AN: Just a fore-warning : I hate the ending. I wrote most of this drabble in like 5-7 minutes. The ending took me the better part of 20 minutes. So, yes, I do realize it's not great, but I tried. :P

Word: Disorder

The tank gang had always had problems. It wasn't until they got into the real world however, that they realized how severe these disorders really were.

"Flo? Where are you? I don't like hide and seek! FLOOOOOOO? HAS ANYBODY SEEN FLO?" A very upset Deb worried.

"LOOK AT THIS! I will bet you, that nobody has ever even THOUGHT about cleaning this rock! It's filthy! JACQUE!" Gurgles freaked as Jacque came and started to disinfect the rock on which they were both staring.

"Bubbles? Bubbles. Bubbles. Bubbles. Bubbles? No bubbles." A very sad Bubbles sighed over the lack of his favorite thing.

"You guys have to pull yourself together! We're in the real world now, which is what we always wanted. Forget about all of your little disorders for just a few minutes and try to enjoy it! " Gil tried to motivate his 'friends'.

"Yeah, Gil? That's great, but Bloat isn't deflating, and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to move." Peach said as she floated downward.

The still inflated Bloat looked at her and nodded. "Disorders, indeed."