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!
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!
