Me: Okay, Antauri agreed to keep us untied IF we promise not to argue... RIGHT Gibson?

Gibson: ... Yes... Vulgar woman...

Me: WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!

Antauri: Did I ever tell you two that I know how to use a hot poker?

Me & Gibson: WHAT?

Me: Forgive me for not updating sooner. I won't bother with excuses, but read on please!

Disclaimer: I don't own. But I do own the infamous monkey team couch! Wha-Paah! (Quote from George Lopez)

Nova sat on the monkey team couch with an ice pack on her head, trying to rest. All she wanted at the moment was just a minute of rest. Teaching Sprx about girls, yelling at a woman in a fur coat, getting arrested, breaking out of mall prison and running like heck can really knock you out...

Sprx came into the room with a bowl of pudding, humming the tune of 'Mamma Mia'. He planted himself next to Nova, who smiled lightly at him. "Hey Novie," Sprx greeted warmly, taking out two spoons and offering one to her. "Want some pudding?"

It was strange how awake he was at that time when Nova was about ready to fall on the floor. But, either way he saw it, today had been a good day so far. He spent it with Nova, the last monkey on Shuggazoom who would want to spend time with him at all, even if it was for a few pointers on women. So far, he was caught in the girls bathroom at the mall, any man's nightmare, no matter what species; yelled at by many angry women and police women; thrown into mall jail and escaped under their noses. And it wasn't even ten o'clock yet!

"Not right now," she moaned, but still smiled. "I'll get some later... I just have a splitting head-ache..."

He shrugged, then swallowed his dessert one spoon-full at a time. He loved having sweets at random times. As a result of his mild addiction to sugar, he kept a super-duper-ultra-secret stash of candy under his bed (provided by a very helpful Otto, who also shared this problem). It was one of the secrets he hoped the team would never find out, along with him being in love with Nova. He would just die from embarrassment about the sugar craving, and die painfully from Nova, who would show no mercy and dance on his grave later.

Nova gave him a disgusted look. "Sprx, PLEASE don't eat like that..."

"What?" he asked, eating another shovel of it. "I'm just sitting here, eating some pudding."

"True," she said, putting her ice pack beside her. "But here's another lesson: Some girls like guys with manners." Sprx gave Nova a confused glare, making her sigh in near defeat. "It MEANS that you have to be polite, considerate, respectful, and sincere."

He looked as his pudding, then back at Nova with an inqiuring stare. "Does that mean I can't eat my pudding?"

She laughed aloud, put her ice pack back on her head, then closed her eyes gently. "I'm not one to keep a monkey from his pudding... but please show some table manners!"

Sprx frowned. "But we're not at a table."

It took a lot of self control for not hitting him upside the head, but she was so tired that she cut him some slack. "Just eat with your mouth shut, and while you're at it, wipe the pudding off your chin." She made a vauge gesture with her finger and pointed to her own chin, telling him where he would find the remains of his snack on his own face.

As he began wiping every inch of his face with his wrist, Gibson burst into the room, panting heavily. He pointed to Nova and Sprx. "You two! What have you been doing all day?"

The pair exchanged looks. "Eh, not much, Gibson." Nova said in her coolest tone, placing her hands behind her head.

Gibson was fuming. He lifted his hand and directed it to Nova, but, instead, slapped Sprx right across his face, making him spit out his pudding.

"OW! Geez! What was that for?" He cried, rubbing his cheek rapidly.

Angrily, Gibson pointed to the closest window. "Take a look outside, you dunderhead!"

Exchanging cautious looks, Nova and Sprx walked to the circular window and peered outside. There was an entire (or at least seven) team of atypical mall cops outside the robot, knocking angrily. One of the chubbiest (most of them were chubby) was talking to a man out of their plaid uniform, although he was as chubby as the rest. Underneath his orange mustache, the two could see he was frowning ... wait ... was that the mayor?!

"Is that the mayor?!" Sprx screeched, grabbing his forehead with one hand and pointing to the window with the other.

"Yes!" Gibson replied loudly, slapping Sprx again. "Now tell me what you two did today! Did you steal something? Did you hurt someone?"

Nova shook her head. "No, Gibson. We ... Sorta--"

"DID YOU EXIBIT INAPPROPRIATE DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION?!"

"NO!" Sprx yelled back, slapping Gibson this time. "I was caught in the girls' bathroom--"

Gibson slapped Sprx again, then Sprx slapped him again, and the two exchanged slaps one after the other.

"WILL YOU TWO GET A GRIP?!" Nova broke the slapping game with one slap, somehow hitting them both at once. "Okay, the lame mall cops are outside with the mayor and they're discussing our sentence into that stupid mall jail again. Probably just another few hours like last time, right? It's just a time out! And the mayor loves us anyway! We save the world every day! Causing one day of havoc in the mall can't be that bad!"

"Well," Sprx began, "I got caught in the girls' bathroom, which is strike one, you attacked an officer of the law, which is strike two, we broke out of a mall jail, wich is strike three, and me setting off the sprinklers makes strike four! And there are only three strikes! If you ask me, we're beyond screwed!"

"What do you suggest we do, Gibson?" She ignored what he said, but hit him in the stomach with her tail.

Following that question, the scientist's expression became distant and still. For a while, there was an eerie silence. It seemed that for once, Gibson didn't know what to do! Even though Sprx felt like laughing, he was too deep of trouble to even chuckle.

"I ... I don't know, Nova." He finally said, looking down shamefully. "I can't think of anything for you two to do that's legal or that won't yield any scars on the upper half or middle section of your body!"

"Say what?" Sprx asked.

"Never mind."

"What if," Nova broke the arguement again. "What if we left town for a little while? Just until this whole thing passes over?"

"Say what?" The two (boys? men? guys? dudes? Can't pick!) monkeys said together.

"Think about it, guys." She began again, looking cautiously out the window. "That wannabe cop, who probably hates our guts for messing up his mall, is talking to the mayor. He can easily change his mind about someone if he just hears the right stuff about them. He might put us on probation or something for disturbing the peace or whatever! But, he also forgets easily! Remember the time he forgot to call the guy who was going to die in twenty-four hours?"

/Flashback

"I have bad news and worse news for you, sir." The mayor said to a tall man.

"Oh man ... what's the bad news?"

"You're going to die in twenty-four hour

"OH GOD! What's the worse news?"

"I forgot to call you yesterday."

"WHA--"

PLOP!

/Flashback (Lame joke. I have no idea why a mayor would tell a guy he's going to die. Don't hate me, please.)

"If we just left Shuggazoom for a week or two, they'll forget all about it!"

Gibson looked at the ground thoughtfully. It was a decent plan, but he didn't trust those two being alone for so long! He saw the way Sprx looked at her when she wasn't looking! Also, they weren't exactly the most agreeable couple! Gibson wouldn't be able to handle it if only Nova came back ... without Sprx!

But ... she had a point. And, through the narrow wisdom he had about women, they were always right. (Read and learn, gentlemen! Haha, just kidding.)

Sprx, on the other hand, couldn't believe his ears! Nova, the girl of his dreams, asking him to go on a galactic road trip with him for a week ... or more! Just to check, he pinched himself. Ouch! Okay, not dreaming ... But just the luckiest day of his life!

Finally, Gibson sighed. "I suppose we can keep the mall cops and the mayor busy for a while during the time you're away ... I will ask Chiro for permission of this action."

Me: Wha-Paah! Gods, I love that phrase! Anyway, yeah. Review please-um!