Not as good, but what the heck. I'm thinking about getting rid of this story, only because I'm losing some of my interest in it. But just realize this is all meant for laughs, nothing serious. Flame if you want, I honestly don't give a monkey.

Disclaimer: O' Mighty James Patterson, Lord of Maximum Ride, please spare mercy on my unfortunate soul and do not sue me. In other words: No, I do not own Max Ride.

"Secret! Ageeent! Man!" I sung softly as I darted behind the bed, near Fang's backpack. No one was in the hotel room, but you could never be too sure. There could be microscopic cameras planted by world-dominating bunnies in here, you know.

In my hands lay something the Voice had given me. It was a gizmo that allowed you to change something's color. I had already knew what I was going to use it for.

Reaching into Fang's black backpack, I retrieved his clothes. Let's see. I think a pink top would totally bring out his eyes, yes. Then, purple pants. Who doesn't love purple pants? They're awesome radiates with purple-ness. Let's see, what color boxers? Something humiliating. Wait, not one color; but several. In one area, I put a dark brown stain. On the opposite side, I added a slight tint of yellow. Then, to finish it off, I made the rest of it rainbow. Perfect.

I quickly put everything back, went to go hide the gizmo, and got on Fang's laptop. I browsed through fan fictions and blog comments. What's this?

"Max and…HER problems." If the title didn't catch me, the summary did. I began to read. In my horror, the story told an exact replay of everything that happened. Who is this author? Is he working for them? Maybe he's God. Or…

Suddenly, the flock came in. Dang, looks like my investigating will have to wait. My mood was quickly picked back up when I remembered Fang's clothes. I just had to act normal, easy peasy.

"Oh, my lovey dovey flock member, Fang. May I ask how your beautiful stroll in the park went? May I take your coat?" I said, oh so cool. Strangely, I had picked up an accent.

"First, Max. I'm not your "lovey dovey flock member". Second, we went to an arcade, not the park. Third, I'm not wearing a coat. Are you alright, mate?" He said, not following his rule of little talking. He also had picked up an accent, but it was Australian. Darn him. Darn him to heck.

"Yes, I'm fine," I then decided to change the subject. "So who gets the first shower?" Before anyone could say something, Fang grabbed his backpack and was in the bathroom. Brilliant. He liked his showers really hot, it was usually steamy. He wouldn't notice that his clothes were changed.

We need a family picture of this, to cherish this moment of time. So I grabbed the camera, and waited for him to come out. The flock gave me strange looks, why I don't understand. I waited, and waited, and waited. I couldn't move, if I did he'd come out and I wouldn't be able to take the picture. The fridge was taunting me though, with that delicious chocolate pie Angel and Iggy had made. No. Stay with the plan. Pie afterwards.

Minutes later, I was inching myself off the chair to get the pie. Once I reached the fridge, I heard the shower stop. No, darn. The pie would have to wait. I quickly sat back down and held the camera up. He walked out and…

Narrator: Will Max's plan work? Will Fang be humiliated? Will she get the picture? What about the pie? Did you hear that Chad dumped Jessica for Britney? I know, I was shocked. Like, they were totally meant for each other. And…