A/N: Well folks, seeing as I'm a lazy little snot and have nothing better to do, I'm turning this story into prose! That way, it'll be easier for me to describe things, and it'll make the story more enjoyable for everyone! Enjoy!

The Wacky Adventures of Toaster and Co.!

Starring,

Freddy Krueger! (Freddy takes a fancy bow, the fan-girls squeal)

Jason Voorhees! (Jason just stands there blinking but everyone claps anyway)

Charles Lee Ray also known as Chucky! (The audience boos and throws eggs, Chucky swears at the audience and smacked on the head by Toaster)

Pinhead Who-I-Don't-Think-Has-A-Last-Name! (Pinhead dramatically bows to the applauding audience)

Michael Myers! (He just shyly waves to the audience, fan-girls squeal and faint)

Leatherface Who-Does-Have-A-Last-Name-Only-I-Don't-Know-What-It-Is-And-I'm-Too-Lazy-To-Find-Out!! (He waves)

The Creeper Another-Shmoe-Without-A-Last-Name! (Everyone claps, the Creeper just hisses)

Aaaaaaaaaand Space Toaster! (Toaster curtsies and waves, blowing kisses to the audience)

Toaster: Boys! The disclaimer!

Freddy: Toaster does not own any of the movies we're in!

Pinhead: And she definitely doesn't own us!

Chucky: And she doesn't really hang out with us! (Obviously)

Toaster: On with the show!

The story begins in a house. Eight figures, seven men, and a fourteen year-old girl to be exact, occupied the living room. Freddy Krueger was seating on the two-person couch, his legs rudely draped over the other cushion. Jason Voorhees sat in the armchair, surprisingly it held up his hulking frame. The three on the bigger couch were Pinhead, Michael Myers, and Leatherface. The Creeper sat on a chair he'd nicked from the kitchen, and Chucky leaned against the couch. Lying on the floor on her back was the pigtailed heroine/protagonist/nuisance Space Toaster. (Or just Toaster for short) She jiggled her right foot, a thing she often did when she was bored in school. After a long silence, she finally spoke.

"Are you guys as bored as I am?" She asked, turning her head to look at the various horror villains she called her friends. Jason nodded, Freddy shrugged. Toaster looked at Chucky. A grin spread across her face, giving everyone a view of her braces. Chucky didn't look happy.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked, starting to back away. Toaster rolled over onto her stomach and leaned on her elbows. Her eyes flashed behind her blue sunglasses.

"Has anyone told you that you would make an excellent football?" She asked, her eyebrows rising and her grin widening. Chucky's plastic eyes widened until you'd think they'd pop out of his head. Before he could run, Toaster grabbed him by the head, got up, and booted him like a football. The killer doll went flying only to land in Pinhead's lap.

"Creeper!" He said, standing up. "Go long!" The winged monster ran a little bit and caught the doll. He lobbed the 'Chuckyball' at Freddy, who caught it and motioned for Michael to come over.

"Say Michael, I'll hold Chucky and you come running up and kick him!" Freddy said, a mischievous grin on his burnt fact. Michael didn't say anything, but he could he would have said. "I'm going to kick him to the moon!"

Michael went running, and Freddy pulled Chucky away a la Charlie Brown. He ended up kicking air, and Michael fell flat on his back with a scream of "ARGH!" Freddy looked quite proud of himself.

"I've always wanted to do that." He said, tossing Chucky (Who was now shrieking his head off) to Jason. Jason rolled him into a ball and started dribbling him despite Chucky's scream of "PUT ME DOWN, LUMPY!!!"

Leatherface jumped up and down, waving his arms. "Hey Voorhees, I'm open!" Jason passed Chucky to Leatherface, who dribbled him through the kitchen, into the bathroom and slam-dunked him in the toilet. Everyone (with the exception of Chucky) gave a shout of "HURRAH!" and dog-piled on Leatherface, despite the fact they were acting very out of character. (Hey, this story isn't supposed to make sense, it's just to make you laugh!)

"I've got to hand it to you, Chuckster. You're not as useless as you look!" Toaster giggled as she fished the drenched doll out of the toilet and gave him a towel. Chucky glared at her.

"Chuckster?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Toaster just smiled and shrugged. She whirled around to face the others.

"Say! Who's up for drawing on the walls?!" She asked. Everyone raised his (and her) hand. Toaster got out some markers and the fun began!

"Jason, would you stand against the wall for me?" Toaster asked, holding a black crayon. He looked at her like she was nuts. Well, nuttier then she already was. "Ple-e-e-e-ease?" She asked, batting her eyelashes at him. Jason shrugged and did what she asked. She traced his outline onto the wall and stood back.

"Okay, you can move." She said, admiring her handiwork. She stood on a chair and drew bullet holes on the outline's forehead. "Look! It's one of those outlines you see on police shows!"

Pinhead chuckled. "Now you stand against the wall." He instructed, "I want to trace you."

"'Kay!" Toaster stood against the wall and let him draw around her. He added a knife sticking through her head and a mad face. Meanwhile, Freddy traced Chucky and drew claw marks on him.

"Not too bad if I say so myself." He said, standing back.

"That looks like a two year-old did it." Toaster said, deciding to be flat out honest. Freddy whirled around and tapped his claws together.

"What was that, Toaster dear?" He asked in a singsong voice. Toaster gulped and gave a nervous grin.

"Er, I mean it looks LOVELY." She said, even though she was lying through her teeth. Freddy grinned and went back to drawing. Toaster looked over at Jason who had just traced Michael. For some reason, there were holes drawn in his chest. Michael wrote on a slate: "What are those?" Jason wrote on his own slate: "You got blasted with a ray gun"

Chucky raised an eyebrow as he traced the Creeper. "Where did they find the slates?" Leatherface just shrugged and continued to trace Freddy.

Toaster now sat watching Michael trace Pinhead. "Wow Michael, you're a good artist!" Michael smiled (although it wasn't visible behind his mask) and patted Toaster on the head.

"I'm not a dog." Toaster huffed, even though she thought Michael giving out head-pats was adorable. She started to watch the Creeper trace Leatherface, but then she heard a car approaching. Her eyes widened with panic.

"Oh cheese whiz it's my mom!! She'll have a hissy fit when she sees this!" Toaster squeaked. "Quick! Hide your outline!"

After a mad scramble, everyone had pressed his and her backs against the wall, hiding the outline from view. Toaster's mother ambled into the room and looked absolutely befuddled.

"What ARE you doing?" She asked. The eight looked at each for a minute before Chucky spoke up.

"Meditating." He answered, looking at Toaster. He gave her the 'play along' look. She nodded.

"Take a deep breath, and you are one with the wall." She said, imitating Denise Austin's annoying breathy voice.

"Ooooom!" The other seven said. Toaster's mom looked even more confused.

"Er, all right. Have fun." She said, then exited the room and left to go grocery shopping. The eight let out a great sigh of relief. Toaster moved from her outline and started calling out orders.

"Okay, Freddy get some sponges and Leatherface, the soap! We've got to clean this up or my mummy will have my head!" She ran to get some buckets.

While cleaning, Chucky decided that was the time to cause trouble.

"Hey, Toaster?" He asked, trying to sound innocent. She turned her pigtailed head to look at him.

"You rang-" SPLAT! She took a sponge to the face. Chucky rolled over on the floor, laughing his head off Toaster growled and pulled a large frying pan from the pocket of her Hammerspace pants. It was her favorite weapon, the Frying Pan of Doom. (Or FPOD for short)

"Chucky," She said, "You just earned yourself a date with Senorita Frying Pan!" Then she lunged forward, chasing Chucky out of the room. She grabbed him by the hair and picked him up. She dragged him outside and shouted for the others to come out.

She lobbed Chucky right into the hands of Leatherface with a scream of "CHUCKYBALL!!!" Leatherface used him for a hackey-sack for a while, whirled around and tossed him to Creeper, who surprisingly put him down.

"Thanks buddy- Chucky started, but then the Creeper pulled a golf club from his coat.

THWACK!!

"FORE!!!!" Creeper shouted. "TRAITOR!!" Chucky screamed as he went sailing through the air. Freddy caught Chucky and held him down on the ground again. He gestured for Michael to come over.

"C'mon and kick it Mike! I won't pull it away!" He said, even though you could tell he was lying through his rotted teeth.

(This time I WILL kick it!) Michael 'said' as he ran forward. But alas, Freddy pulled the ball away AGAIN and poor Michael fell on his back.

Laughing like the madman he was, Freddy threw Chucky to Pinhead. Pinhead threw Chucky up into the air, and when he fell back down, Pinhead hit him with a bat. The poor, battered doll went flying, right through the neighbor's window.

The infamous maniac/preacher/midget boy Isaac Chroner strutted out of the house with some of his followers behind him. For some reason, he was wearing a frilly pink apron. Leatherface stifled a laugh.

"What's with the apron?!" He asked, biting his knuckle to get from laughing. Isaac's face turned even pinker than the apron.

"I was, uh, washing the dishes." He said, although most of the group bet he was lying. "Anyway, keep your pathetic and tacky friends out of my house, Space Toaster!" He said, holding Chucky up between his thumb and forefinger. Toaster glared at him.

"It's not MY fault! Pinhead hit him with the bat!" She said, hands on her hips.

"Uh, there's no proof of that." Pinhead lied, the bat concealed behind his back. Toaster grabbed him by the ear. She twisted it.

"Shut up and apologize to Chroner." She hissed. Pinhead winced as she twisted his ear even harder.

"I'm sorry." Pinhead said, hoping no one noticed he had his fingers crossed behind his back. Isaac gave a girly 'Humph!' and tossed the doll at Toaster.

"Next time, watch where you throw him or I'll sic He Who Walks Behind The Rows™ on you!" He said, his followers letting out an obnoxious "Yeeeeeah!" Then they flounced away towards their house.

"Nice apron!" Freddy yelled after Isaac. "You look like a prissy fruit-cup!"

Isaac whirled around and yelled back. "I happen to like it, thank-you-very-much!"

Toaster laughed and starting singing, "Isaac is a prissy-boy! Isaac is a prissy-boy!"

Isaac angrily shrieked and ran at Toaster with a butcher knife. She yelped and hid behind Jason's massive frame. He held up his machete, with made the butcher knife look like a letter opener. Isaac gave a girly scream and bolted towards his house, his followers looking on in embarrassment. The eight laughed and jeered and some slapped high-fives. Toaster jumped up and stood in front of the group.

"Say! Who's up for a Slurpee?" She asked, pushing her sunglasses up her nose.

"I'm game!" Chucky said, raising his hand. Freddy nodded. "Same here."

Toaster grinned. "Then let's go! I'm driving!" She bolted off towards the black van they used to get around. The seven guys blinked.

"But you're only fourteen!" Pinhead pointed out. Toaster shrugged with a smile on her face.

"That's what makes it interesting, now get in!" She said, climbing into the driver's seat. After Pinhead and Freddy argued over who got the front seat, (Freddy won) then Toaster pulled out of the driveway, and drove off to the 711.