Okay, peeps… I know I'm WAY behind on my other updates, but this story is more of a special-request/gift for Tracker78 and her husband (who is recovering at the hospital). Just writing this to give them some laughs and keep their spirits high. I plan on posting a chapter every day until he gets better, so enjoy!

Summary: After Puggsy pushes them too far, Fangface and his sister, Storm, decide to make the little loudmouth pay.

Disclaimer: I own Brielle, Tracker78 owns Kassy/Hunter, Sam/Storm, and Martin, and Ruby-Spears Co. owns their characters.

*Chapter One*

~It All Started At Bedtime…~

He ran as fast as he could, but his legs were becoming sore and his lungs were close to bursting.

He turned a corner- bad idea, it was a dead end.

He heard snarling behind him, and all he could do was cover his eyes, awaiting his fate…

*Bonk! Bam! Boink! Biff!*

Before Puggsy knew it, he was standing on his head inside a garbage can, which Fangface and Storm tipped over and rolled back and forth. "Oh c'mon you guys! I said I was sorry!" the teen cried out, his voice echoing inside the waste-bin.

"Sorry's not good enough, Pugs. You really ticked us off THIS time (grr)," Storm said, stopping the garbage can with her foot, while her brother grabbed him by the ankles and held him upside-down.

"Can you at least remind me what EXACTLY I did that made you both so aggravated?" Puggsy muttered, spitting out a mouthful of garbage.

"(grr) Don't you remember, Pugs? It all started last night…" Fangface told him.

~Flashback!~

The gang was hanging out at Martin's house that weekend. Biff and Kim had gone to bed, while Puggsy and Brielle were sitting on the couch, watching a movie, close to dosing off themselves, as it had been a long day for all the teens. Suddenly there came a ruckus from upstairs…

*CRASH!*

"Ah haha ha ah ha ha ha ha!" Laughter followed.

"What on earth are those guys doing up there?" Brielle asked.

"Eh, just goofing around. They'll probably fall asleep in a few minutes," Puggsy answered, putting his arm around Brielle. "Now, how's about we forget about them, and just think about us?" he then leaned forward, both of them getting ready to-

*WHAM!*

…whatever it was they planned to do, it was stopped abruptly. "Wait here." Puggsy then stood up and stormed upstairs.

Brielle could only shake her head. Whenever someone got on her boyfriend's nerves, he always let them know it- and often paid for it. "Careful, Pugs. Try to be gentle this time," she called, though he didn't hear her, or was ignoring her. She rolled her eyes, and went back to watching the movie.

Upstairs, meanwhile…

Fangs was lying on what remained of a bed-frame, on a bent mattress, his legs nearly folded over his shoulders. "Man, Fangs! No one could break a bed that fast! That's gotta be a record!" Sam said.

"I swear, I think there's termites in here," Fangs muttered. "Kassy, could you help me up? I can't feel my legs,"

"C'mon, guys, I think we ought to get some sleep," Martin said. "It's been a long day, and I don't think the others want to be disturbed,"

"Oh c'mon, Marty, we've been bouncing on beds, chucking pillows at each other, and goofing around all night, and no one's said anything by now." Sam scoffed. "Besides, who could we possibly be distur-"

*BAM!* the door flung open, and there stood Puggsy.

"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU GUYS DOING?! GO TO SLEEP ALREADY!" he shouted. "If I hear you guys screwing around up here ONE MORE TIME, I'm going to teach to the real meaning of the word SUFFERCATING!" With that, he turned out the lights, and left.

Everyone paused. "…did anyone else's heart-beats come to a sudden halt?" Fangs whispered.

"Not disturbing anyone, huh?" Martin scoffed at Sam.

"Ah, that's just Pugs- he's always in a bad mood no matter what time of the day it is," Kassy replied.

"Yeah… though if he's that aggravated, imagine what will happen if we wake up Kim or Biff," Sam said.

"Especially Kim…" Fangs added.

(A quick image of all the guys running, while Kim runs after them with flames in her eyes and fangs for teeth, her nails turned into claws. She grabs Puggsy by the throat and yanks him off-screen, and his high-pitched panicked screams can be heard nation-wide…)

Everyone gulped. "Well I'm suddenly tired lets head to bed!" Martin said quickly, and they crawled into bed… though since Fangs broke the bed he and Kassy were to share, they had to camp out on the floor.

"Boy, Pugs sure looked mad tonight…" Fangs whispered.

"Yeah, he's been acting like a real jerk lately- I mean a bigger jerk than he usually is," Sam agreed quietly. "But, that's just him. I bet he's cooled down by-"

*Thonk!*

A knickknack hit Sam in the head just then. "I can still hear you!" Puggsy hissed from the doorway, then left.

Sam rubbed her head, glaring. "What say we turn into werewolves and make that pipsqueak learn some decency?" she whispered.

"(grr) Sounds good to me," Fangface agreed through Fangs.

~End of Flashback~

"…So you're chasing me across down, throwing me in the garbage, and dangling me by the ankles just because I yelled and you guys and threw a knickknack at you?" Puggsy questioned. "Sheesh, and people say I know how to carry a grudge!"

"Maybe if you acted more nicely, we wouldn't have to rough you up so much," Storm retorted.

He crossed his arms. "Maybe if you guys didn't act like total meatheads, I would."

"We mean it, Pugs. From now on, every time you act like a jerk- even make a single insult- we're going to teach you the real meaning of the word 'suffercate'."

"Yeah, yeah! (grr) We'll make you suffercate! Whatever that means, (snarl)," Fangface added.

Puggsy sneered. "Oh yeah? Well I won't stop acting like a jerk until you nit-wolves stop attacking me," he retorted.

"Then this shall be interesting," Storm said, then turned to Fangface. "Okay, Fangface, you can drop him,"

*Konk!*

Fangface dropped Puggsy on his head.

"No, no, over there," Storm said, pointing over at an open manhole.

"Ooh, ooh, right." Fangface picked Puggsy back up, then dropped him in a manhole.

*Splash!*

The others watched from down the block, having been chasing after the werewolves and Puggsy since they first transformed, overhearing the conversation. "So… who do you think will give in first?" Brielle asked.

"I don't know… but I have a feeling this SHALL be interesting," Martin said, rubbing his chin.

A/N: And there you have it. Next chapter, our little loudmouth is in for more harassment. …Man, this is going to be fun to write! :D