Attack of the 80s Pop Stars
Author: SnarkySnark
Rating: T, for language. (Tell me if it should be M; I'm not good at this kind of thing.)
Disclaimer: FOR THE LAST TIME, I DON'T OWN HOUSE! OKAY? ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?
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House: Hey Cameron, go get me a sandwich.
Cameron: House, I-
Cindi Lauper: Girls just wanna have fun, yeah girls just wanna have fun.
House: What the fuck was that?!
Cameron: …
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Wilson: I'm sorry, Mr. Urethra. You have cancer.
Mr. Urethra: Oh no…
Michael Jackson: Thriller…
Author: Michael Jackson?! What are you doing in my fic?
Michael Jackson: -edges sideways out of room-
Wilson: -spontaneously combusts-
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Cuddy: House! Why are there two 80s pop stars running around in my hospital?
House: WTF
Chase: Um…yeah. Michael Jackson bit me…
House: LOL
Cuddy: House! Stop talking in internet abbreviations and help us! Wilson exploded, and his patient Mr. Urethra-
House: Hehe…Mr. Urethra.
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Foreman: Um…what are we doing again?
Cameron: We're looking for the pop stars.
Foreman: Why do we have nets?
Cameron: Because we do. Shut up.
Foreman: -mopes-
Cuddy: Hey, there's Cindi Lauper!
Cindi Lauper: Girls just wanna have fun…
House: Quick! Get her in the net!
Cindi Lauper: -shoves Chase in closet-
Cameron: Hey! Let Chase out of the closet!
Chase: Eh. I'm fine.
Closet: The irony is killing me.
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Michael Jackson: -somewhere in distance- Thriller…
Cuddy: Hey! I hear Michael Jackson!
House: Uh…Cuddy?
Cuddy: Yeah?
House: Why aren't you wearing a shirt?
Cuddy: Well, it's a funny story. See, I-
Random Passerby: AH! MY EYES! I'M BLIND! BLIND!
Cuddy: Psh. What a baby.
House: …
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Foreman: Hey guys! I caught Cindi Lauper!
Cindi Lauper: -scowls from inside net-
House: That's not something you hear every day.
Cuddy: Hey, look! It's Michael Jackson!
Michael Jackson: Thriller!
Cameron: Quick! Get him!
Michael Jackson: -disappears-
Foreman: Oh, come on!
Cuddy: -weeps-
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House: Okay, people. Think. There's got to be a way to catch Michael Jackson.
Cameron: Well, I don't know. I mean, Wilson exploded, Chase is locked in a closet somewhere, and Cuddy's having some kind of episode.
Foreman: Shut it, Cameron. You're depressing.
Cameron: But I-
House: Cameron, you heard the man. Shut it! You're bringing us down.
Cameron: -fumes-
Foreman: Hey, wait! I have an idea…
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Michael Jackson: THRILLER!
Cameron: God, that's annoying.
House: Yeah…
Foreman: Okay, give me the net.
Cameron: -gives Foreman net-
House: Hey, why didn't we think of this before?!
Foreman: Eh, I dunno. I guess the writer was just trying to make the story longer or something.
Cameron: Um…'the writer'?
Foreman: Nevermind.
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Cuddy: Well, thank you, Dr. House. I appreciate you catching those two.
Foreman: Hey, I helped too!
Cameron: Yeah, so did I.
Cuddy: Okay, whatever. My point is, don't let them in here again.
Foreman: …
House: Um…'again'?
Cuddy: We all know this was your fault to start with, House.
House: It was not.
Cuddy: Was too.
House: Was not.
Cuddy: Was t-
Chase: Hey, guys! I'm out of the closet!
House: Fantastic. Now leave me alone.
Chase: -sobs-
House: Well, I'm glad we got that taken care of. Now who wants pie?
Cameron: Ooh, pie!
The End.
A/N: I got the idea for this a while back, but I lost the piece of paper I had the original story written down on. So, unfortunately, this is not nearly as funny. Maybe I'll try looking for it later…