Rock and Roll All Nite
Fez sighed, and sat in Eric's Basement. Forman was out with Donna, Hyde had taken his, and Forman's, allowance to replenish his stash, Kelso, Who'd somehow actually managed to patch things up with Jackie, had taken her to NYC to buy clothes. The little foreigner smiled. Kelso was such an idiot. "Well, He'll blow it again. I'll get my chance with Jackie." After a while, he noticed a weird shape in the corner. "Oh No! Is the monkey-goddess after me?" Fez panicked. "Oh. My mistake. It is only Eric's new guitar." He grinned. Unbeknownst to Kelso, The one he'd pissed Forman off to the point of it's demise was only worth 5 bucks. This new one was 400 bucks.
Fez shook his head and picked up the Black Fender Stratocaster, with its white pickguard. He sat down and plugged it in, keeping the volume low, in case Red came home. He began to play, the notes and chords flying off his fingertips. Pretty soon, The guitar screamed, and Fez didn't notice Hyde's entrance. "Wow, man. For a weird little man, you're pretty cool." Hyde Said. "Ahhhh!" Fez jumped up. Oh. Silly me. It is only you my friend." "No kidding. You should play somewhere, You could end up being a Bigger Zit on society's ass than Gene Simmons." Fez daydreamed.
After the waviness disappeared, Fez saw himself on stage, playing his own Strat, With Hyde spitting blood all over himself, his bass, and of course the audience. He saw himself screaming into the mike, with people from all over coming to see him, even people from his beautiful country of-- *Poof* "Hey man, you wanna go for it? I've got my bass and all, and we can fool Kelso into drumming for us. Can you really give me one good reason why we shouldn't?" "Um, err...Well, I...hmm...I have stage fright?" "Wuss." All right. You were warned, now give me that...pause You've turned me into a pothead, Hyde!"
A few days later, The usual gang of idiots, minus Kelso and Jackie, Were waiting impatiently in the basement. Hyde was sitting reading a MAD mag, Eric was playing his guitar, and Fez was pacing back and forth. He stubbed his toe on the corner of a table "Ah, PAPPAPISSU"pronounced papa-pea-shoe, really quick he yelped. "What the hell?" The other three mouthed silently to each other. "Eeech! Oooch! Papa..pi..ssu!" Fez grumbled as he hopped to a chair.
"Fez, What the hell does...pappapissu...mean?" Donna asked. "Huh?? Oh, pappapissu is a term that the indigenous natives used for many purposes. It is a very popular phrase, and even has a thornbush named after it, the Pappapissu Plant. It comes from a native word meaning 'Youch!'**" "Cool, whatever" The gang said drearily. After a few more minutes of agonizing wait, Jackie burst into the door, followed by an extremely distressed-looking Kelso. "Michael, you are so stupid." "You noticed?" Hyde cracked without looking up from his magazine. "Shut up, Hyde. He's so annoying!" She was cut off by Hyde, "Paybacks are a bitch, eh Jackie?" "ANYWAY, like I was saying, He complained the whole way home that he'd have to find a way to pay back all the money he borrowed." "Yeah, man." Kelso seriously said, "I've got to find a way to pay back the green I borrowed, or else I'll get my ass kicked." Donna spoke up, "Gee, Kelso, I don't know, but maybe you could....Get a JOB?" A look of absolute horror came over his face. "Isn't that a little bit harsh?" Everyone shook their heads. "Kelso, man, have we got a deal for you! Money, friends, music, babes, bong, anything you could ask for. If you only join our band as our drummer, but you probably--" "I'll do it!" Kelso shrieked. "OHHHH MICHAEL!" Jackie screeched, and latched onto him. He just smiled, thankful that she wasn't bitching for once.
To be Continued......
Fez sighed, and sat in Eric's Basement. Forman was out with Donna, Hyde had taken his, and Forman's, allowance to replenish his stash, Kelso, Who'd somehow actually managed to patch things up with Jackie, had taken her to NYC to buy clothes. The little foreigner smiled. Kelso was such an idiot. "Well, He'll blow it again. I'll get my chance with Jackie." After a while, he noticed a weird shape in the corner. "Oh No! Is the monkey-goddess after me?" Fez panicked. "Oh. My mistake. It is only Eric's new guitar." He grinned. Unbeknownst to Kelso, The one he'd pissed Forman off to the point of it's demise was only worth 5 bucks. This new one was 400 bucks.
Fez shook his head and picked up the Black Fender Stratocaster, with its white pickguard. He sat down and plugged it in, keeping the volume low, in case Red came home. He began to play, the notes and chords flying off his fingertips. Pretty soon, The guitar screamed, and Fez didn't notice Hyde's entrance. "Wow, man. For a weird little man, you're pretty cool." Hyde Said. "Ahhhh!" Fez jumped up. Oh. Silly me. It is only you my friend." "No kidding. You should play somewhere, You could end up being a Bigger Zit on society's ass than Gene Simmons." Fez daydreamed.
After the waviness disappeared, Fez saw himself on stage, playing his own Strat, With Hyde spitting blood all over himself, his bass, and of course the audience. He saw himself screaming into the mike, with people from all over coming to see him, even people from his beautiful country of-- *Poof* "Hey man, you wanna go for it? I've got my bass and all, and we can fool Kelso into drumming for us. Can you really give me one good reason why we shouldn't?" "Um, err...Well, I...hmm...I have stage fright?" "Wuss." All right. You were warned, now give me that...pause You've turned me into a pothead, Hyde!"
A few days later, The usual gang of idiots, minus Kelso and Jackie, Were waiting impatiently in the basement. Hyde was sitting reading a MAD mag, Eric was playing his guitar, and Fez was pacing back and forth. He stubbed his toe on the corner of a table "Ah, PAPPAPISSU"pronounced papa-pea-shoe, really quick he yelped. "What the hell?" The other three mouthed silently to each other. "Eeech! Oooch! Papa..pi..ssu!" Fez grumbled as he hopped to a chair.
"Fez, What the hell does...pappapissu...mean?" Donna asked. "Huh?? Oh, pappapissu is a term that the indigenous natives used for many purposes. It is a very popular phrase, and even has a thornbush named after it, the Pappapissu Plant. It comes from a native word meaning 'Youch!'**" "Cool, whatever" The gang said drearily. After a few more minutes of agonizing wait, Jackie burst into the door, followed by an extremely distressed-looking Kelso. "Michael, you are so stupid." "You noticed?" Hyde cracked without looking up from his magazine. "Shut up, Hyde. He's so annoying!" She was cut off by Hyde, "Paybacks are a bitch, eh Jackie?" "ANYWAY, like I was saying, He complained the whole way home that he'd have to find a way to pay back all the money he borrowed." "Yeah, man." Kelso seriously said, "I've got to find a way to pay back the green I borrowed, or else I'll get my ass kicked." Donna spoke up, "Gee, Kelso, I don't know, but maybe you could....Get a JOB?" A look of absolute horror came over his face. "Isn't that a little bit harsh?" Everyone shook their heads. "Kelso, man, have we got a deal for you! Money, friends, music, babes, bong, anything you could ask for. If you only join our band as our drummer, but you probably--" "I'll do it!" Kelso shrieked. "OHHHH MICHAEL!" Jackie screeched, and latched onto him. He just smiled, thankful that she wasn't bitching for once.
To be Continued......