Woah! It's been a year since I updated!!! Well, I wanted to finish this story once and for all, so here it is: the last chapter. Enjoy and review!

"Two gallons of extra-fudge-chocolate-swirl vanilla ice cream: check,"
Cyborg noted, following the other Titans down a frozen-food aisle.
"10minute microwave tv-dinners: check..."

"BB yawned." This is boring... Are we done yet?" He paused, maliciously eyeing
some Tofu ice cream.

Cyborg registered the box of instant-microwave-frozen-chinese-food (family
size, of course) into his list. "Yes. We are officially done!" he announced
proudly.

"Okay, Titans! To the cash register!!" Robin exclaimed dramatically,
purposefully pointing in the direction of the check-out aisles.

Everyone stared.

"... Must you do that?" Raven muttered darkly.

Robin sniffed. "... Yes. It's my job as leader," he sobbed.

Starfire patted his head comfortingly as the group made their way to an open
register. "There, there, Robin... Raven just does not appreciate your
wonderful leadership qualities, unlike the rest of us..."

"87 items orless," Cyborg said, gazing at the sign hanging above that
particular register they were at. "According to my calculations, we have
exactly 87!"

No one was listening. Robin was crying, Raven and BB were unloading the
cart. As for Starfire...

"Look! They have medication on these shelves!" she exclaimed, looking at the
usual mints and bubblegum and chocolate that served as impulse-buys. She
grabbed a package of Bubblicious and placed it on the conveyer-belt thing...
Cyborg didn't notice... he was making sure the old lady was scanning the
cereal right.

"Mommy! Look!" cried a little girl from the next register. "It's the Teen
Titans!"

"That's nice, dear..." said her mother, writing out a cheque.

"GASP!" gasped the register lady. "You have 88 items!!!"

"... 88?" Cyborg blinked. "B-but.. that can't be right... NOOOOO! I
MISCALCULATED!"

"We're doomed."

"I'm sorry, kids... the sign says '87 or less'," the old lady said
redundantly, croaking in her graty voice.

"It's only ONE! Can't you let us off?" BB asked, rolling his eyes.

"Sorry. I don't make the rules. You're gonna have to get rid of something or move to a non-express checkout."

With heavy discussion (taking remarkably and conveniently less than a minute) it was decided to let go of one of Raven's Nyquil. That left her about 14. At least she didn't cry, unlike BB did for keeping his tofu.

"Okay, kiddies, that'll be $501.32," the cashier announced, her wrinkly hand awaiting some Georges or Jacksons.

Robin extracted government's money from his utility belt and pushed it into her hands. She began counting.

She finished a while later. Cyborg poked BB awake, who had been drooling all over the conveyer belt.

"You're short $1.32," she croaked. Ribbit.

"W-what?!" Robin stammered. "That's right.. we only got $500.. Titans! Huddle!"

"Again?" Raven moaned.

"Empty your pockets.. check for spare change," Robin instructed. He managed to discover 3 quarters from his last purchase of soda.

Cy found 2 dimes, but unfortunately Raven and Starfire were broke. At least BB could turn into a rat.. he found a couple pennies under the counter. In total, it was only 97 cents.

"It's only 97 cents," Cy redundantly said. "We still don't have enough."

Grumbling, Robin collected the change. The lady narrowed her eyes at them, announcing their shortage once again.

"We're doomed."

"Look.. Bertha," Robin began, squinting at her name tag, "Couldn't you just let us off? It's only a few cents!"

Bertha stared at him, refusing to budge.

"... Come on! Don't you recognize us? We're the Teen Titans! The superheroes that save people like you from being overrun by mutant-alien monkeys bent on destroying the world!!!" Robin screamed.

"I'm sorry... Team Tooters... we can't give money to our customers.."

"AUGH! TAKE THE DAMN NYQUIL, LADY, AND LET US OUT OF THIS FORSAKEN ABYSS OR FEEL THE BURNING CINDER FURY OF THE CRIMSON CHAOS FIRE!" Raven shrieked, shoving a few bottles of her beloved (and much needed) Nyquil into Bertha's wrinkly hands. People stared.

"Thank you for shopping at Buymart! Have a nice day and come again soon," Bertha said, ringing up the register and giving Robin some change. Cy and BB were checking to see if their ears were still working. No one noticed that Star had bagged the groceries.

"Come again, my birdarang.." Robin grumbled as they went outside the store, Raven now pushing a cart of bagged groceries.

"Yes! We're done with the shopping!" BB cheered, stretching his arms out.

"Cy observed elderly folk loading their own groceries into their Oldsmobiles. "Guys, how do we get all this back to the Tower?"

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THE END!

Phew! Hope you liked! The end was kinda weird. I wrote all this WAY before Cy built the T-car and.. yeah.

Please leave me a nice review, and also read my other TT story, "Auctionable Love", which is (as I've heard) incredibly funny. And its by me. So you'll love it, of course. ;) It's got a LOT of Robin humor involving disturbed fangirls. Truly wonderful.

Have a nice day!

-Bob-chan