Author's Note: Yay! We're back again with even more surprises and longer and even more plentiful chapters!

Batista, Christian, Chris Benoit, Chris Jericho, Eddie Guerrero, Edge, JBL, John Cena, Rey Mysterio, and "Stone Cold" Steve Austin sat in Vince McMahon's office impatiently along with Eric Bischoff and Teddy Long.

Vince, as you may know, turned these ten superstars into kids and frazzled the general managers in order to entertain himself. No one besides Vince knew what went up after everything returned to normal. Except…

Mrs. Vincent K. McMahon.

Linda was so disappointed in her husband. How could he torture his helpless staff and not invite the family?

So, she forced him to make it up to them.

Vince stood from his desk and sighed.

"As you know, you superstars went through a dramatic change last week…"

"Well, it wasn't REALLY dramatic…" Eric started.

Vince banged his fist on his desk, and then shook it, realizing that this hurt. "ERIC! How dare you interrupt me! Anyone else who interrupts me is off the trip! I will not tolerate this kind of respect!"

"Well, what kind of disrespect will you tolerate?" JBL foolishly asked.

Vince slammed his fist again, and then shook it off. "I warned you! JBL, YOU'RE FIRED!" he yelled.

"Off the trip." Teddy reminded him.

"Well, that!" Vince corrected, glaring at Teddy.

So, sadly, the "wrestling god" left the room.

"Anyway, to answer the question most likely on your mind, I'm talking about a trip on the cruise ship I just bought." He announced, proudly.

The employees looked at each other. They knew what Vince was talking about. Hell, he'd been talking about it all week.

"Now that JBL's gone, I'll have to find someone else…"

"Well, you'll have to count me out, too." Benoit said, getting up. "A vacation sounds great, but I'll miss No Way Out and my match with Booker T."

"Yeah, I'll have to pass also, Vincester. Ya know, if I go, Mark Henry'll think that I'm backing down. Sorry." Batista agreed, standing up.

The two walked out. Vince raised an eyebrow.

"Anyone else?" he offered.

Reluctantly, Rey stood.

"Sorry, man, but Dominick's gotta parent-teacher conference and my wife needs me to go. Seems a certain someone"-he glared at Eddie, who looked the opposite way- "convinced my son that if someone's messing with him, he should take them out. Dominick beat a sixth grader up and Frog Splashed him from the playground slide, proclaiming, 'I'm your papi!' and stealing the boy's watch!"

Everyone looked at Eddie.

Eddie looked at them innocently and lied, "What? I have absolutely no idea how he learned that, ese!"

Everyone sighed as Rey left.

"That's all? Alright, I'll find four people and the rest of you; pack your bags because we leave in two days."