AN; This is the third chapter posted today, so make sure you go back two chapters and read from there.

Who's really crazy over Ribs now?

Country music played throughout Joe's Barbecue restaurant, the cacophony of voices and conversations filled the air from customers and employees. The entire inside had an industrial theme to it with how the floor was simply concrete and the ceiling was high up with hanging lamps for light, booths lined the walls near the windows with simple wooden chairs and round tables placed around the restaurant floor.

Sitting at one of the wooden tables were Timmy, Ricky and Vicky, the three of them had their own menus with expressions of thinking evident on their faces. Timmy in particular was able to reach the table and sit just fine, a smile stretched across his face as he looked at all the choices of food…then frowned at a memory of when he wished himself older…

Timmy glanced at the prices and tried to understand the asking prices of every item on the menu; He may not be paying, but that experience gave him some perspective on things.

Adulthood sucks…but then again, Ricky seems to have a grasp on adulting. He doesn't seem to be miserable with the jobs he does, and the teenager is almost always busy but not exhausted…

Wait, does Ricky even sleep? How the heck does he manage all those expensive things?

Timmy was then brought out of his thoughts when Ricky was snapping his fingers in front of his face while leaning over the table, "You alright squirt?" Ricky asked Timmy with amusement.

In response, Timmy shook his head and smiled embarrassedly at the teenager. "Sorry, there's just a lot to choose from!" Timmy remarked excitedly to Ricky.

The teenage boy shrugged in response while sitting back down, "Well, then just get ribs!" Ricky responded with a chuckle, "This is a Rib speciality restaurant after all."

Timmy blinked, "Huh, guess so." He replied while putting a finger to his lip in thought, everything else on the menu seemed to accompany the Ribs or at the very least, Ribs accompanied the other choices.

Sitting not far from either of the two at the round diner table, Vicky placed her menu down with a pointed look at Ricky. "What's with these prices!?" She asked while glaring and pointing at the menu, "Ten bucks for a whole Rib?" Vicky questioned the other Teen, her expression was one of suspicion. "Most places charge more, twenty, thirty bucks even!"

Ricky stared back at Vicky with a perturbed look on his face, "What places have you been to?" He accused snarkily, "Sounds like some franchise crap that nickel and dime everything!"

Looking between the two teens, Timmy tried to remember what other places serve ribs…"Oh!" He began to say while looking at Ricky, "Dimmadome Beef eatery!"

Ricky glanced over at Timmy with an expression of disgust, "Leave it to the billionaire to have a franchise that overcharges processed food from stressed out cows." He remarked to Timmy, and looked back at Vicky while pointing at his menu in his hand. "No, trust me, these ribs are better."

Vicky relented with a scoff and glanced back down at her menu to look at the drinks, before glancing back up at Ricky with a smirk. "Fine, but you're paying!" She exclaimed greedily.

Ricky gave Vicky an annoyed look, "Who says you're paying?" He accused the other teen with a smirk, "I'm the one that suggested the place and drove us here!" Ricky challenged back.

Not liking the tone he used, Vicky narrowed her eyes at Ricky with annoyance. "Oh, so you think you get to pay for the meal like I'm some broke bum!" Like heck she'll let him pull one over her!...and besides, this is not a date where the guy pays for the meal!

Additionally, the Twerp was with them, so even then, it wasn't a date…

…wait, why'd her thoughts go there?...

Vicky slammed her palm down with a glare at Ricky, "Screw that you crazy idiot!" She declared and pointed her thumb at herself while leaning over the table with her other hand still placed down on it, "I'm paying since you drove here!"

"As if!" Ricky responded with an annoyed look in his eyes, he stood up and leaned over as well on the table with his hand placed down on it for leverage. "My suggestion, my treat!" The teen refuted back at her while pointing his thumb at himself.

"My money, my choice!" Vicky disputed back heatedly, the two teenagers were now butting heads with Ricky making a smirk and Vicky a snarl of her lips.

Over with Timmy, the boy's fairy godparents poofed into existence as salt and pepper shakers near him. Wanda smiled up at Timmy as she began to talk, "You doin' alright sport?" His fairy godmother asked him.

Timmy glanced around before addressing Wanda, his smile evident on his face while the two teens continued to argue back and forth. "I'm still trying to think what to drink, pop or sweet tea."

"Why not both!?" Cosmo offered his own two cents of thought, he gave Timmy an excited smile. "Soda filled Ice tea!"

Before Timmy could respond to the ridiculous suggestion, the sound of dozens of motorcycles could be heard from the outside; Timmy looked around in confusion as he witnessed most of the customers began to rush out the exits, before long the motorcycles could be heard right outside the parking lot.

"What's going on?" Timmy asked aloud through the heated argument between Ricky and Vicky, the waiter of their table soon rushed over to answer him.

"It's the Dimmsdale Hawkrats!" The man responded to Timmy, and gestured towards the exit. "Folks, I highly recommend you leave!" The waiter told Ricky and Vicky, only to be ignored as the two teens continued to argue who was paying.

Timmy, looking up at the man, had a confused look on his face. "Dimmsdale Hawkrats?" He pondered, "Who're they?" The boy asked the waiter.

The front doors slammed open before the waiter could respond, allowing Timmy to see who arrived to cause such anxiety and fear. In stereotypical fashion one could imagine the cliche biker gang, the various men ranged from short to tall, and thin to stout. The man leading the group was on the tall and stout side, with graying hair and beard.

The waiter from before rushed over and greeted the gang, "Right this way Mister Dutch!" The man squeaked out shakily while gesturing a sweeping motion of the place.

'Dutch' glared at the waiter and grabbed him by the neck and pulled the man up to his eye level, "That's Dutchman you idiot! Get it right!" He yelled into the waiter's face, comically blowing his face back a bit. Dutchman raised his arm back with the waiter still in his grasp, and threw the waiter all the way towards the kitchen doorway. "Now bring out those 'tizers!" He bellowed out, before he led his gang to begin taking up seats.

Over with Timmy and his fairy godparents, Wanda gave her fairy godchild a worried look. "This doesn't look good sport! Those fellas seem very temperamental!" She fussed out to Timmy.

Cosmo simply glanced over at his Fairy Wife posing as a pepper shaker with an excited expression, "Oh come on honey, I'm sure they're swell fellas!" He tried to reason for the situation at hand.

Timmy on the hand looked on with apprehension as he watched Dutchman head towards the table he sat at, the man had a look of anger and promise of pain aimed at Ricky and Vicky. Timmy looked back towards the Teens, he gave them a deadpan as he saw they were still arguing.

Now he's just curious how both Teenagers could face up against some supposed biker gang that had scared everyone off, they looked the part but then again…

He's seen how violent Ricky and Vicky can get…okay, now he's morbidly curious of what's about to ensue ; Just in time too as Dutchman reached their table with a few lackeys by his side, the man slammed his hands onto the table with heated glare at Ricky and Vicky. "Get lost, this here's our table now!" Dutchman yelled at the teenagers.

"I chose the place! I'm paying!" Ricky annoyedly exclaimed while poking at Vicky's shoulder.

Vicky grabbed Ricky's offending finger, and the sound of bones being crunched could be heard as she gripped around Ricky's finger. The teen girl shoved at the other teens shoulder with an annoyed and fiery look in her eyes, "Don't be poking me like that! This isn't a date, you drove us here, so I'm paying!" Vicky yelled at Ricky with a shark-like toothy snarl of anger.

Dutchman released a grunt of anger, and looked between the teenagers. "I SAID GET OUT!" the Biker leader yelled with a red face of anger, then slammed his fists into the table for emphasis.

Timmy meanwhile could be seen whispering to his fairy godparents posing as salt and pepper shakers, shortly after, a small camcorder poofed into his hand and he began to grin in anticipation…maybe he should call the ambulance after this?

…but not for Ricky or Vicky…

Ricky yanked his finger out from Vicky's grip with a crazed grin, then began popping the knuckles of the damaged finger. "Who said anything about dating!? It's just my treat, what's wrong with that!?" He yelled back at Vicky cheekily.

Giving him a suspicious gaze, Vicky pointed her finger into the table harshly. "Don't think I don't know what's going on here!" She accused Ricky, "I'm not some broke teen girl that can't pay for dinner!"

Standing just off to the side of Dutchman was a rotund and slightly taller biker, the man had a spike helmet on his head that overshadowed his eyes. "Uh, boss, deys ain't liss'nen"

Flanking the other side of Dutchman was a short and thin Biker that reached just up to the chest of the leader, the guy chuckled and wheezed before facing the leader. "Come on boss, let's give'm the good ol' Hawkrat beatdown!"

By now, most of the biker gang began to converge around the table with disgruntled looks, and began raring to go with assorted weapons in hand.

Ricky smirked at Vicky, "Then we coin toss for it!" He challenged her with a coin in hand.

"Fine by me, give it here!" Vicky snapped at Ricky with her palm out, her own smirk having spread across her face

"Why?" Ricky questioned Vicky with a rare look of annoyance.

"Cause I don't trust you to fudge it!" Vicky accused of Ricky while pointing at him.

"How the heck do you fudge a coin toss!?" Ricky asked with his arms out for emphasis of a gesture.

Vicky slammed both of her hands onto the table and glared at Ricky. "You probably fixed it in a way for you to win, it's probably double sided!"

Putting his fists at his sides, Ricky gave Vicky a snarky look. "Oh, so we're arguing who plays fair now?"

"What's that supposed to mean!?" Vicky questioned Ricky with a mean and suspicious gaze.

Pointing directly at Vicky, Ricky responded back. "Hey, I calls it like I see it Vicky. Don't think I haven't forgotten-!"

"That was two years ago, stop bringing it up!" Vicky yelled incredulously with her arms up.

Ricky simply gave her a perturbed look right back, "Oh, like how you occasionally bring up Valentine's day those two years ago!?"

Vicky grounded her teeth and slammed her fist onto the table, she glared at Ricky. "You never called back! I thought we shared a good romantic day that day!"

"And I keep telling you, I was inebriated!" Ricky responded with an exasperated tone.

"We were fourteen! How the heck could you get inebriated!?"

"Liquor Filled Chocolate."

"Bullcrap! It was another girl, admit it! You threw me aside for some hussy!" Vicky snapped at Ricky with an accusatory glare.

Ricky sarcastically clapped before answering Vicky, "Oh bravo with the mental gymnastics Vicky! Do you even listen to yourself?"

*Crack* *Crash*

With fiery eyes, Vicky had taken the table by the edge, and chucked it up and out into the crowd of Bikers, a yell of 'My leg' was heard after the crash.

Vicky stomped closer to Ricky with fury evident on her face, and poked at his chest while yelling- "I WANT NAMES! WHOSE THE BI-"

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"AND THAT'S WHY NOBODY STEALS FROM ME, CAUSE THEY'LL BE SIX FEET UNDER!" Vicky yelled into Ricky's face, with a look of wanton violence for anyone that dares to interrupt her tirade..

"THAT'S IT, LET'M HAVE IT BOYS!" Dutchman yelled with a veiny and red face, spittle flew at every syllable and his eyes twitched with anger.

Off to the side by the Jukebox, one of the bikers bumped into the Jukebox that was playing country music, the jostling caused the machine to jumble through the tracks it played. After a bit, a record landed for the needle to begin playing a jazzy tune.

(Play Cowboy Bebop intro song)

~I think it's time we blow this scene, get everybody and the stuff together...okay, Three, Two, One, Let's Jam.~

Behind both teenagers, the Bikers began to charge in and attack Ricky and Vicky. Two men attempted to grab Vicky by her shoulders, only for her to make a warcry shriek and judo flip the bikers with their offending arms. The teenage girl tossed the men over the crowd, right before performing the splits to dodge an incoming tackle from a burly man. With a high pitched shriek of anger, Vicky had rolled onto her back and proceeded to kick and launch the Biker clear over the crowd. A broken window next and the sound of a car crash outside, the burly biker had been ejected out of the establishment and into the street outside.

With Ricky, The Teenager had a cheeky grin as he hopped over an attempted tackle by two bikers, and proceeded to stomp his feet into the backs of the men.

"Why you!-" Bellowed out biker as he swung a chain around and ran at Ricky, the man attempted to wrap his choice of weapon around the teenager and beat him to a pulp.

"For me? Don't mind if I do!" Ricky guffawed as he caught and allowed the chain to wrap around his arms, prompting the biker to smirk triumphantly at first. "Whoopsee daisy!" The teen boisterously exclaimed as he pulled the Biker over to him through the air with surprising strength.

"Wha?-whaaaaaa!" Yelled the biker as he began to be spun around by Ricky, "Stop, I'm going to get sick!" The man cried out with green cheeks from being spun around, "Let me go…oh right- whaaaa!" He screamed after he released his grip on his own chain, and flew over the crowd and through a window with the sound of glass shattering.

Having taken the opportunity to get out of the crossfire, but still see the ongoing fight, Timmy stood atop the tabletop of the restaurant's bar. With a bucket of popcorn in hand that he munched away on, Timmy had Cosmo and Wanda pose as the bartenders while having Cosmo hold the camcorder up. This was almost as good as watching some action film…or maybe better?

Flesh being punched and grunts of pain from the bikers could be heard as they all tried to throw down with the two teens, Wanda glanced over at Timmy with a worried gazed while she cleaned and dried a glass. "Come on Timmy, this is too dangerous, what if one of those bikers turn on us, or you?" She fussed over at Timmy.

Cosmo, while still holding the recording device up for Timmy to record the fight, smiles at Wanda with a lackadaisical attitude. "Nonsense Wanda, this must be how Human teens date as well! Who knows what else they do on dates!" He naively reasoned.

Within the circle of bikers that surrounded the teenagers, more bodies could be seen thrown into the air and sent out through the windows, followed by more sounds of flesh being hit by fists.

Timmy stopped himself from grabbing more popcorn, and gave Cosmo a confused look. "I…don't think this is a date…I think?" He blinked a few times, before he looked at Wanda. "Hey Wanda, what was it like when you guys dated?" He questioned

Wanda simply smiled at Timmy, "Well, on the first date-"

Before Wanda could speak any further, a couple of the bikers had been launched over the crowd and crashed into the bar; Wanda, with quick thinking, had managed to pull Timmy over and out of the way once she heard the incoming cries of shouts from the incoming bikers. "Another time Sweetie, just get outta here."

"No way!" Timmy shouted excitedly with his hands clutched, and through his fists up in excitement. "I wanna see the end of this!" He declared as he watched from afar to see Ricky and Vicky dispatch more of the bikers, the number of Bikers began to dwindle as the two teenagers fought through the scrap.

Back with the two teens, a shout of 'dogpile' was yelled, before several bikers jumped and piled onto Ricky. "We got him now!" One of the bikers declared with a nasty grin.

At the top of the dogpile, Ricky sat atop the men with a grin. "Great! Now let's throw him out!" He exclaimed in amusement while hopping off of the dogpile.

"Duh. Good idear!" The Tall and Stout lacky from before said as he ran over to the dog pile, and picked the entire group of men up then threw them all out through the front door. "...Der, wait a dang darn minute!" Stout declared as he turned to face a grinning Ricky. "You's trick me!" He accused with his finger pointed at Ricky.

With a dash of speed of the teenage boy, Ricky zoomed over by the exit with a red curtain. "Toro, toro!" He teased cheekily.

Stout roared in anger and charged at Ricky like a bull, "Muh's name not Toro, it's-"

*DING*

With a lift of the curtain from Ricky to obscure the man's view, stout had instead somehow crashed his head into an anvil where Ricky once stood. "Nighty…night…" Stout numbly mumbled with a groan.

Over with Vicky, the Short and skinny Lacky had a baseball bat in his hands as he charged at the Teenager. "Hold still, little girly!" The biker wheezed out with a raspy laugh.

With warcry of anger from Vicky, she caught the bat midd swing and pulled the weapon in with a fist raised at Skinny's face. "SCREW OFF!" she shrieked as she planted her fist into the man's face, prompting him to whimper in pain as he backed away with a caved in face.

As Skinny kept backing up, he bumped into Dutch who had a steaming red face of anger. The leader grabbed his lackey by the head, and threw him out a broken window. "YOU'RE ALL USELESS, THEY'RE JUST TEENAGERS!" He yelled out towards the fleeing bikers outside.

As Dutchman turned to face Ricky and Vicky to deal with the teenagers on his own, he found his sight hindered as Vicky had grabbed a table cloth and used it to wrap and drag the man down by the head. "YOU'RE USELESS, DON'T YOU DARE INTERRUPT MY NIGHTS WITH…SHUT IT RICKY!" She yelled with embarrassment while sending her elbow into the back of Dutchman's head, Vicky had seen Ricky's cheeky look when she had lost control of herself.

With a crash of Dutchman's body into the ground, Ricky quickly left and came back with a…

"MOVE OVER!" Yelled Vicky as she rushed over towards Ricky as he drove a forklift through the restaurant, the teenager shrugged with a grin and scooted over to let Vicky drive.

From the view outside, the entrance doors slammed and crashed open with a girly shriek of fright from Dutchman as he was carried off into the night on a driverless forklift. "WHO THE HECK ARE THOSE TEENS!" He yelled with a decrease in decibels the further he was.

Back inside the restaurant, Vicky could be seen with a satisfied smile on her face while brushing her hands off. "That was more satisfying than I imagined!" She remarked proudly.

Sitting at a table still intact, Ricky used the table cloth to wipe the excess sweat off his face. "Waiter, I like to order now!" He announced with a smirk, and glanced over at the Waiter that returned from the kitchen. The man gave Ricky an incredulous look.

"Sir…I'm afraid my manager will be suing for the damages." The waiter regretfully said to Ricky.

Giving the man an annoyed look, Ricky pulled a card out from his pocket to give to the man. "I am the freaking manager, I let Joe run the place, and this is how you run the place!?" The teenager asked the waiter with a twitching grin.

"Oh…um,...oh dear…, excuse me one moment!" The waiter exclaimed after reading the card he was given, and ran off to get Joe.

Over with Timmy, the boy was looking down at the camcorder within his grasp with excitement. "That…was cool!" He declared, and looked over at Cosmo and Wanda. "I wish this was stashed back at home." He whispered gently over to them.

With their wands held behind their backs, the two smiled as they granted Timmy's wish. "So what now sport " Wanda asked Timmy

A contemplative look from Timmy, he then shrugged. "I don't know, we did come for ribs, but I'm not so sure now."

"Yo squirt." Ricky hollered over to Timmy from a table with steaming hot ribs, "Come get your dinner!"

Timmy smiled excitedly and zoomed over, "Nevermind, ribs are still on!" He hollered quickly at Cosmo and Wanda before he left to dine at the table, Vicky could be seen already tearing into some on her own plate.

As Timmy climbed onto a seat for himself, he glanced over at Ricky as he pulled a plate of ribs over to him. "This is a lot!" He gushed as he stared at his own mountain of ribs on a plate. "No way this doesn't cost a lot!"

"Who cares? On the house. Less arguing. More eating!" Vicky hungrily snapped between bites, then paused after swallowing to talk fully with a glare pointed at Ricky. "This is on the house, right?" She asked with suspicion in her tone and eyes.

"Yup!" Ricky responded with cheek, prompting Vicky to resume eating from her plate of ribs.

Back over with Wanda and Cosmo posing as Bartenders, Cosmo looked at Wanda with an excited smile. "Hey Wanda, does this mean we get free drinks as Bartenders?" He questioned her.

Wanda glanced over at Cosmo with a look of disapproval, "As long as it's not alcohol, we still need to keep an eye on Timmy."

Cosmo lifted his arms up and hooted in excitement, "Yay, free soda tea!" He cheered, earning an exasperated but amused look from Wanda.