A/N::...I honestly love you guys. Your kind encouragement and helpful critique sincerly appreaciated! And I'll definitely enjoy continuing on with this story. Koala hugs for all, and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2; Scout's Big Plan

Eight of the nine men sat lazily at the kitchen table, seven sets of eyes were darting towards the Scout with looks of curiosity, annoyance and of course, I-don't-give-two-shits-about-zis -merde.

After Scout had told the Medic of his new-found information and its partnering plan, the Medic's documents magically flung up out of his hands (the magic being Scout purposefully putting his hand underneath the stack and raising his arm up so the papers would go with it) and so the doctor gave up on doing any medical work for the day.

"I hope ya know this is cuttin' into meh scruppeh indulging time boyo." An irritated, sober Demoman growled. Scout rolled his eyes and decided to pull a Soldier; forcefully banging his hands on the table and yelling while doing so.

"Yo guys seriously! This is pretty important! It's da Snipe's birthday, and I think we should celebrate!"

The Engineer, the only one who seemed to have a look of curiosity besides the Heavy (because Heavy is obviously a big dumbass, obviously), smiled at Scout's kindness, "Why Scout, I didn't think ya had it in ya to be so kindhearted to your fellow killer," Scout beamed, "Yeah, I know. I'm way too selfless for my own good," to that Engie rolled his eyes. Way to kill the mood Scout.

"So anyway, I think we should hold a big party for Snipe's, in honour of becoming even older than he already is!"

"Why should we ruin our ceasefire day by celebrating a filthy bushmen's day of birth?" Spy retorted, he was the one with the I-don't-give-two-shits-about-zis-merde expression.

To this, Scout grinned widely, "For the stripper in the cake." Everyone looked over at Scout, none of them expecting that, but really liking the idea. They all looked at one another and nodded in agreement, and so it had been decided; throw Sniper a smashing celebration for the stripper in a cake!

Horny bastards.

The team had decided to separate the tasks among the eight of them; the Medic and the Heavy were in charge of food, the Demoman was in charge of the alcohol (oh lord…), the Pyro and the Scout were in charge of the decorations, the Spy and the Engineer had the life threating task of taking care of the angry dingo before his own surprise party, and the Solider had possibly the best task of them all, get the stripper in the cake. It would be just like a child's birthday party! Only with a stripper, and alcohol, and a group of men who killed people for a living. Oh what fun!

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A/N::

WHY THE SHORT CHAPTER? WHY THE DELAY? WHY THE STRIPPER IN THE CAKE THAT YOU MENTIONED LAST Another's notes? IS IT GOING TO BE YOU? Sadly no, I have a fear that someone might actually start eating the cake...With me in it! D: I'm not even kidding.

First off, I'd like to apologize for the delay. I wanted to get this out on Sunday, but I was way to sleepy after work…I know that's a lame ass excuse, sorries. :3

And I'm sorry for it being so gosh darn short! But that was intentional, I swear! As this was just a prep for…The party prepping! :D

Next chapter; Heavy and Medic cooking up a storm! No really, they'll be making a blizzard! /Bad pun