Disclaimer by Blossom: Neither TateThePowerpuffFan nor Lys Dis own the Powerpuff Girls, Saturday Night Live, or anything that you've ever heard of. All they're doing is incorporating them into a continuous, humorous series. The only thing that either of them own are their own original ideas. Thank you.
Saturday Night Puff
10:30 PM
On a Saturday
Townsville, CA
Prologue: Introduction
Brick's POV
The studio lights were bright, my rose was pinned deftly to my business suit, and my cap was turned back. Everything was perfect.
"You're on in one, Brick!" Butch instructed as I adjusted my itty bitty scarlet bow tie.
This is your moment, Brick! This is all on you! My brain motivated me as I cleared myself of the curtain and stepped out onstage before hundreds of anticipating eyes just waiting to be entertained. The crowd applauded as I strolled into view, with Boomer up in the tech booth announcing my name over the speaker system. Now feeling more comfortable and unwound after the people settled, I spoke into the mic.
"Good afternoon!... or night, I guess. This wouldn't be Saturday Night Puff if it wasn't night, am I right? Eh, that was a lame attempt at humor, but you're gonna experience plenty of that during the course of this show. Still not laughing? Well, screw you then," I chortled. The mob laughed in approval. "Anywhoozies, welcome to Saturday Night Puff. My name is Brick Jojo, one of your many hosts, whom you will meet starting next week. Basically, all you need to know about this whole ordeal is that we're gonna put on a bunch of stupid performances, and you're all gonna laugh at us. And to be honest, I think I'm ready for that." More laughter and some cheering emanated from within the studio. "Yeah, yeah, just be sure to hold it all in for now so that you'll think our skits are actually funny. Listen, now... what we are to show you, are skits so outrageous, so unbelievably unbelievable, and one-hundred percent preposterous, that only us, or you weirdos, could've conjured them up. So, drop the kids off at your grandmother's, grab a spare set of pants, and unwind as we take you into the deepest depths of our imaginations. We ridicule ourselves so that you don't have to. Okay, everybody... without further ado... let's begin... next Saturday!" I laughed and shrugged.
The crowd was very displeased and instantly began to boo. A barrage of cups, napkins, food trays, and just about anything else that an audience would bring began to hurl their ways onstage. "Be sure to come next Saturday!" I laughed, catching a maliciously-intent empty soda can in my mouth. I spat it out and shielded myself off with my arms as I curled up and rolled backstage as the fury of a thousand people-shaped suns poured down upon thee like a sea of lemon juice. Once I was shielded by the fat red curtain, I stood up and began to walk back towards my makeup room. Butch walked up to me from the side and asked how it went.
"How'd it go out there, bro?" He smirked. I smiled and winked at him.
"Nailed it. There'll be an even larger audience next week!" I removed my hat to allow my long red hair to breathe as I walked into the corridor out back.
Well, there you guys have it. A weekly fanfic series that will be updated every Saturday as part of a collaboration between Tate; myself, and Lys Dis.
If you didn't catch the hints, the audience was you, and both Lys Dis and I will be taking skit suggestions that are offered by you guys, so be sure to either PM them to me, or put them in as reviews. I know how you love it when I give you some democratic power in my stories, which is just a little perk of being a follower of my stories, as well as a select few other authors.
I will be writing the skit for next Saturday, and Lys Dis is writing the one that will be published 2 weeks from today, and after that we will alternate every week, so if you have any ideas, be sure to PM them to the author for that coming week!
Now, all I can tell you is to relax, grab some popcorn or whatever you eat when excited, and brace yourself for next week!
-Thank you, Tate & Lys