AN: Trust me, the story will get better.

Every few months, the McMahons decide to have dinner together without cell phones, laptops, Blackberrys, pagers, beepers, or anything else that could disturb dinner.

Tonight, the McMahons, Triple H, and Marissa were silently enjoying soup and McDonald's ice tea.

The McMahons never talk during dinner. It's a fire hazard.

That's why Vince was surprised to hear his name come from the other end of the table.

"Vince? Vince?"

He looked up. "Yes, dear?"

"Do you remember what happens in two weeks?" she asked.

Shane nudge Marissa. "Watch this."

Stephanie nudged Triple H. "Watch this."

Vince panicked. "Um… um… Shane's birthday?"

Linda looked annoyed. "No. This is more important than Shane's birthday. Sorry, son."

Shane was shocked. It was bad enough that his father never remembered his birthday, but managed to remember his, Linda's, Stephanie's, Marissa's, and the entire WWE roster's. Now, it wasn't even important.

All his life, Stephanie received the very best for her birthday while Shane got a pen or a paper clip, or whatever was in Vince's pocket that day. He kept praying that one day it would be a contract to sell the WWE, but it never was. This is why Shane always looked bitter and depressed.

Vince threw up his hands. "I don't know! What is it?"

Linda sighed impatiently. "It's our anniversary."

"THAT'S MORE IMPORTANT THAN MY BIRTHDAY?" Shane exclaimed.

Triple H and Stephanie snickered as Marissa tried to calm her husband down, though they both knew that he would be traumatized for life.

Ignoring his only son, Vince protested, "But I've remembered our last three anniversaries! I should be able to skip this one!"

Linda frowned and a dark cloud formed around her eyebrows.

Vince rolled his eyes. "Oh God, not this again. Linda, if you keep doing that, I swear that one day, you're gonna be like that permanently and people'll say, 'That must be Vince's wife. So monstrous.'"

Her expression didn't change as she said, "Vincent Kennedy McMahon Jr., if you don't give me an anniversary gift, I'll tell the superstars we love them!"

Vince, Shane, and Steph said, "Ewwww!" and stuck their tongues out.

Triple H got confused. "You don't?"

Vince shook his head. "All right, I'll do it.

The Next Day

Lita, Rob Van Dam, John Cena, Randy Orton, and Mr. Kennedy stood in their boss's office afraid because he was laughing.

Lita was afraid that he was laughing because he could read thoughts and was laughing at her inner, most personal thoughts.

Rob was afraid he was laughing at his eyes.

John was afraid he was laughing because he was bored again and was thinking of what he'd do to them.

Randy was afraid because he knew what Vince had done to John.

Mr. Kennedy was afraid because he thought Vince was laughing at his hair.

Vinnie Mac called five superstars into his office with a message.

"I have a special mission for you superstars. I need you to go to Canada so that you can get me, er my wife Bret 'Hitman' Hart's jacket. In order to do that, you've got to penetrate Bret's super- lockdown compound. Now, in order to do THAT, you have to collect an assortment of items including taking a job at Wal-Mart and keeping the vest, donating blood, paint a nice picture, and get a quick wedding in Las Vegas. Alright."

The wrestlers did not like this because they appreciated Bret. He was cool.

That's when Vince told John Cena, "If you don't do this, you must lose your title to EDGE."

That didn't fly with John, so he quickly agreed to do it and for some reason the rest agreed too.