(Okay, I know I was sorta building a plot in this book (the whole "duck incident" this also happened) BUT! I had this stroke of brilliance and I have to write it. We'll get back to the whole "Duck Acnologia" but I do have to tell you guys some stuff.

Based on recent requests, I've been thinking about writing a second-gen Papalogia book - you know, what happened with the Dragon Slayer's after Acnologia sacrificed himself (But it would mainly focus on their kids) add that with the five other fanfictions I'm writing means that it may take a while for me to publish stuff because I like having things planned out. 

This means that I may update slowly, *nervous laughter* and that this book, in particular, may be super slow because this is my mess-around-story that I'm not super invested in.

I'm sorry about this, but I'm not regretful. I will continue this book... just maybe not as religiously as I was before. BUT! If you need a new chapter because you've had a stroke of brilliance and you want to see it, or it's a rough day, I'll GLADLY write it.

I'll also take any and all input on next-gen stuff (like names)

I'll probably put something on Tags and Books (my communication book) but know that you guys are my friends so if you want something, ask... I might not be able to do it, but your input is still important.

ALRIGHTY! ON WITH THE ONE-SHOT!)

The three Acnologias had rented an apartment for three days and it was the second day of their trip.

The first smiled to himself as he went to the freezer, opened it up and pulled out a container of ice cream. He opened it, looked inside and dropped the lid in shock.

"What. The. *input word*. Someone ate HALF MY ICE CREAM!" He slammed the ice cream on the counter and looked around angrily, "ANGRY ME! SMART ME!"

The third ran out, "Whoa, what happened?"

The second walked out and glared at the first.

"One of you ate my ice cream!" the first accused.

"Excuse me, how you know I ate it?" the second growled.

"I didn't say YOU ate it, I said ONE OF YOU ate it!"

"Whoa there, you need to calm down," the third scoffed, "There's an explanation for all of this."

"I AM NOT CALMING DOWN THIS IS THE THIRD TIME ONE OF YOU ATE MY FOOD!" the first yelled.

"I can't believe you're freaking out over ice cream. WE CAN BUY ANOTHER!" the third objected.

"I don't care about the ice cream, I CARE ABOUT THE PRINCIPLE!" the first cried.

"Wyrm! Screw your principle! I want, an apology," the second growled.

"FOR WHAT!?" the first cried.

"For what?" the second mimicked, "For accusing me!"

"MAN! SCREW YOUR APOLOGY! ONE OF YOU BETTER CONFESS!... or we aren't friends anymore," the first threatened.

"Oh no, not your pointless friendship," the second stated sarcastically, *Input word* friendship!" the second yelled, "People do not accuse me lightly!"

"WHYYYYYYYY!?" the third cried, "I can't believe this! We're going to tear each other apart over a DAIRY PRODUCT!?"

"One of you better tell me what I want to hear..." the first looked over and grabbed the house phone standing on the table, "Or I'm calling the magic council!"

"Your joking. 1 - they're called the police here and 2 - you don't even know the number!!" the third yelled.

"IT'S 199!" the first cried.

"No, it's 911!" the third retorted.

"WELL THERE YOU GO! ONE OF YOU IS A THIEF AND I CAN SEND YOU BOTH TO JAIL!" the first cried.

"Put the phone down," the third sighed holding the bridge of his nose.

"Listen here you newly-hatched parasite of a wyrm," the second growled, "You go call the police because I. Am. Not. Saying. Anything."

"I'M CALLING THEM!" the first yelled dialing the number and holding it to his ear as he stared at the other two Acnologia's.

"911 emergency," the woman on the other end answered - it sounded like Minerva of Sabertooth.

"YES! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY, ONE OF MY FRIENDS IS A BURGERLAR!" the first yelled.

"What did he steal?" Minerva asked intrigued on the other end.

"MY ICE CREAM!!" the first yelled.

Minerva frowned, "Ice cream?" she asked. She looked over to Sting and Rogue who were both listening to the call and trying to control their laughter.

"Ice cream," Sting wheezed wiping away tears of laughter.

"Dear God," Rogue breathed.

"Guys, you both have to act professional!" Doranbolt hissed from the desk over.

"THEY STOLE MY ICE CREAM!" the first cried.

Suddenly the phone line went blank and he could only hear a buzzing.

"They hung up on you," the third observed.

The first looked at the phone and then opened the freezer and stuffed the house phone inside of it, "*INPUT WORD* THE COUNCIL!" he yelled as he slammed the freezer door shut.

"Police," the third corrected.

The first looked at the other two hims and growled, "Oh, we'll settle this!" he grabbed a kitchen knife from the counter and pointed it at the other two.

The second snarled and grabbed the other kitchen knife (much to the third's horror) and pointed it to the first, "You wanna play with the big dragons, little lizard, because I'll tear you up without any regret!"

"PUT THE KNIVES DOWN!" the third ordered, "You are both magical dragons, STABBING EACH OTHER WILL ONLY PISS YOU OFF MORE!"

Then, their other roommate, Anna, walked in and gawked.

"What the hell do you three think you are doing!?" Anna objected running over.

The first looked at Anna, grabbed her and pinned her down on the counter. Then he pointed the knife at her.

"WHO ATE MY ICE CREAM!" the first cried.

"YOU'RE CRAZY!" Anna shrieked.

"What the hell are you doing, THAT'S YOUR OWN MATE!"  the third cried.

"I CAN'T TRUST ANYBODY ANYMORE!" the first cried.

"WHAT!?" the third cried.

"You know what. Screw her. She's not my Anna because my Anna would have whooped your weak little wyrm tail!" the second growled. "I. Don't. Care! I will not confess ANYTHING!" the second roared.

"WHAT!" Anna cried from the counter. "SCREW YOU BOTH YOU FREAKS!"

The second glared at her.

"SCREW ALL OF YOU!" the third roared, "YOU BOTH ARE SPINELESS WYRMS! NOW CALM THE *INPUT WORD* DOWN!"

"SCREW YOU ALLLLLLLLL!" the first cried, "WHO. ATE. MY. COOKIES AND CREAM. ICE CREEAAAAAMMMMM!"

"Cookies and Cream?" the third asked unimpressed. The first and second looked at him, knives at the ready. Anna looked at him trying not to freak out.

"Cookies and Cream... COOKIES AND CREAM! Oh my gosh. COoKiEs ANd FlIPPInG CReAM! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT! OOOOOOOOOH MY GOSH! BY MAVIS AND ZEREF AND THE HORNS ON TYREGENIUM ARE. YOU. BLIND!!!!!! DO YOU NOT HAVE F*CKING EYEBALLS!!!! IT SAYS VANILLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAA!" the third yelled pointing at the ice cream box.

The first looked at the box, released Anna and picked up the container. He read it and slowly began to laugh. He put the knife down and pointed at the container. "Sorry... I took the wrong... one... out... of the.... hehe."

The second held on to his knife while Anna grabbed the knife that the first had put down. The third growled and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket. They stalked towards the first who was nervously laughing. The first backed away slowly and was laughing.

"My bad... my bad," the first squeaked slinking behind the refrigerator and opening the fridge door so he could shield himself with it.

He lived. Barely.

Alright, there was my stroke of brilliance - this is an actual skit and you guys should check it out! It's in this link!

https://youtu.be/f3-h2N_YXWU

No real credit to me - not my idea, I just copied it. I hope you guys liked it!