"

"Very good. Here, let me open those."

"Yay!" Matt said. Miz opened the fruit snacks and handed them over.

"They're probably going to make him hyper," Miz warned the others.

"We'll take our chances," HB said.