Things not to do to Power of 5 characters
A/N: My first Power Of 5 fic:) I hope you like it!
1: Steal Pedro's English-Spanish dictionary
"¿DONDE DIABLOS ESTÁ MI DICCINARIO?" demanded Pedro as he stormed through the hacienda.
"I don't know!" protested Matt.
"Ah, sí?" Pedro said sarcastically.
2: And tell him Matt took it
He moved on to the twins.
"Matt took it," Jamie immediately said.
Pedro than began to administer torture by feather duster on the unfortunate Matt. In the room above, two twins were laughing their heads off.
3: Send Jamie and Scott invites to the Mental Health Hospital.
The postman knocked at the door of the hacienda. Three teenage boys rushed downstairs. Matt was nowhere to be seen.
The postman spoke, sounding quite familiar.
"Do Jamie and Scott Tyler live here?" he enquired, holding two envelopes out.
Jamie and Scott took the envelopes and ripped them open.
Dear Sir
You have been invited to Lima Mental Health Hospital.
The twins didn't read any more. They read the mind of the 'postman'.
"MATT!"
4: Deliver pizza to Chaos' Ice Palace,
Chaos sat on his totally overkill throne of darkness, pondering ways to kill The Five. His Fire Riders and fellow Old Ones surrounded him. At that moment, the doorbell screamed.
"PIZZA DELIVERY!" yelled someone below.
Chaos yelled for one of his minions to go get the pizza. One of his Fire Riders went down and opened the door to see Matthew Freeman holding a large, flat, steaming box.
"Pizza delivery!" he said, then ran from the scene before the Fire Rider could actually get what the crazy teenager had just done.
5: Justin Beiber is not Chaos' son.
Matt kept one hand on his gun. Beside him, Jamie and Scott crept through the throng of pushing people, kicking some of the belibers out of the way.
'Now' thought Jamie to Scott.
Jamie nodded at Matt. The three teenage boys sprinted onto the stage and confronted the singer.
"YOU ARE THE SON OF CHAOS!" yelled Matt.
Jamie tapped into his powers.
"Jump off that handy tower over there," he said.
So Justin Beiber died. But there was another problem. The rabid belibers. Pedro had his hands full when the three teenagers limped home, muttering about rabid fans.
A/N: 1st translation= Where the f_ is my dictionary?
2nd translation= Oh yeah?
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