Disclaimer: I do NOT own the following: Linkin Park, or it's member's and I do NOT own Buffy or Oz. This is a fiction of purely my own warped and twisted Psyche and I mean no harm or offense by it.

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"I mock you with my monkey pants!" Chester says, giggling as he waves his animal cracker monkey under Mike's nose.

"What?!" Mike laughs, raising an eyebrow at his boyishly good looking bandmate. "Monkey Pants? Have you been hitting your stash a little early today?" he says, poking Chaz in the ribs.

"No, it's like totally a Buffy thing, like something that Oz says about the monkey being the only animal cracker that gets to wear clothes!" he replies, still giggling.

"Well, hello to the pop culture reference!" Rob grins at Chaz, "I swear your movie tourettes is getting worse while I watch, now it is TV tourettes too!" he says, ducking the swing Chaz took at him.

"Phi!" Chester shrieks, "Robbie is pickin on me again! Mmmmph..." he is cut off by Rob tackling him onto the couch on the tour bus. "Hey! My hair! Stop touching my hair! Ahhhh! Phi!" He wiggles around trying to break Rob's hold on him, but his younger friend has a lot of upper body strength and he is stuck. He begins to pout playfully, "Robbie, c'mon, lemme go.."

Rob grins evilly, "Or what?" he asks, knowing he can hold Chester easily in the position they are in. "Orrrr, I'll dooooo....this!!" Chaz shrieks and then wraps his arms around the drummer's upper arm and bites down on his bicep. "Ahhh! He's biting me, he's biting me!!" Rob yelps, pulling Chaz's hair, causing the older singer to yelp himself. "Ok, Ok, I'll let go if you let go.." Rob says, slightly out of breath. With skin between his teeth a muffled, "You let go first.." is heard from Chaz. "Nuh uh, you first.." Rob replies..."nuh uh, you first.." from Chaz.

Phoenix, who had arrived as the singer set his teeth into the drummer, grins over his shoulder at Mike and says in mock seriousness, "You know, they will be at this All day."

Mike nods and grins back, "yeah, we should definitely do something about this." The two of them look at each other, and then the playful combatants before yelling in unison, "Mr. Hahn!!!"

Rob and Chester look up just in time to see Joe fly down the aisle and leap at them. "Ahhhh!" they both yell, and scramble apart.

"No fair bringing the Wrath of Hahn down upon us guys!" Rob says rubbing his sore bicep. "Yeah, I could have been damaged with him squishing down on me with his heavy tushy," Chester whined, rubbing his scalp and pouting.

"Stop pouting, baby Chaz, we wouldn't have let you get hurt...well, too badly anyway" Mike says smirking. "Yeah stop pouting Wittle Chaz and try not to be so immature" Phi threw over his shoulder at Chester, who glared back at him.

Chester got up and began heading to the back of the bus, but as usual had to have the last word. And as usual, he had them all cracking up as they heard his parting shot of, "I wasn't pouting. And I am NOT immature," he said smirking, "You Stinkybutt Poopyhead."

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Well, there it is, the first chapter of my first story ever. Not much Angst yet, but you have to work into these things. But first, tell me how you like it and if I should even keep going. Reviews would prolly set my black little heart all aflutter, so please lemme know whatcha'll think of it so far..