Equipment Faulty

[Mousey]

I looked around. "Um. Yeah. That last thing might be interesting..." I grinned and pulled out my pocket knife, flipping it open. "At least I have this awesome thing."

[dragon writer]

Kevin grabbed a sword, and Ethan transformed his into one.
"You ready for this?"
"aren't i always?" he asked.
"We've come to worship you!" the enemy cried.
"...GAH!"

[Mousey]

I stared, blinked, snickered. "Oh. Them. Right."

Briar groaned; I realized that most of the groupies were children. "BE OUR MOMMYDADDY!"

"Gahhhh... I was trying to get AWAY from you twits when I popped up here!"

[dragon writer]

"But we love you!"
"Get away!"
"NEVER!"
"Why me>":
"Bcecause we love you."

[Mousey]

"Y'know, you're really all brats."

The groupies turned to me, and I gulped at the look in their eyes. "BE OUR MOMMY!"

"Arghhhh..."

[dragon writer]

"NEVAH!"
"YEVAH!"
"That's Kevin's word!"
"We know..,.,WE LOOOOVE Kevin, Mommy!"
"I'm not your mommy!"
"You are now!"
They all held up official documents of adoptin. "I don't know city is REALLY lose about getting us...But makes it so that you can't get rid of us! EVER!"
"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"YAY MOMMY! YAY MOMMY! YAY MOMMY!"

[Mousey]

"I'M NOT GOING TO BE YOUR MOMMY, YOU BRATS!"

[dragon writer]

"NO choice, no choice, no choice!"
"NOOO!"
"YAY!!!!!!"

[Mousey]

"Kevviiiiinnnnnnn...! Help meeeeeeeeeeee!"

Briar giggled. "Please, granny? Tyler's going to be helping us, and having these twits following us would be really inconvenient..."

[dragon writer]

"Fine..." He picked up a cell phone and muttered a few words into it. "Done. You're a citizEn of MI, not I don't know City, so the rules are different-and those adoption papers? offiicaly neutralized, thank you very much."
"What did you have to give up?"
"A deadline. We've got fourty eight hours to fix this problem."

[Mousey]

The groupies groaned and slinked off. Tyler sighed. "Ah, well, I'm sure being mother to 48 is worse than having two days to fix something."

"You counted them?" Briar asked incredulously.

"Well, yeah!"

[dragon writer]

"how could you-"
"By using my brain?"
"ENOUGH!" cried Kevin. "We have less than fourty eight hours to scout out a city, and bring in the badguys, or you're their mother forever."

[Mousey]

Tyler opened her mouth; Briar's hand whipped out and covered it. "Do. Not. Say. That. The last time someone said THAT we almost died about five thousand times."

Tyler pulled Briar's hand away. "Seriously, how-- OW! Okay, okay, I won't!"

Briar smirked, waggling her fingers. "Don't say it. I have sharp fingernails. RAZOR sharp. Say it and bleeeed."

"And here I thought you were a nice girl."

"Yes, until someone tries to say THAT phrase." Briar shuddered. "I have a healthy fear of the luck gods."

"DRAT! C'mon, pleeeeaaasssseeee?"

Briar glared at the brown tabby cat that floated in midair. "No, twit. I am not catering to your twisted sense of humor."

The cat pouted. "You, Briar Rose, are absolutely no fun."

"Don't be ridiculous! I just know better than to say it!"

"Whaaaaaaat, 'How hard could it be'?"

"DON'T SAY IT!"

The cat cackled and vanished, a grin lingering in the air. "Stupid annoying goddess person..." Briar muttered. "Ripped off the Cheshire Cat, too."

[dragon writer]

"So..." came tylers voice. "What is it we're not supposed to say again?"
"How hard could it be."
A cackling filled the air.
"GAH!"