Ok, so, Ch. 4. Where I try to make this story make sense. Alright, I'll get on with it.

When we had arrived at Mom's (Dr. Martinez to all the clueless people. Haven't you been paying attention?) house, after our showdown in Germany, about twenty zillion people wanted to turn our story into a book, movie, news article, etc. We had flatly refused all except one of them. James Patterson. J.P. or J. Patt. to us. See, he had been one of mom's friends from college or something and mom asked us to do him the favor of letting him write our story. So, we grudgingly agreed and gave him an interview from which the book you know as 'The Angel Experiment' was born. And now I here he's working on a couple more books, a movie, and now this. Busy little bee, isn't he? Well we, being busy saving the world and such, hadn't really been paying attention to what old J. Patt. was up to, so finding out we'd been turned into a Japanese comic was kind of a shock.

"Well, Max?"

Oh, and now my Voice was speaking to me again. Oh joyous happiness of contentment.

"Well, what?" I thought/said to the Voice. "We're a comic now. I guess we're famous. Hey, do you think we get a cut in the profits from this, 'cuz I could really use a new pair of combat boots."

"Yes, Max," said the Voice, "you're famous. Kids all over the world are reading about you, know about you. What do you think of that?"

"Well, so much for the 'lie-low' plan, huh? Though I don't think they have any real idea of what we look like. My hair's a bit shorter now, and Fang's? Nothing like that picture."

"You have a captive audience, Max. People are listening to you. Your story's out, you can't hide anymore. What are you going to do with this situation, Max?"

This questioning was starting to tic me off. "Well, let's see. Get a cut in the profits, buy new shoes, order a life supply of chocolate chip cookies, and hire a private investigator to find out who you are so I can kick your questioning ass. Anything else you'd like to know?"

Silence. How typical.

Nudge ran up to me with a handful of papers. "Max! I grabbed a bunch of those papers from that table. Hey, o you think that picture looks like me? I'm not sure. I mean, the skin color's right, but my hair's more-"

"I'm sure it's fine, Nudge." I said, cutting her off before she got on a roll. "How 'bout we put them in Fang's backpack, and we can look at them when we've finally found some food?"

"Ok." Agreed Nudge. "But, uh, Max? Where is Fang?

We all looked around (well, except Iggy. He kind of listened around.), but didn't spot him. I could feel panic rising in me. Where was he?

"This better not be some kind of sick joke of his." I thought "'Cuz I'm not laughing."

"I think I see him." Angel said. I breathed a sigh of relief. "But I think he might need saving." She pointed behind me.

I turned around, and suddenly didn't know whether to get pissed off or laugh.

Fang was absolutely surrounded by an excited horde of fangirls. They were all trying to either hug him, or just fawn over him, oohing, ahhing and giggling. I heard some of them saying 'Dark' over and over. What? Did they have a thing for emo bird-kids or something? But the best part was Fang; he was standing right in the middle of the rabid fangirl crowd, looking like he was at a total loss as to how to get free from them. He saw me watching and kind of gave me a 'help me out here' look; a look I had seen so infrequently on him, I burst out laughing, which changed his face into the 'I'm gonna kill you as soon as I figure out how to free myself from Fangirl Hell' look. This, of course, brought on more laughing from me, and now the rest of the Flock as well. Oh, man.

We must have been there for five minutes watching fangirls freak Fang out, until one of them practically jumped him and tried to, of all things, kiss him! She didn't even know him? Who does that?! Suddenly, my laughter ceased.

I dove into the crowd and extracted Fang from his Fangirl Hell. "Ok, miss, uh, Vampire/Mermaid Thing" I said, taking a look at her crazy outfit. What's with these people and their costumes? "I think my friend here has enough excitement for one day. You can go swim off and find some merman to go bite or whatever now." I gave her the 'back off' look, which I think she and her little friends must have understood. They started to leave.

One of them turned around. "Until we meet again Phantom Thief!" She gave Fang a little wave, and ran off with her friends, giggling.

"I'm really starting to hate giggling." Said Fang.

I looked at him, ready to nod and agree, took one look at his rumpled clothes and red face, and burst out laughing all over again.

Well, I hope J.P. doesn't mind me making up his history. Oh well.

Poor Fang. He'll probably have nightmares of getting glomped by Eccentric Fangirls for months. Hee hee.