Hah! I've been kinda working on this for a while now, trying to figure out a flow to this story, and I found one!

Now, I also have this posted on FF net, so that should mean I'll actually update it!

Also, while I may hint at pairings, I won't have any romance, since this is suppose to be comedic, except for one, involving Omega. You'll see later on.

I hope you all enjoy!

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Shadow was in a rare mood, something that came once in a blue moon for the hedgehog, but when he was in such a mood, it spread out to everyone else, infecting them and spreading even more. The last time it happened, Eggman had wept and agreed to stop trying to take over the world (a promise quickly broken once the effects ended), Rouge gave to charity, Knuckles let little kids on his island to play with the Master Emerald, and other things that seemed unthinkable occurred, and no, not that. That would be silly.

Poland was also invaded, but the opposing armies quickly gave up and agreed to never fight again, and were soon taken over by Eggman the next day in a fit rage at getting in the same mood Shadow was in.

What mood was the self proclaimed Ultimate Life Form in?

Shadow was happy.

And why was he happy? Perchance, had he found love, possibly in a certain pink hedgehog?

No, despite the fact the author is a fan, that’s not what happened.

Had Sonic come to his senses and proclaimed Shadow to be the best? Nope, the cool blue ‘hog was still convinced of his awesomeness, and truth be told, he is pretty cool.

Perchance he had somehow found out that despite the over whelming odds, Maria was still alive? Again, no. She was still dead. Bullets do that to you.

Maybe he had come across a horde of zombies, and their destruction by Shadow in the most violent means necessary cheered him up. Alas, the zombies weren’t due for another week or so.

So, why was he happy?

He had had an epiphany.

Now, you readers, and hopefully reviewers, are probably thinking I’m just stalling, running low on ideas of what would make Shadow happy. I wasn’t. Now I’m stalling.

Anyways, Shadow the Hedgehog had an epiphany.

“If I bought three of these things for 4. 50, and got the fourth free with this coupon, I’d save fifty cents off of each one!”

Shadow was food shopping.

With Omega.

Yes, the two friends, as only friends or family will willingly go food shopping with you, unless they have ulterior motives, such as back stabbing you with a piece of produce, were grocery shopping.

Now, Omega was a robot, thus didn’t need to eat, and Shadow, while still needing and enjoying food, did not need it nearly as much as normal Mobians.

But there was a reason the two had a grocery cart load of food that Omega was pushing, Shadow being to short to push the cart designed for humans.

Shadow was throwing a party, and Omega, somehow thinking a party involved suitcases and firing all weapons systems, (allusions to Dragonbreath1’s fanfics! Read them, very funny!) had agreed to help.

Of course, this brings up a whole new question, of why Shadow was throwing a party in the first place.

It all began last week, at a party Sonic was throwing…

A haze filled the air, Omega looking around in alarm, the only one who could see it apparently.

“It seems as though it is another flashback, Comrade Shadow,” the robot said with no emotion, being a robot.

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Loud noises and drunken singing filled the house, as Knuckles, who had drank three bottles of Root Beer, had some adverse reaction to the caffeine, and became a bit…crazy. Some people would call it a sugar high.

However, this story does not focus on the amusing antics of Knuckles, and instead the flashback focuses on a small couch in the corner, a grumpy looking Shadow sitting with his arms across his chest, Omega peering forward as Sonic stepped back, laughing at something Tails had said, and looked towards his rival in speed.

“Come on Shadow! Have some fun!” Sonic grinned, “We got Root Beer!”

Shadow hissed at the mention of the nasty tasting substance, earning a strange look from Sonic.

“Err…We have cake-flavored cake!” Sonic then suggested, pulling out a slice from seemingly nowhere. He blinked, and it disappeared, a scowling Shadow having a bit of frosting on his lips.

“…” Shadow commented.

Suddenly, an idea formed in Sonic’s mind.

“Well, I guess I’m better then you then!” Sonic declared, grinning madly and turning around, preparing to walk off.

“No one is better then Shadow the Hedgehog…” Shadow spoke up from his couch in the corner.

“I’m better at having fun then you!” Sonic shot back, turning around with a smirk.

“No one has fun like Shadow!” Shadow declared, doing a bad impression of Gaston and jumping from the couch, “I will prove to you I am better at this, fun thing, as you call it.”

“And how will you do that?” Sonic wondering, raising an eyebrow, the roar in the party getting a little louder, as Pop Rocks had been found, and Tails and Knuckles were making improve grenades with them by stuff them in sodas, shaking thoroughly, then throwing them before their arms were blown off.

“I…” Shadow paused, wondering just how he would do such a thing.

“I…will throw my own party,” Shadow then declared, “And it will be, as you say, more fun then yours here!”

“Fine then! The usual wager?” Sonic wondered, holding out his hand to shake.

“The usual,” Shadow answered, and the two hedgehogs shook hands, and the mist faded back, Omega looking around in the grocery store, slightly confused.

“Comrade Shadow, I believe I should see a mechanic. I am seeing things I should not be seeing,” Omega said quietly to the still shopping Shadow, who merely shrugged, and continued shopping for items, remembering what Sonic had at his party.

After the purchasing of foodstuffs, Shadow easily Chaos Controlled the groceries to his house.

Well, he would have, except he forgot one important thing.

Shadow the Hedgehog was not a home owner. He wasn’t even a renter. The closes thing to a home he had was ARK, and that was a bit to go for partygoers.

“Omega, I believe we have a problem,” Shadow said slowly, as he and the robot stared at the mute brown bags full of food and other necessary party supplies, including Kimi-Be-Gone Spray.

“How will we acquire a home unit, Comrade Shadow?” Omega wondered, “Perhaps we can…convince someone of lending one to us?”

“Are you suggesting we barge into someone’s home, and then threaten to hurt them unless they let us use their house to throw a party?” Shadow asked, raising an eyebrow towards his robot friend.

“Of course not Comrade Shadow! But my scanners indicate that humans seem fascinated by small green pieces of paper. Perhaps if we gave them some, they would be willing to part with a home unit,” Omega said, shocked that Shadow would think he’d suggest such a thing. Unless, of course, it was Eggman they did it to.

Shadow, looking a little disappointed for some reason, merely nodded, “True. They don’t seem to like it when I pay in Rings. But where will we find these pieces of paper?”

“They can not be difficult to acquire some. There seems to be a large number of them,” Omega reasoned, “And perchance we can assemble them ourselves.”

“I think we need a job…” Shadow muttered, remembering an incident when he attempted to procure food at a food place with golden arches, unable to pay with cash, and told to ‘Get a job bum!’ by one of the annoyed customers behind him.

Authorities have yet to find that guy.

“And how shall acquire one Comrade Shadow?” Omega wondered.

Shadow paused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Well…Not sure. Perhaps we should ask Rouge.”

“Comrade Rouge?!” Omega said, perking up, “At her Club? Would I be able to meet Miss Toaster once more?”

There was another pause from Shadow, though this one was a much more awkward one, and Omega was completely oblivious to the slightly disgusted and stunned look on his friend’s face.

“Omega…that’s just a normal toaster…” Shadow finally said, “It doesn’t have any intelligence…”

Omega’s eye glowed for a second, and he pointed two large cannons towards the Ultimate Life Form.

“Do you dare insult Miss Toaster, Comrade Shadow?!” Omega roared, locking unto the now slightly scared looking Shadow.

“Ummm…I mean…The age difference…” Shadow muttered, “I don’t think it would work out.”

“What about the age difference between you and Miss-”

“Shut up…” Shadow said quickly, eyes darting back and forth, “We’re not suppose to talk about romance! At least not right now, with canon characters.”

“…Omega believes that Comrade Shadow should not break the fourth wall,” the robot said, removing his cannons from Shadow’s face, “Now, let us visit Comrade Rouge and Miss Toaster!”

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“You want to know how to get a job?” Rouge wondered, eyebrow raised as she sat on the couch across Shadow, who was sitting on an uncomfortable stool.

“Yes…Omega and I need money. So we can get a house. To throw a party. And thus I shall beat the Faker at this ‘fun’ thing!” Shadow declared, clenching his fist, as Omega’s voice, speaking in French, wafted across the room, the words ‘Mademoiselle Grille-pain’ heard very often.

“Well then…” Rouge grinned slyly, “I could pay you to help me with something.”

“But I already told you, I don’t know how to River Dance!” Shadow said, exasperated.

Rouge merely blinked, then laughed, shaking her head, “No, no, no. I want help with a heist, and you and Omega can definitely help.”

“May I bring Miss Toaster along, Comrade Rouge?” Omega asked from the kitchen.

“Then again, maybe not…” Rouge muttered, glancing over to the hapless hedgehog called Shadow, who squirmed slightly in his seat.

“Can you help us or not Rouge?” Shadow wondered, getting slightly frustrated.

“I suppose so,” the bat smiled, a gleam in her eyes, “You two will get…ten percent off what I make from this heist.”

“Ten percent?!” Shadow spluttered, eyes wide, “But there’s two of us! We should get two thirds of the money!”

Shadow suddenly found a boot to his chest, an angry looking Rouge glaring towards him, “Listen, if you and Omega weren’t friends, I would have just dumped you two out on the streets, got it? Now because I’m so generous, I’ll let you and Omega have a separate, ten percent cut, got it? Now if you complain about that, I will throw you out on the streets.”

The black hedgehog gulped, staring forward at the scary sight. It was worse then when confronting Devil Doom…

“Go-got it…” Shadow muttered, the Ultimate Life Form now being freed from the boot.

“Good. Omega, put down my toaster and get in here! We’re going over the plan!” Rouge shouted towards the kitchen, and a sad looking Omega appeared, toasterless.

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Shadow squirmed uncomfortably in the vent, staring towards the stone tablet he was suppose to help steal for Rouge’s employer, waiting for the all clear from Omega.

The plan was simple enough. Omega would disable the outside security, while Rouge would get the inside ones. Once done, a simple Chaos Control by Shadow, and the tablet would be theirs. Errr…Rouge’s.

“I’ve got the inner defenses offline,” Rouge’s voice crackled through Shadow’s ear piece, “Now we’re just waiting on Omega.”

The robot in question did not have the plan entirely down pat. He thought that after he disabled the outside defenses, he was suppose to help Shadow steal the tablet, and when his bulky form did not fit through the air vent, decided to proceed another way.

“PROCEEDING TO HELP COMRADE SHADOW AND ACQUIRE ITEM!” Omega shouted, punching the museum’s door open without much trouble, green eyes glowing as he looked around the museum, activating his floodlights to see.

“Destroying non needed targets!” Omega then yelled, locking his missiles on several priceless items, preparing to fire.

Neither Omega, Shadow, or Rouge would confess as to what happened next, but it was a good thing Rouge had gotten the inner security off.

The next morning, the sun would illuminate the destroyed building, artifacts of all kind now lost the searing heat of Omega’s missiles. Needless to say, no one noticed the tablet missing, as it was presumed destroyed as well, but, in reality, Shadow had hastily punched the glass covering, winced and cursed, then stole the tablet and Chaos Controlled himself and Rouge out before he accidentally destroyed them in his search and acquire mission.

Shadow also managed to get Omega out from the rubble before authorities were able to appear, and it was presumed that Eggman was responsible for it, who as we all know, didn’t, but was nevertheless arrested at a Safeway after purchasing a Snicker’s Bar, a gallon of milk, and a copy of Discover Magazine. He is still in custody.

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“Remind me to never hire you two again for another job…” Rouge sighed, handing Omega and Shadow their share.

“Ten dollars…” Shadow muttered, staring at the green bill. Something didn’t seem right, but maybe that was just the bandage around his hand.

Omega quickly shifted his still running thought process from ‘Destroy’ to ‘Economics’, a relatively easy switch.

“This does not compute Comrade Rouge,” Omega finally said, “We were offered ten percent, not ten dollars. Was the job for only one hundred of these green bills?”

“No, it wasn’t. But the price was lowered since you destroyed the damn museum, and I took what was taken out of your two’s payments!” Rouge growled, “I swear, if you weren’t friends…”

“Hey, I didn’t mess up!” Shadow protested, “Why should I only get-”

A glare from the bat thief quickly shut him up.

“Now get out and find yourself a different way to make money!” Rouge yelled, shooing the two out her front door and locking it after them.

“…Does this mean I can not visit Miss Toaster again?” Omega wondered, as the two sat outside in silence for a few minutes.

“Nah, she’ll calm down. Now come on. Let’s get us a ‘job’ thing,” Shadow answered, and stood up, and together, the two headed down the street…

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A.N. Yah, I know Shadow's kinda OOC, but, I went with the fact that Shadow would go at any lengths in an attempt to beat Sonic at anything. I have about five sevenths of part two written too!

Hope you guys liked it!

"She was still dead. Bullets do that to you."

Thats the greatest line ever.

Hilarious stuff. You have to update this thing.

That line, and

“Do you dare insult Miss Toaster, Comrade Shadow?!”

XD

This was pretty funny. Robots falling in love with appliances...yeesh.

Oh yes, and Poland being invaded. Funny stuff.

AGOI WINS!

XD

Omega in love with a Toaster... Poland repelling invaders... Drunk-on-Root-Beer Knuckles... Bullets do that to you... cake-flavored-cake reference...

This is pure hilarity! :LOL: AWESOME JOB! Gold stars and flan for everyone!

Flan? Flan?!? FLAN?!?!?!?

Your flan is evil! CUSTARD FOREVER!

Narrator: And thats when Avenger was kicked out for taking his RP-ing too seriously.

A.N. Woooo! Glad you guys liked it! And, I have Part II ready! Woot!

In this chapter, Shadow gets a hat.

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“Do you have a High School diploma, Mr…” the clerk wondered, eyes scanning the paper, “E-123?”

“You may refer to me as ‘Omega’ if you wish, Social Worker Unit,” the robot in question answered, sitting uncomfortably in a chair at the employment agency.

“Alright, Mr. Omega. Do you have a High School Diploma?” she then asked, looking bored.

“I am a robotic device. I can calculate your heartbeat, breathing rate, and digestion in the matter of seconds, all while solving complex calculus, plus perform amazing physical feats, the likes of which you fleshy organ bags could never imagine,” Omega stated simply, never blinking, being a robot.

“So, no then?” the clerk sighed, holding up a pen.

“…No…” Omega answered finally.

“A G.E.D.?” the clerk wondered.

“Several,” the robot answered, thinking that G.E.D. stood for ‘Guided Electronic Defense.’

“Can you show me?” the clerk wondered, writing something on the piece of paper Omega had filled out.

“Certainly. You may wish to step back.”

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“What part of I’m the Ultimate Life Form do you not get?” Shadow asked, exasperated as he struggled to reason with the clerk he was talking to, a balding man in his late forties.

“I’m sorry sir, but I’m afraid we don’t have any jobs on file that…well, fit your past endeavors,” the clerk answered, giving a small shrug.

“I help save the world once, save it on my own once as well, and this is what I get?” Shadow snorted, leaning back in the chair, considering using some well placed Chaos Blasts in the Employment Agency Building.

However, before he could begin building up just enough rage for one, the wall beside him exploded, an anti-missile missile exploding it, Omega next room over demonstrating his Guided Electronic Defense to the stunned woman, who was now attempting to hide under her desk.

“OMEGA!!!” Shadow shouted, ducking as a laser sliced through the desk of the balding man, who was now attempting to escape with his enormous gut.

“What?” Omega wondered, charging a rather powerful laser, the foundations of the building badly shaken, threatening to fall, the people inside streaming out.

“Don’t-” Shadow began, but was cut off suddenly as Omega’s laser was fired.

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It was a few hours later, and Shadow finally regained consciousness, slightly surprised to find himself upside down in a tree.

“Well then…” the Ultimate Life Form muttered, struggling out of the tree and hopping down, looking about where he was.

He was in the middle of a busy city, the tree he had been one of those trees that are put up to help improve the area and what not.

“Now…” Shadow said to himself, looking around, “Where is Omega?”

“Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, time for ice cream, ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling-time for fun!”

The hedgehog turned to the source of the noise, and found Omega by an ice cream truck, a gaggle of kids behind him, eagerly waiting for their turn to buy the delicious treat.

“What is the nature of this ‘ice cream’ as you call it?” Omega wondered, holding a scoop of chocolate ice cream on a cone.

“Dude, just give me the buck and get going. I got to get ice cream to those kids,” the annoyed ice cream man said, waiting to be paid.

“Very well then,” Omega answered, producing his ten dollar bill, receiving his change, then walking off, attempting to eat the ice cream cone, but finding that impossible with no mouth.

“Omega…We’re saving for a house, remember?” Shadow asked as Omega walked up, his face smeared with the uneaten ice cream.

“Affirmative Comrade Shadow. I simply wished to try something new, think outside my programming,” the robot replied.

Shadow sighed and shook his head. Things were looking bleak. Together, they had nineteen dollars now, and since Omega had…accidentally…destroyed the Unemployment Agency, they would have to find jobs on their own. Thus, they could then purchase a house, once they received enough money.

Looking around, as if hoping to find a clue to their problems, Shadow came across a flyer.

Ripping it out of the hands of the buzzing bee who held it, the hedgehog looked over it carefully, the bee, who had seen the ice cream truck, forgot about the flyer and headed off to buy ice cream.

“‘Lost Cat. Cash reward if found. Please contact for further information.’” Shadow read, a telephone number then given afterwards.

“Ahah! An answer to our money troubles Omega!” Shadow declared, waving the flyer in front of his robotic friend and ally.

“I do not think that adequate funds can be acquired from this pursuit of a feline,” Omega answered, looking quite silly with chocolate ice cream and cone bits plastered to his face.

“Look, we need the money,” Shadow reasoned, “And it can’t take us to long to find this cat, right?”

“I suppose so…” Omega answered back. “Then let us call this number.”

Opening up, Omega’s chest plate expanded, and revealed a phone hanging on a receiver, a rotary dialing system by it.

“Rotary? Figured you’d be touch tone Omega,” Shadow joked, picking up the phone and proceeding to rotate the number.

“Eggman is a cheap bast-” Omega began, but then cut off by his friend, as someone picked up the phone on the other end.

“Hello?! Hello?!” the voice shouted, clearly audible over the phone from five feet away, the Ultimate Life Form thrusting the phone away from his ear, “Who is this?”

The voice seemed to belong to an old woman, one who got easily annoyed by things and disliked the younger generation with intense loathing.

“Ummm…Hello…” Shadow said tentatively, bringing the phone back to his head, “I saw your flyer for a lost cat and…”

“Lost cat?! You mean Mr. Muffins?!” the old lady screeched, though not as loud, as Omega had taken care to lower the volume. “Did you find my Mr. Muffins?!”

“No ma’am, I just saw your flyer,” Shadow coughed, trying his best not to be annoyed by the voice, “And I wanted to find him, and I was hoping you could tell us what he looked like and where he was last seen.”

“Alright young man! Come to my house and I’ll show you a picture of Mr. Muffins!” the old lady shouted. She then proceeded to give Shadow the address, who wrote it down on a piece of paper and pencil that Omega handed to him.

Hanging up, Shadow studied the address.

“Wait…Where are we?” Shadow wondered, “And I have no idea where this address is.”

“I shall figure it out Comrade Shadow!” Omega said, then became perfectly still, wireless accessing the internet.

Connection with dial-up, as Omega said earlier, “Eggman is a cheap bast-”, whatever a ‘bast’ is, the robot then accessed Yahoo! Maps…

“Come Comrade Shadow!” Omega then declared, suddenly grabbing Shadow by the quills and dragging him off down the street, barreling through people…

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After an escapade involving an illegal Mexican drug ring, barrels of apples, the Fires of Mount Doom, and Leonard Nemoy, Omega and Shadow had finally made it to the old lady’s house, where an annoyed Shadow wearing a red fedora hat knocked on the door, a sheepish-looking, if robots could indeed have that look, Omega behind him, hands behind his back.

“Hello?! Hello?!” the voice shouted from the door, as it opened inwards, a very small and stooped, stereotypical old lady emerging from it, wearing glasses large enough and thick enough to be used as a magnifying glass, “What do you want?!”

“Ummm…I’m here about your lost cat,” Shadow answered.

“OH! Come in, come in dears!” the lady bellowed, and Shadow and Omega followed, immediately hit with a wave of noxious smell, something that smelled like it had died two weeks previously, along with the rest of it’s herd. Even Omega, who had no sense of smell, recoiled from it.

The news was on, something about Eggman and the destruction of a prison, and that Sonic was after him and what not.

“Ah!” the old lady screeched, “That Sonic fellow, not that bad! That Shadow one though, oohhhh…He’s evil, I know it! If I ever came across him, I’d belt him a good one! Now, what was your name sonny?!”

Shadow paused. While he wasn’t afraid of this old lady, he still wanted her money, and if she knew he was Shadow, he doubted that she’d let them search for her cat.

“Ummm…” the Ultimate Life Form paused, playing with the brim of his red fedora hat, searching for a name, “The name’s…Gently…Dirk…Gently.”

“Dirk Gently?! Is that a foreign name?!” the old lady demanded.

“…Sure…and this is my associate…Mr…” Shadow paused, again, looking towards Omega, who shrugged.

“Mr…Adams! Mr. Adams,” Shadow finally shouted, “Now, about your cat…”

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“Comrade Shadow…Or should I say Comrade Gently, the lost cat is not within this cone object,” Omega, or as he was known to the old lady ‘Mr. Adams’ told the red fedora hat wearing hedgehog.

“That’s a trash can Omega. And call me Shadow when we’re not within earshot of the old lady,” the hedgehog in question answered.

The two were looking around the old lady’s house, well, outside of it, as Omega’s scans only picked up the old lady in the house. After both receiving a copy of what Mr. Muffins looked like, a normal gray tabby, they headed outside to scout the immediate area.

Stepping over a lawn gnome, Shadow scratched his head in confusement. It seemed that finding this cat would be very difficult. In fact, it might take all of his epic skill as The Ultimate Life Form.

Perhaps he should make some business cards…

“Meow.”

“What was that Omega?” Shadow wondered, turning towards the robot, who had produced a bowl of crème, and having set it down, attracted several dozen cats.

“Omega! That’s brilliant!” the hedgehog shouted exuberantly, “But where did you get the crème?”

Omega paused, looking down towards said bowl full of the milk-like substance, then up towards Shadow, “It is the crème I use for my coffee, Comrade Shadow.”

“But…you don’t…” Shadow began, confused.

“Don’t what, Comrade Shadow?” the robot wondered, also confused as well, scratching his metal head.

Shadow just sighed, exasperated, then headed over to the cats, producing the picture of the cat called Mr. Muffins, comparing them with the cats at the bowl, then pulled one out, and was soon scratched several times.

“AHHH! Get it off, get it off!” Shadow yelled, arms flailing through the air, hopping backwards on one foot as Mr. Muffins unleashed his feline fury on the Ultimate Life Form.

“I shall aid you Comrade Shadow!” Omega yelled heroically, and aimed his cannons towards Shadow.

“No, wait, don-!”

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“Here’s your cat…” a smoky Shadow muttered, his red fedora hat unscathed from Omega’s missile barrage, as was Mr. Muffins. He deposited the cat by the feet of the old lady, who hissed, then began to clean itself. Not the old lady, but the cat. Silly.

“Thank you dearies!” the old lady exploded with what Shadow and Omega could only assume to be tolerance, “Here’s your payment!”

The old lay took out a person, then removed a large wad of cash, handing it to the stunned Shadow, who looked towards it in disbelief, who then handed it towards a confused Omega.

“Comrade Shadow…” Omega began, but Shadow cut him off.

“Thank you,” Shadow grinned, then headed for the door before the old lady could change her mind. Once outside and on the street, the hedgehog turned eagerly to his friend. “Alright! How much did we make?”

“I was trying to tell you earlier, Comrade Shadow. “This is Monopoly money.” He then proceeded to wave the multi colored pieces of paper in Shadow’s face.

Shadow twitched, beginning to turn the same red as his hat, though not in embarrassment.

“DAMN YOU MILTON BROTHERS!!!” Shadow bellowed into the sky, growing redder, as Omega stepped back carefully, out of range.

Then, Shadow exploded.

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“…Now where are we?” Shadow wondered, waking up to find himself slung over Omega’s left shoulder.

Looking around, it seemed as though it was still the city, large buildings looming above them, people pushing past them.

“You life forms refer to it as Station Square,” Omega answered.

“And what do you robots refer to it as?” Shadow wondered, hopping off Omega’s shoulder and walking beside him, and realizing, with a bit of sadness, that his hat seemed to have disappeared.

“Station Square as well, Comrade Shadow, but you didn’t hear it from me,” the robot responded, very quietly. “Now, how shall we acquire monetary funds?”

Shadow frowned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, gazing around the city, then stopped, smiling broadly as he saw their answer.

“That…” Shadow grinned, pointing towards it, “Is the answer…”

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A.N. Robot conspiracy? Milton Brothers? Coffee?

And just what is it that Shadow saw that can get him and Omega money? Find out next time! Muhahahahaha!

An escapade involving a Mexican drug ring, barrels of apples, Mt. Doom, and Lenord Nemoy? They sure get put through a lot, don't they? :LOL:

Congrats on another funny episoode.

Superb, AGoI! I could even go to ZUBER on how well this is. I find it so hilarious that Shadow and Omega are going to throw a party. SHADOW AND OMEGA......throwing a party.......equals WTF. Awesome.

Vidit: They do! And I just realized how much LotR influenced that sentence...

TS: But first they need a house, and to get a house, they need money, and to get money, they needs jobs...Hehehe!

Not sure when Part III will be out...I need to update Chaotic Power as well before my reviewers on FF.net decide to hurt me... :heh:

Wow AGoI, i didn't even think of checking to see if you'd posted the story here. It's a funny as it was on FF.net. Will Omega escort Miss Toaster to the party when he and Shadow finally get enough (monopoly) money to buy a house? lol.

Shadowluver19: Glad you think so! And Omega escorting Miss Toaster to the dance? Well, let's see if they get the money for the house first!

Anything is possible in the crazy world of your fanfics, lol

"“Very well then,” Omega answered, producing his ten dollar bill, receiving his change, then walking off, attempting to eat the ice cream cone, but finding that impossible with no mouth."

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"He deposited the cat by the feet of the old lady, who hissed, then began to clean itself. Not the old lady, but the cat. Silly.".

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Ack. Another perfectly hilarious chapter! I am just so amazed how you can keep everything so in-character and slapstick at the same time! It's very very admirable! :]

And I really liked that lil' Shadow/Amy-ish hint in the first chapter. <3

Can't wait for more! ^^