Hey y'all! So this is a new story where the gang's on a talk show, well, venting. Maybe they'll even share some of their deepest, darkest secrets with y'all *winks* So, enjoy! And please review; it helps me know if you guys want an update ;)
Disclaimer: Own none of The Outsiders.
Warning: Extremely stupid! XD
Just Gotta Vent
Murtha: Hello, everybody! Welcome to the 'Murtha Van Bertha Show'! I'm your host, Murtha Van Bertha and joining me today is the Curtis gang! Hi, boys.
Two-Bit: Boys? Shoot, we're men!
Darry: I beg to differ…
Dally: *rolls eyes* Well, quit beggin' 'cause it ain't gettin' you anywhere.
Darry: Whoa, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the trash can.
Dally: *cocks an eyebrow* You mean your house?
Darry: *stuttering* Uh…uh…heh heh. My house IS NOT a trash can, Dallas!
Dally: The first step to fixin' a problem is admittin' you have one.
Darry: *gives an angry glare* Take a bath, greaser.
Dally: I took a shower this mornin'. And what's your excuse?
Darry: I…I washed my hair last night.
Dally: Oh, you mean when you were done dyein' your roots?
Murtha: Darry, you dye your hair…?
Darry: Well, no…I mean, not exactly. Sometimes I touch up the color to make it a little lighter…
Ponyboy: Oh my gosh.
Darry: What? Is it not normal for a man to take pride in his hair color?
Dally: *bluntly* No.
Darry: Did I ask your opinion?
Dally: No, but I was gonna share it anyway.
Darry: Well, what do you have to worry about? Your hair is so naturally light you don't have to even consider the idea!
Dally: Is…is that jealousy I hear? *tosses his head*
Murtha: Darry, you can tell the truth. We're all friends here.
Darry: *explodes* YES! Yes, I'm jealous! I've been jealous of your hair since I met you! Happy?
*Dally's speechless, while the rest of the gang snickers*
Murtha: Okay, well this seems to be a touchy subject for Darry. I'm going to ask you boys some questions now. I know I'm going to regret asking, but…is Darry a good cook?
Dally: *scoffs* Are you kidding me? Big, fat N-O!
Ponyboy: I personally like the chicken he makes. Y'know, when I don't get stomach cramps after eating it.
Dally: The worst is the slimy corn. I mean, it goes through you like a slip-'n-slide.
Johnny: Sorry, Darry, but it's the truth.
Darry: Well, I'd like to see you cook better!
Johnny: Dally made me a sandwich once.
Everybody except Dally and Johnny: And…?
Johnny: *smiles at Dally* It was real good.
Darry: *groans* Ohhhhhh…
Dally: Check and mate! Strike two for Darry!
Murtha: Well, let's move on, shall we? Whose birthday was the most recent?
Dally: ME!
Murtha: And how did that go?
Ponyboy: Eh…
Dally: Awful.
Darry: Holy heck, are you kiddin' me? I made you a cake and everythin'!
Soda: He made vanilla cake with natural banana extract. I mean, what?
Dally: Yeah, and I'm allergic to bananas!
Murtha: No way!
Johnny: Yeah, and he had a real bad allergic reaction. Like, his cheeks were all puffy.
Soda: He looked like a chipmunk.
Dally: *glares at Darry* And whose fault was that?
Darry: Okay, okay, I'm sorry! The kid's allergic to so many things! How am I supposed to keep track of what I make him?
Johnny: Darry, it's just bananas…
Darry: *reddens* Now I'm embarrassed…
Murtha: Well, boys, I've always wanted to know how Darry reacts to large bugs. Care to share?
Dally: Happy to. He screams like a baby. 'Nuff said.
Darry: I do not scream! I…raise my voice…
Dally: An octave higher than usual?
Pony: Yeah, and usually I'm doin' my homework and he screams down for me to kill it!
Soda: And there never seems to be anythin' layin' around to get it with.
Pony: So he tells me to use his tighty-whities!
Dally: Now, why would nothin' be layin' around but Darry's underwear?
Ponyboy: That's a question that keeps me up all night…my mind spinning…
Murtha: Thank you, boys. And we'll be back right after this break!