Hey guys/girls/Pyros! :)

So writing the first Misadventures Of The RED Team was way too much fun- bring on the sequel!

I still don't own TF2 it belongs to Valve :p

Chapter One!

~RED BASE~

It was one of those good days; the days it's sunny and nice, and memories of a wonderful dream about beating up hippies remain fresh in the mind.

Oh Hells yeah, the RED Soldier woke up smack bang into one of those days.

Of course the second he moved he remembered he had passed out on the stairs last night. The Soldier fell down them with the grace of an eagle dragged to earth by Saxton Hale. Magnificent.

Walking down the hallway, the Demoman casually stepped over his teammate and only briefly stopped whistling to ask politely,

"And how did you enjoy the drinkin' game yesterday?" before he sniggered maturely and sauntered off. He left the grumbling Soldier to plop his helmet back on his head and attempt to stand.

He hadn't made much progress when he heard a loud;

"Whee!" The poor abused merc didn't even have time to curse before the Scout, sliding down the banister, crashed straight into him. "Oh, hey Solly!" the hyperactive RED called brightly, failing to note how awkward the situation was.

-Dramatic pause-

"Get off." The Soldier commanded gruffly, literally shrugging off the Scout and managing to regain his feet. Immediately he bumped into someone. "I HATE THIS DAY."

"There y' are Pyro!" Scout told his confused teammate, stating the obvious. Addressing the Soldier he explained, "We're gonna try find the kitchen. Wanna come with?"

The Soldier rejected the offer for fear of his remaining scrap of sanity.

The RED team had already been in their new old base for a couple of weeks. Pros; they hadn't been attacked yet. Cons; they still got lost every other minute.

Anyhow, elsewhere, the Engineer had given up on finding the kitchen (it was breakfast time by the way) and was in his workshop.

The Sniper was supposed to be helping him upgrade dispensers to include toasters but he'd fallen asleep. The Engy sighed at him then attempted to feed the dispenser some bread.

Apparently it didn't like the wholemeal variety because it protested loudly – waking the Sniper – and launched the bread with such force it busted right through the far wall.

"Whoo. Hell." The Engineer blinked, a little dazed. The Sniper nodded slowly, certainly not ready to deal with this before his coffee.

Some significant amount of time later, the nine mercenaries located the central room and all sat, wondering what to do next.

"What's wrong with him?" the Spy murmured to the Medic, subtly motioning at the Heavy. The doctor pressed a palm to his forehead,

"He claims he vas ambushed by toast."

The Engineer and Sniper exchanged a glance. The Heavy growled;

"Descendent of sandvich. A worthy foe."

Ah, a normal day for the RED team begins.

You ready for this? Daily updates as usual, thanks for reading! :D