The gang sat around the table, listening to the banging of tools coming from the hanger bay.

Piper stared blankly into space, chewing on her lip.

Aerrow crossed his legs and bit off a hangnail.

Finn tapped annoyingly on the metal with his thumb.

"Stop that," Aerrow snapped.

"Whatever..."

"What if we...? No, that won't work."

Aerrow sighed. "Any other prank we play is a major LET DOWN after this."

"I KNOW!" Finn exclaimed, throwing his arms up in exasperation.

Suddenly, Piper started giggling, then laughing, then shrieking like a maniac. She fell out of her chair and landed on the floor with a thump.

"What? What is it?" Aerrow asked, helping her up.

"What if we...ha...ask...ha ha ha...Cyclonis...ha ha...what kind of bra she wears?" Piper laughed.

The boys exchanged an apprehensive glance.

"Bras?"

"Cyclonis?"

They grinned. "Let's DO IT."

OOO

A/N: That's the end of this one, but if you want me to write a sequel...let me know. It's been fun, guys, really.