"Oh shoot!" Brendon shouted as he dropped his suitcase handle. "I almost forgot to pack the powdered milk!"

Ryan groaned. "Aw, Brendon, you know I hate the Insta-Milk. It smells weird and sometimes it gets clumpy and that makes it painfu-"

"Okay, okay! That's enough!" Brendon shouted over him, trying to block out the gruesome image. "You know we can't pack three gallons of milk in a suitcase! It wouldn't fit and our luggage would be too heavy."

Ryan frowned, watching Brendon hurry back into the kitchen to retrieve the Insta-Milk. He shuddered, thinking of the few times they've had to resort to it.

"2%? Seriously Brendon? I told you to get skim! 2% is way too... thick. It's too viscous! We've been over this!"

Brendon stuffed the powdered milk container into his overflowing suitcase. He gently put a finger to Ryan's lips to shush him. "Let's not focus on that right now. Let's just be excited about this amazing honeymoon cruise we are going on!"

Ryan smiled, remembering how long they had been waiting for this trip. Most people go on a honeymoon right after their wedding. That's what they had planned to do, only the crappy company that ran the cruise line cancelled the trip twice in the past four months. Sure they were a little late, but the day had finally come. Brendon grabbed his keys and Ryan's hand and the duo headed for their car.

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Meanwhile, at Fall Out Boy Mansion
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"Okay seriously guys. Where the hell is Andy?"

"Good question. He texted me, 'be there in ten' half a hour ago. I think he's getting another tattoo." Joe said, sighing.

"Another? How? Where on that man's body does he have space for yet another tattoo?"

"Who knows."

Of all four guys, Andy had the most tattoos. Of was quite obvious to anybody who looked at them. Andy had an addiction. For him, there was no such thing as too many tattoos. The owners of the sketchy little tattoo shop he goes to know him by name. Two years ago Patrick and Joe forced him into therapy but he was kicked out after three weeks for "disorderly behavior" and throwing a cup of water at the therapist's face. Patrick and Joe even tried getting him into rehab. That didn't work either.

Suddenly, a loud crash filled the awkward silence. A car horn honked loudly before the car alarm set off, blasting loud and painful shrieks in the air. Pete, Patrick, and Joe ran downstairs to the garage to see what the problem was. They were greeted by the angry noise of the car alarm and the sight of the entire garage door caved in. Andy looked sheepishly over the steering wheel.

"Uh. Hey guys." He said quietly.

All four boys looked at each other in shock.

"Again, Andy? This is the fifth time this has happened! This month! I already told you, you have to open the garage door before you try to come in. You don't need a diploma to figure that one out." Pete said, shaking his head. "Oh whatever, just come inside, we were supposed to have a meeting thirty minutes ago."

After gathering around the coffee table, Pete pulled up a YouTube page on his phone. It was the video for their latest single, Young And Menace.

"Alright, so we all know about this cruise we're leaving for tonight, right?" Pete paused to make sure everyone was following. "The goal is to work on changing ourselves up. It's pretty clear that our oasis of music ideas has run dry and we need some new inspiration. You've seen the public's opinion of Young And Menace. You've seen the dislikes. You've seen the hateful comments."

Joe started to tear up, remembering the one comment where somebody misspelled his name as "hoe". A YouTube user had typed, "OMG LOOK AT HOE AT 2:25. HE'S PEEKIN' OUT" None of the members of Fall Out Boy knew what "peekin' out" meant which made the situation even more upsetting for Hoe. I mean Joe.

Patrick scooted over to him and patted his knee while whispering in his ear, "Hey hey, buddy it's okay. The H and the J are right next to each other on the keyboard, it's an easy slip."

"It's okay Joe. See? We need a break from our fans. We need to go on this getaway to work on our music. We are slowly transforming into a pop band and I think some time away from L.A. can change that. So hopefully everyone is all packed. Now we gotta call that garage guy to fix our door..."

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3:00 P.M. At the dock
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"Wow. I, uh, didn't think the boat would be this small..." Patrick said quietly.

"Are you kidding? This is huge!" Brendon said, jumping up and down like the four year old he really was.

Frank studied the boat. "Well, considering I am currently living in a cardboard box in Gerard's basement, this is pretty damn nice."

The soon-to-be-passengers talked amongst each other, trying to determine whether or not their cruise ship was large or not. Some of them had met before in the past but none of them were great friends.

Brendon walked around introducing himself to various people. He approached Joe. "Hi, I'm Pete Wentz from My Chemical Romance." He then giggled hysterically to himself.

"Oh um, hello there... other Pete Wentz..."

"Nah, I'm fooling ya. I'm Brendon Urie. Urie. Not urine."

"Well I'm Joe. Trohman. Not Hoe. Joe uh, Trohman. Nice to meet you."

"Well this conversation is getting boring so I'm gonna leave now. Okay? Bye!" Brendon said as he dashed off to meet other people.

All three groups were very poor at the moment. And by poor I mean severely financially unstable. Brendon and Ryan had spent all their money when they decided to drain their in ground swimming pool and fill it with 33,000 gallons of organic skim milk. At two dollars a gallon at their local Market Basket, they spent a total of $66,000. But milk spoils in the hot sun, obviously, so they had to refill it the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that. And the day after that. And the day after that. Before they knew it, they had gone through their entire life savings worth in gallons of milk.

The members of Fall Out Boy blew all their money during the recording of their song Young And Menace. They hired Gabe Saporta to sing the chorus, you know, the part where it gets all high pitched and edited. They had to buy hundreds of helium balloons to keep his voice high pitched throughout the entire session. But that wasn't the main reason they became broke. Gabe got helium poisoning and he passed out. Minutes later, before the ambulances could arrive, his lungs exploded. He was rushed to the hospital. Pete and Patrick helped the surgeon remove Gabe's exploded lungs (they are very experienced at removing lungs). The surgeon was able to patch 'em back up and with a polite thanks to Pete and Patrick, Gabe was all set to go. However, his hospital bill was through the roof and since it was all of Fall Out Boy's fault, they offered to pay. They are currently facing possible eviction from their mansion.

The boys of My Chemical Romance weren't too poor. Well, except Frank who was living in a cardboard box in Gerard Way's basement.

Mikey was especially on the poor side. He met some creepy guy on the streets one day who said he worked for a unicorn research company. Mikey, who loves unicorns, was willing to give up 3/4 of his bank account to the man to continue his research. He emailed the guy his credit card number and later found out he was bankrupt. As of today, Mikey only got half of it back.

My Chemical Romance thought it would be a great idea to get away from the stress of the city by going on this trip. They also wanted to get together and spend some time together to discuss their band getting back together.

Considering everyone's financial situation, the three groups wanted a discount cruise, needless to say. T&J's Cruise Compamy seemed like a great company to purchase tickets from. At only $10 a pop, it sounded too good to be true.







And it was.






Here's a lesson kids: if you find cruise ship tickets for $10 online, run. Just run. Run as fast as you can. Something is terribly wrong with that cruise company.

The group watched as a man with brown hair styled in a small quiff walked toward them. He appeared to be the captain.

"Hi! My name is Tyler!" He said. Then, his face turned furious and he ran away muttering to himself.