A/N: Hey guys! I'm back, and this is about to get CRAZY! So I was given the honor of continuing PrincessWilla101's wonderful story Mad Night. I had been looking for updates, and when she said she was looking for an author to continue it, well, I jumped at the chance! I now give you ... Terry Maybeck!

Maybeck: *mumbles through gag*

Me: *rips the gag off*

Maybeck: AHHHHHHHHH!

Me: Do my disclaimer and you will be free.

Maybeck: Ooh! Okay! MusicKeeper does not own Disney, MadLibs, the Kingdom Keepers, or PrincessWilla101's awesome concept.

Me: Very good. *cuts rope*

Maybeck: I'm free, I'm free! *falls into a sewer* Darn.

Me: Did anyone else catch the similarity to Hunchback of Notre Dame? Just me? Okay, on with the story.

Charlene's POV

After I chewed Maybeck out for using my name for the MadLib, Philby handed Amanda the book. She flipped through and suddenly grinned. "Okay. Philby, gimme an adjective," she said.

"Loquacious."

I blinked. "What does that mean?"

"Dude, the point of a MadLib is to laugh, not to think," said Maybeck.

Philby crossed his arms. "Too bad. That's my adjective."

"Okay," Amanda sighed, rolling her eyes as she jotted it down. "Charlene, give me a noun."

I thought for a minute, then grinned sweetly at Maybeck. "Moron."

"Hey!"

"I'm not talking about you, Amanda." I winked at Maybeck, who scowled and stuck his tongue out at me.

Amanda smirked at the two of us. "Finn, give me a noun."

"Uh, teddy bear."

Maybeck chortled. "What are you, three?"

Finn turned red. "No! I don't even like teddy bears! It was the first thing that popped up in my head! Amanda loves them, though."

Amanda also turned red. "What? No, I don't," she stuttered.

"Don't deny it. You have twenty of those bears sitting on your bed and another forty all over your room!" Finn said.

"Okay, break it up," said Jess. "What's the next one, Mandy?"

"Body part, Jess." Amanda shot a glare at Finn that said this isn't over.

"Eyeball." I squirmed at Jess's answer.

Amanda wrote it down. "Willa, I need a noun."

"Nail, I guess?"

Amanda giggled as she scribbled on the page. "Maybeck, gimme a verb, please."

"Type."

"Okay…" said Amanda. "Jess, noun."

"Truck."

We all stared at Jess. She shrugged. "What? It's not my fault I like GMC pickups. So I like country stuff. Deal with it."

Amanda glanced back down at the book. "Charlene, give me a plural noun."

I picked up a nearby pillow and whacked Maybeck in the head. "OW!" he protested.

"Pillows," I answered, smirking. Maybeck retrieved another pillow and hit me back. I giggled and fought back. An all-out pillow fight ensued. After a couple minutes of squealing, whacking, and spitting out feathers, we heard a loud bang. "ORDER IN THE COURT!" Willa yelled.

Wait, where'd she get the gavel? Never mind, it was just a hammer. Willa blushed as we took our respective seats. "Sorry. I watch too much judge TV."

Amanda resumed the game. "Verb, Maybeck."

"Um, snooze."

This time, Amanda and I both snickered. "Finn, I need an adjective."

"Dirty," said Finn.

"Willa, I need a verb," said Amanda, trying to hold in her laughter.

"Decipher. What's so incredibly funny?" asked Willa.

"Nothing. Jess," Amanda snorted, "give me another verb."

"Push?"

Philby rolled his eyes. "Okay, we don't want the words to be incomprehensible, but we don't want them to be boring," he said.

"You're one to talk. I love muffins, but you don't see me going around yelling MUFFIN all the time!" Jess argued.

"Hey!"

"PHILBY I NEED A NOUN!" Amanda yelled above the commotion.

"Pickle!"

"See? There he goes again," said Jess.

I crossed my arms. "Last time, Philbs. No more pickle references," I said.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Philby dropped to his knees. "PICKLES PICKLES PICKLES!" he screamed, waving his arms like a maniac.

"Okay, we get it! You like pickles, now stop saying the stupid word!" said Maybeck.

"PICKLES!"

I pulled a pickle out of my pocket and dropped it into Philby's mouth. "Thank you for your opinions, guys. Can you quiet down now?" I asked. "Continue, Amanda."

"Thank you, Charlene. I now need a random word from Jess."

"GANGNAM STYLE!"

"Gangnam it is." Amanda wrote it down. "Two adjectives from Finn and Maybeck, please."

"Hot," said Maybeck.

"Awkward," retorted Finn.

"Good." Amanda looked around the room to make sure there was no purple pickle-eating ninja to cause another ruckus. "Last ones. I need a color from Charlene and a noun from Philby."

"Green," I said.

"Pickle," said Philby.

"A NOUN OTHER THAN PICKLE!" we all yelled at him.

"Fine! Muffin, then," he said.

Amanda bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Okay, here you go. Your Girlfriend's Perfect Prom."

We cast sideways glances at each other. This was going to be very interestingly awkward among the seven of us.

Your Girlfriend's Perfect Prom

A girl loves perfection, so, when the prom rolls around, give her the night of her dreams. Greet her by calling her a loquacious moron and present her with a teddy bear for her eyeball. Rent a nail for the two of you to type together to the prom in style. Once you've arrived, go to the refreshment table and put together a truck of her favorite finger pillows. Ask her to snooze every time a song that she likes is played. However, don't appear dirty. Allow her to mingle and decipher with her friends. At the end of the night, push her outside to your pickle gangnam-style. You should end her hot night with an awkward kiss. Leave her blushing green while remembering a wonderful muffin with you.

We were all doubled over laughing by the time Amanda finished reading the crazy advice. "I'm not using that page on my prom night," said Finn through his laughter.

I wiped away a few tears. "Well, I certainly wouldn't accept a guy who called me a moron," I giggled.

We burst into hysterics and literally rolled on the floor laughing.