One Normal Day!

This story makes absolutely NO sense! I always write stories for my friend Malissa, and today I wrote this on in 2nd period. I thought it was funny! YOU'LL LAUGH! I SWEAR YOU'LL LAUGH!

Joe: I bet.

Disclaimer: I no own. You no sue. 'Nuff said.

Chapter One: No Taquitos! WAAH!

SpookyChild woke up to the usual hit-on-the-head with a potato. She walked into the kitchen, stepping on several prime-ministers on the way. She found Dib sitting in the kitchen, eating mayonnaise and vomiting.

Dib: HIYA! (vomits.)

SpookyChild: Um, hello.

Just then, Johnny walks in! Woohoo!

SpookyChild: Hi! Did you sleep good?

Johnny: Sleep is bad. It erodes whatever's left of my sanity.

SpookyChild:...Okay then! Want some breakfast? I made waffles!

Johnny: No thanks.

SpookyChild: You're gonna EAT something and LIKE it!

SpookyChild threw some pineapples at him. Johnny jumped out the window.

Dib: (vomits.)

GIR walks in! YAY!

GIR: Where's my taquitos?!

SpookyChild: I ATE THEM!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

SpookyChild jumped into the sink and swam away.

Zim walks in! HOORAY!

Zim: Where's MY taquitos?!

GIR: Spooky ate them.

Zim: Oh, okay. (dies.)

Dib: (vomits up a chipmunk.) RUN! RUN AWAY ALVIN!

Johnny: (smacks him in the head.) That's not Alvin, idiot!

Joe: (rides in on a magic toilet.) Yeah! It's Theodore!

Dib: WELL IT LOOKED LIKE ALVIN TO ME!

SpookyChild: (hopes in on a pogostick.) That's no chipmunk! That's a spy moose! (throws it in the refrigerator.)

Joe: (explodes.)

Dib: Oh my god! You killed Kenny!

Zim: You bastard!

SpookyChild started hitting herself in the head over and over again until she couldn't see straight and passed ou-




TO BE CONTINUE!

Woohoo! I'm crazy and I have a concussion! I hope to have chapter two up in a day or so. Review! The pants command you to!