~Hello! I am Flash6004. Some of you may know me… mostly not. Call me Flash. I'm random and crazy.~

"Thank you, Phil. Now its time for…" a tabby was saying, dressed like Dr. Phil- "DR. BORING!"

Dr. Boring turned and sat in his chair. "Today," he said in his boring voice, "We will be talking to… Leafpool."

Suddenly, instead of Leafpool, a flame-colored she-cat with a white underbelly walked in. She had a white T-Shirt on, cute black short-shorts, black boots. A dark blue-and-silver cap on that said: "FLASHHEART" on it in bright gold letters. Her blue eyes sparkled.

"Hey!" she said. The crowd clapped, confused for a few moments.

"I'm Flashheart, Dr. Boring," she announced and sat down in the chair.

Dr. Boring, confused, nodded and said, "Now, today, we are going to send in some people that could trigger your nervous system. Do you understand?"

Flashheart, seeing just how many matches she had in her pockets, turned and said, "What?"

"Ok. Now, please welcome Nightcloud," Dr. Boring groaned.

Once again, instead of Nightcloud, a light brown tabby she-cat walked in. She had a striped black-and-green hoodie on, with jeans. One of her ears were ripped.

"Hi!" she squealed. "I'm Owlstrike!"

Flashheart turned and glanced at Dr. Boring. Why is my best friend here?

Owlstrike sat down.

Dr. Boring yelled in his boring voice: "WHO IS LETTING THESE COMPLETE STRANGERS IN!"

A dark gray tom, dressed in a black shirt with dark jeans, poked his head out of the curtain. He had headphones on, and was kinda muscular. He had two black stripes on each of his legs. "Sorry, boss! My old roommates from Warrior High begged to come in," he said.

"Twilightfur? OMSC! YOU WORK HERE!" squealed Owlstrike.

Twilightfur nodded and then said, "Yeah, Darkbird does, too."

As though summoned, Darkbird walked out of the curtain. He was a black tabby tom with dark forest-green eyes. He had a Abercrombie-and-Fitch red T-Shirt on, with some jeans. He was listening to his iPod. "Hey!" he said.

Dr. Boring turned and said, "We'll be right back."

As Dr. Boring walked away, Flashheart said, "Wait, dude!"

He turned. "Uh, yeah-" she kicked Owlstrike. Owlstrike perked up and said, "Um… me and Flashheart kinda sorta have no way of getting back to our Clan… so… Can we please have a job here?"

Dr. Boring said, "NO."

"Well," spat Flashheart, "Wait until my brothers come and save me."

Dr. Boring took a sip of coffee randomly floating in the air and said, "Oh, really?"

"Yes, really. And I can summon them!" She said. Then she started screaming at the top of her lungs: "DEMONHEART! LIONSTAR!"

Silence.

At Flashheart's Clan…

"Lionstar! I think Flashheart is trying to summon us," Demonheart said. Lionstar looked down at him and said, "Ugh, again?"

"Dude, she needs to grow up," Lionstar said.

Demonheart sighed, "It seems we agree. So we do nothing and tell mom she was eaten by bears?"

"Ok."

At the studio once more…

"That's it?" Dr. Boring asked.

Flashheart said, "Please get us a job! I'll do anything except manual labor!"

Dr. Boring took a sip of coffee again and said, "Fine. You can…"

His gaze trailed off to where one of his co-stars, Jayfeather, was having a seizer.

"-You have to watch Jayfeather," Dr. Boring then said and walked off.

"Easy as skydiving," Flashheart said and the two she-cats walked over with sticks.

"What do we do?" asked Owlstrike.

"Hmm. He needs a drink!" Flashheart said and grabbed a bottle of water, shoved it down a seizer's victim Jayfeather's throat, and watched as he choked.

"Maybe he needs a bath?" Owlstrike suggested and grabbed some lighter fluid from a table. She poured the lighter fluid on the tom and watched.

Nothing happened.

Well, a lot happened, like there was a robbery in Utah and then there was a fire in Jamaica…

"I bet he's cold," Flashheart said, grabbing a match from her pocket and lighting it. "Whoops!" she dropped said match and it landed on Jayfeather.

He was lit on fire.

"Now what?" Flashheart asked.

"I don't know."

"Well, we have to think of something."

"… You grab the marshmallows and I'll get the chocolate?"

"What about the crackers?"

"Crackers are stupid. You can use chocolate like a cracker."

"So very true."

Flashheart then walked around in search of the marshmallows. Her search ended soon when she noticed a handsome dark brown tabby tom with golden eyes pouring coffee.

His nametag said "Bearclaw".

Where'd he get a nametag?

Flashheart walked up to Bearclaw and said, "Well, hell-oo."

Bearclaw looked her up and down and said, "Hrmmth. Your that new cat, right?"

Flashheart replied, "I can be anything you want me to be."

Bearclaw took a step back and said, "O-K. Anyway, I need you to go and pull all of the loose fur from the showers."

Completely forgetting her best friend and the ooey-gooey marshmallows, she nodded and said, "Ok."

She then let Bearclaw lead her to the washroom. Inside were showers, two toilets, and a sink.

"Have fun, minino," Bearfang said and walked away.

"Oh! He knows Jamaicanish, too!" squealed Flashheart, grabbing a mop and day-dreaming.

Suddenly Darkbird walked in and said, "A) That wasn't Jamaican. It was Spanish. And Two) Aren't you supposed to be in your own Clan?"

Instead of saying, "Yes I am, but me and Owlstrike forgot to pay the mafia our bill for flying us here, we are currently stuck here and we need help." She said, "Your crushing my dreams!"

Darkbird was tearing up and he screamed, "WELL! I WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP!"

Issues, Flashheart thought and then she stepped in some gum.

"OH NO! MY BEAUTIFUL BOOT IS RUINED! WAAAAAAH! I PAID FIFTY BUCKS FOR THIS BOOT! AND THIS ISN'T EVEN GUM! ITS TOBACCO! HOW'D TABACCO GET IN A BATHROOM!" she screamed.

Flashheart then walked out of the washroom, and ran into some cat. "Hey, watch it!" she hissed.

The cat turned and she found herself staring into beautiful emerald eyes. Flashheart snarled, "GET OUT OF MY FACE!"

The pretty cat with perfect dark mottled fur and pretty white ears said, "Oops, I'm sorry." Flashheart eyed her suspiciously. The new cat had a long, flowing white skirt and a black tank top on. She had a gold purse and pretty golden high-heels on.

Flashheart said, "Who are you?"

"Well, I'm Leafspot, of course," the she-cat said.

Flashheart screamed, "OMSC! YOU ARE A FRICKIN' SPOTTEDLEAF-WANNABE!"

Leafspot turned and said, "Like, whatever! I do need a, like, prissy wanna-be me cat following me around all, like, day."

Flashheart grinned and said sarcastically, "Yes, cause, like, I'd, like, wanna, like, follow, like, you, like, around, like, all, like, day, like."

Leafspot started filing her claws and said, "Like, see what I'm, like, saying?"

Flashheart said, "Wow. Your stupid, and that's coming from me."

Then she turned and stalked towards the direction of Dr. Boring. "Dr. Boring! I need a loan," Flashheart said.

"Why?" her boss asked.

"Duh! I need to kill Leafspot by buying this-" she held up a magazine that had a picture of a bazooka on it- "The Instant Kill 5,000!"

"No," Dr. Boring growled and walked off to do his show.

Flashheart had not known it, but she had just stepped into the world of show, as though she would learn.

Or would she.

What do you think? You could be a crew member if you'd wish.

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