A/N: last chapter. Enjoy! It's short, I know, but whatever. REVIEW!

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bright light shone down on the lunchbox, making it sparkle in radiant illumination. A faint angelic chorus was heard, singing harmonious heavenly "ahh"s, as the content of the lunchbox was revealed:

The Perfect Sandwich.

(cue angelic choir)

Angel, Nudge, Fang, Max, and the Gasman gazed in engrossed wonderment at Nudge's perfect sandwich, jaws dropped in silent awe.

"Wow..." Max breathed.

"It's so...beautiful..." Angel whispered.

"It's...it's even...even prettier than me!" Fang cried in amazement, his shadowy eyes almost tearing in astonishment and amazement at the incredible beauty and perfection in the sandwich - a perfection somehow even surpassing his own. (as stupid as that sounds… :D)

His fellow flock members gave Fang a look, and were about to make some dry remark, when...

Iggy cocked his head to one side, intently listening to something. He hushed the rest of the flock, and put a hand to one ear. "Hear that?" he whispered sharply.

"No," the Gasman said.

"Shhh!!"

"...sorry," Gazzy whispered. "But I don't hear anything."

"Wait...it's getting louder...hear it now??"

And, very faintly at first, but growing steadily louder, they did hear.

"...lemon...lemon...Lemon...LEMON...LEMON..."

All six members of the flock paled, blood draining from their frightened faces faster than girls flock to Fang. (hahaha! Sorry, I had to add that in. It's getting a bit cliché…)

Angel dropped the lunchbox.

Within seconds, they were surrounded by lemons. Lots of strangely large lemons. An impenetrably thick crowd of lots of outlandishly large lemons, looming like lollipops. (yey for onomatopoeia!! Wait…was that onomatopoeia? I can't remember)

"Ehmm... Iggy!?" Fang squeaked in extreme fear.

"Eeeep!" Iggy squealed in answer, too frightened to even think(!).

The Gasman kept his mouth shut, hoping to maintain his thin covering of toughness, despite the fact that he was about to wet his pants. Lemons frightened him.

Nudge, however, kept her head. (Or, there was just too little there, and her mind was entirely occupied with bodily functions and talking, leaving no room for extraneous things like thought...) She deftly scooped up her lunchbox, flourishing it. Then opened it, facing the lemons.

The sinister citrus screamed - sounding more than a little like Fang's rendition of the U2 song "Lemon". (Trust me, it burns)

The five other members of the Flock simply stared as the lemons were sucked into Nudge's lunchbox (kinda like how the ghosts would get sucked into the Ghostbusters' traps...same effect). Once all the lemons had been sucked in, Nudge gently but firmly closed the lid.

A few minutes later, the rest of the Flock uncovered their eyes, to see Nudge smirking mercilessly. They just stood there, in such extreme astonishment.

Finally, Max managed to sputter out a response: "Wha...wh...that's not right! Nudge can't save the day!!"

"Why not?" Nudge asked, still grinning.

"Cos it's NOT RIGHT!" Max cried, tears beginning to star her eyes.

"Nudge," Iggy interrupted ponderously, oblivious to poor Max's dismay. "How does that thing work?"

"Well, you see..." Nudge began...then froze, a look of complete horror creeping onto and grabbing hold of her features. "Oh no," she whispered, barely audible.

"What is it, Nudge?" Angel asked.

"My...my sandwich...my masterpiece, the penultimate piece of my culinary creativity!" She furtively fumbled with the lunchbox latch, but the Gasman snatched it away.

"No, Nudge! You can't!"

"But my sandwich! My Perfe--"

"No, Nudge," Iggy insisted softly, voice low but full of force. "The world may lose a wonderful thing - in fact, one of the most wondrous things ever created by mankind. But to recover it at such a cost..." Iggy shook his head sadly. "..it's not worth it, I'm afraid."

"No..." Nudge whispered, eyes shimmering as tears of grief and loss began to form. She stretched out a quivering hand, and delicately caressed the smooth metal surface.

"I'm sorry, Nudge," Angel said softly, gently removing Nudge's hand from the glittering lunchbox.

Nudge sniffled, tears now falling free, as Angel put the lemon-filled lunchbox - along with The Perfect Sandwich - up on a high shelf, out of the reach of…well...Fang (which was the important thing).

"Aww..." Fang whined. "I wanted to try the sandwich!"

Nudge's eyes abruptly cleared of their tears, the moisture burnt away by the heat of her righteous anger. "You CAN'T EAT HER!!"

"...'her'?" Max asked warily, raising an eyebrow.

"Why not?!" retorted Fang.

"It's...it's...SACRILAGE!" the impassioned talkative one exclaimed. "It's like...like using spoons to eat with!"

"HEY!!" Fang screamed. "SPOONS ARE MY THING!!" (A/N: if you don't get this read my story Spoonman)

"NO THE'RE NOT!!" Nudge cried, tears coming back into her eyes with the intensity of her conviction.

Their argument was interrupted by a large explosion in the kitchen.

Fang, startled, jumped up into Nudge's arms, and Nudge held him close. (Oh man can I imagine that…I would be laughing so hard!)

Iggy sighed. "I told you that lemon fluff and Spam was a dangerous combination, Fang."

"Oh. That's all it was?" Fang asked.

Nudge looked at the dark-eyed figure nestled in her arms. Fang grinned sheepishly. And Nudge unceremoniously dropped him onto the ground. "Idiot…"

The End!