Psychiatrist Girl's Interview Story No. 1
Author's Note: All right everybody, this is our first story notebook so it may not be that good, but at least give us a chance. That said, I'll start my interview
Psychiatrist Girl: Hi everyone! Today on my interview, we'll be doing things a tiny bit different. My interview is televised. For all you slow people, *all the phones start ringing* that means that it's on your T.V.
Ash: Can we just get done so I can go home?
PG: *snaps her fingers* No.
Ash: Huh?
PG: All the doors and windows are now locked.
Misty: Oh, come on Ash. It can't be that bad.
Brock: Yes it can.
Team Rocket: What?
Brock: Well.the thing is.um.she can shoot lightning bolts out of her fingers.
All: AHHH!
PG: Yup. He's right.
Ash: *sneaking away* um.
PG: HEY! Get Back Here! *ZAP*
Ash: I think I'm bleeding internally.
PG: Probably. *Looks at her nails*
Misty: Shouldn't we help him?
PG: If you like lightning.
Misty: *Shuts up*
Jessie: Oh! The twerp is paralyzed! James, now would be the perfect time to swipe his Pikachu!
Misty: Horsea go! Watergun, now!
James: Mmm! Most refreshing!
Jessie: *smacks James with a fan* I'm surrounded by morons.
Ash: Hey! Was that shot at me?
Jessie: No you moron.
Ash: Oh. OK. Wait a second.oh. Never mind.
PG: Hold on a sec. we have a caller! Caller, you're on the air.
Caller 1: Hey everybody! This is professor Oak calling. Ash, your mother wants to know if you've been changing your underwear.
Ash: YES, OKAY?
Oak: Thank you. Bye now!
Tracey: How embarrassing.
Brock: When did you get here?!?
Tracey: About 10 minutes ago.
Brock: Oh. Okay then.
PG: Ooops! Another caller!
Caller 2: I want everybody to kill everybody else! *click, beeeeep*
PG: O-Kay then. Well.
Misty: You heard the man.um.woman.oh the hell with it! Kill Ash!
Ash: AHHHHHH!
Brock: STOP! Oh, sorry. Kill!
Pikachu: PI-KA-CHU!! *Shocks everyone*
Brock: I thought that he was dead!
PG: I HATE MICE THAT SHOCK PEOPLE! TAKE THAT! *ZAP!!*
Pikachu: Pi.ka.
Ash: Pikachu! No! You killed him!
PG: No, he's not dead. Just mortally wounded. And probably with a damaged intelligence. Other than that, he's just fine.
Brock: *Glances up* Umm.WHO THE HECK?
Shaggy: *falls into the studio* Like, OWCH!
PG: Glad you could make it. Where's everybody else?
Daphne: I'm here but. AHHHH!!
Brock: *floating around, anime style, after Daphne* Nurse Joy?
Daphne: NO! NO, YOU PERVERT!
Brock: JOY! OH JOY!
Daphne: Fred! FRED! HELP!
PG: *ZAP* There. Happy?
Brock: *Unconscious from the shock* Uhh.
PG: Moving on, Daphne, do you have an obsession with Velma?
Daphne: WHAT? I.I'm not a Fooing lesbian! Everybody knows I like Fred.
Brock: *suddenly awake* You Do?
Daphne: I Do.
PG: I now pronounce you husband and wife.
Daphne: WHAT?
Brock: Say it! Say it!
PG: You may know kiss the bride.
Brock: Yay! Come here honey!
Daphne: NOOOOO!
Brock: Kissy Kissy!
Fred: Hey! Leave her alone! She's my girl!
Brock: Sorry dude. We're married.
Fred: *starts sobbing* I always cry at weddings.
Wobbofett: Wob-O-Wobba
Jessie: Get back in your Pok?ball before I murder you!!
Wobbofett: *goes back in ball*
Daphne: Aren't you gonna help me?
Fred: Nope. Sorry. *Starts crying again* It's so beautiful!
Scooby: Oh, puh-lease.
Pg: Can somebody get him a Kleenex?
Fred: Thanks.
Shaggy: Like, can we move on now?
PG: Ok. Shaggy, do you like Velma?
Shaggy: Uh.like, yeah.
Velma: Really?
Shaggy: Really Really.
Velma: Kiss me Shaggy.
Shaggy: Like, O.K. *starts kissing Velma*
Misty: Fred?
Fred: Oh, no.I'm not gonna kiss you!
Misty: Don't you like me? *Pouts*
Fred: NO.
Misty: FINE! Um.Ash?
Ash: Misty, I HAVE A GRILFRIEND!
Misty: What? Who?
Ash: Her name is.well.
Misty: Spill it!
Ash: *quickly and quietly* yoursister.
Misty: WHAT? YOU ******* ESCUSE FOR A POK?MON TRAINER!
Pikachu: Pi?
PG: Well, this worked out nicely.
Misty: *continuing to yell* I CAN"T BELIEVE YOU!
Ash: Umm.
Misty: *Sniffling* What's wrong with me?
Tracey: Well then, Ash? Answer the question.
Ash: I guess nothing.But your sister is such a great kiss- *interrupted my Misty strangling him*
James: Misty?
Misty: *releases Ahs, who hides behind Jessie* Yeah?
James: Maybe you could, um, help Daphne get away from Brock?
Daphne: Too Late. I already beat him to, almost literally, a bloody pulp.
Brock: NOT TRUE! .It's just a scratch. *suddenly, a man pushing a cart comes in yelling, "Bring Out Your Dead!".*
Daphne: Here! Have Brock.
Brock: I'm not dead!
Daphne: Yes you are.
Brock: It's getting better!
Daphne: *dumps Brock on the cart* Here. *Hands the man pushing the cart $50*
Man With Cart: I'm not supposed to but.
Daphne: He's dead.
Brock: I fell fine!
Daphne: PLEASE?
Man With Cart: Well.okay, but don't tell.
Daphne: Deal. *Man With Cart leaves, taking Brock with him. *
Shaggy: Like, can we get lunch?
PG: Okay, I guess.But you have to all have salads.
Fred: No way! I don't eat rabbit food!
PG: Well I, for one am watching my calories intake. It's salad or nothing.
Daphne: How about a low-cal shake?
PG: That sounds fine too.
Ash: Why can't we have pizza?
PG: Because I said so.
Ash: You're a mean person, you know!
Brock: *Mysteriously back* *nervously* Don't test her, Ash.
Ash: Why not? She is evil, and - *ZAP* *in pain* oh.I forgot about the whole lightning-from-the-fingers-deal.
PG: Moving on, does anyone else have any complaints about lunch?
Brock: I did.
PG: Uh.huh? Okay then.
Tracey: Hey, um Author?
Author: What?
Tracey: I need to get more then four lines, ya know!
Author: *checks back and counts lines* 1,2,3.you were counting?!?
Tracey: .yes. Yes I was.
Author: I guess you can.converse with Pikachu, then.
Tracey: All right.Hi Pikachu!
Pikachu: *Bites Tracey, kicks Tracey, shocks Tracey, punches Tracey, does an Irish jig on Tracey's face, body slams Tracey, hits Tracey with a chair, with a [pencil sharpener, then with Ash's shoe, then with a soiled diaper, then with a chalkboard, then with a can of Spam, then with a can of Spam smelling slightly odd, then with a can of moldy Spam, then with a can of can of maggot-infested Spam, then with a can of rotten, moldy, maggot- infested, partly decomposed Spam with a hint of lemon, then with an invisible parchment carrying ferret who is also invisible, then with a set of Crayola Crayons, (off in the distance a yell of "COPYRIGHT!!!" is heard.) then with a can of frozen cranberry juice, then with a large sparkly pink comb, the with a giant purple jelly bean, then with a recently up-rooted tree, then with a book of children's fairy tales, then with a large cabbage, then with a wad of tinfoil, then with every set of silverware in a 50 mile radius of the studio, then with a beefy chapula, then with a bag of assorted jelly beans, then with a golden outhouse, then with a golden ticket, (another "COPYRIGHT!!!") then with a neon pink sign reading "SQUIDS ROCK," then with a plastic troll in a pink bikini, then with a rubber ball with a penny super-glued to it, then with a mutated coach roach, then with a ranting Swede, then with a panda in a kilt singing "My Bologna" by Weird Al, ("COPYRIGHT!!!") then with an ancient slab of gray and black marble, then with a bag of quick-dry cement, then with a 3M adhesive comfort strip, bandage, then with a band-aid, then with a piece of red felt, then with a pair of Robin Hood style men's tights, then with every dictionary in print at the same time, ant then ends the rampage by hitting Tracey with a dull steak knife.*
Author: Teeheehee.
Tracey:...............................ouch.ouch.oh ouch.pain.the pain, the PAIN!
Ash: You shouldn't have done that, Tracey.
Tracey: All I said was "Hi Pikachu!"
Pikachu: *calmly knocks Tracey out with a spiked club.* Pika! Pikachu Pika?
Ash: Shut-up! They aren't supposed to remember that!!
Jessie: Can we please just blast off again and get out of here?
Meowth: After Lunch!
James: I agree with Meowth! I'm hungry!
PG: We'll be right back after this commercial break!
(Meanwhile in a peaceful town)
Uglaygliah (pronounced You-Glay-Glee-Uh): They're coming.they're coming for me.the.GREEN APPLES! *Hides in a dark room full of sawdust*
Nice Young Man in a Clean White Coat: It's the Funny Farm for this one.and a strong prescription drug too.
(Meanwhile, in another peaceful town)
Ylime Nesrevi: Must.add.a half to everything.and a HALF! Door and a half! Shoe and a half! MWAHAAAAHAAA!!! And a HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO! NO! NO! NOT.SOY!!! AHHHHHHH! And a half.AHHHHHH!
(Back at the studio)
Daphne: Exactly how much money are we getting paid for appearing on this show?
PG: Let's see.add that.carry the one.Nothing.
All: WHAT?!?!?
PG: Well, this is a form of community service, so you get nothing money- wise. All: _@\-\*(=);"@?!!!
PG: You should have read the fine print.
Shaggy: *covered in Velma's lip-gloss* But, I can't read!
Velma: What?!? You can't even read? I knew you were dumb, but not that dumb!
Shaggy: I got expelled when I was in kindergarten, for.um.oh yeah! I kind of mooned the governor of Tennessee, and got expelled from any US school.
PG: That is really sad you know.
Shaggy: I need no pity form you.
PG: That wasn't pity. It was an insult, you stupid jack a**.
Shaggy: .Can I use the bathroom?
Scooby: Here we go again!
PG: Scooby, why do you talk so funny?
Scooby: It was part of my contract.
PG: Another thing. Why do you eat so much?
Scooby: Ummmm.ein Duff in ein Duffcot.
PG:
Author's Note: All right everybody, this is our first story notebook so it may not be that good, but at least give us a chance. That said, I'll start my interview
Psychiatrist Girl: Hi everyone! Today on my interview, we'll be doing things a tiny bit different. My interview is televised. For all you slow people, *all the phones start ringing* that means that it's on your T.V.
Ash: Can we just get done so I can go home?
PG: *snaps her fingers* No.
Ash: Huh?
PG: All the doors and windows are now locked.
Misty: Oh, come on Ash. It can't be that bad.
Brock: Yes it can.
Team Rocket: What?
Brock: Well.the thing is.um.she can shoot lightning bolts out of her fingers.
All: AHHH!
PG: Yup. He's right.
Ash: *sneaking away* um.
PG: HEY! Get Back Here! *ZAP*
Ash: I think I'm bleeding internally.
PG: Probably. *Looks at her nails*
Misty: Shouldn't we help him?
PG: If you like lightning.
Misty: *Shuts up*
Jessie: Oh! The twerp is paralyzed! James, now would be the perfect time to swipe his Pikachu!
Misty: Horsea go! Watergun, now!
James: Mmm! Most refreshing!
Jessie: *smacks James with a fan* I'm surrounded by morons.
Ash: Hey! Was that shot at me?
Jessie: No you moron.
Ash: Oh. OK. Wait a second.oh. Never mind.
PG: Hold on a sec. we have a caller! Caller, you're on the air.
Caller 1: Hey everybody! This is professor Oak calling. Ash, your mother wants to know if you've been changing your underwear.
Ash: YES, OKAY?
Oak: Thank you. Bye now!
Tracey: How embarrassing.
Brock: When did you get here?!?
Tracey: About 10 minutes ago.
Brock: Oh. Okay then.
PG: Ooops! Another caller!
Caller 2: I want everybody to kill everybody else! *click, beeeeep*
PG: O-Kay then. Well.
Misty: You heard the man.um.woman.oh the hell with it! Kill Ash!
Ash: AHHHHHH!
Brock: STOP! Oh, sorry. Kill!
Pikachu: PI-KA-CHU!! *Shocks everyone*
Brock: I thought that he was dead!
PG: I HATE MICE THAT SHOCK PEOPLE! TAKE THAT! *ZAP!!*
Pikachu: Pi.ka.
Ash: Pikachu! No! You killed him!
PG: No, he's not dead. Just mortally wounded. And probably with a damaged intelligence. Other than that, he's just fine.
Brock: *Glances up* Umm.WHO THE HECK?
Shaggy: *falls into the studio* Like, OWCH!
PG: Glad you could make it. Where's everybody else?
Daphne: I'm here but. AHHHH!!
Brock: *floating around, anime style, after Daphne* Nurse Joy?
Daphne: NO! NO, YOU PERVERT!
Brock: JOY! OH JOY!
Daphne: Fred! FRED! HELP!
PG: *ZAP* There. Happy?
Brock: *Unconscious from the shock* Uhh.
PG: Moving on, Daphne, do you have an obsession with Velma?
Daphne: WHAT? I.I'm not a Fooing lesbian! Everybody knows I like Fred.
Brock: *suddenly awake* You Do?
Daphne: I Do.
PG: I now pronounce you husband and wife.
Daphne: WHAT?
Brock: Say it! Say it!
PG: You may know kiss the bride.
Brock: Yay! Come here honey!
Daphne: NOOOOO!
Brock: Kissy Kissy!
Fred: Hey! Leave her alone! She's my girl!
Brock: Sorry dude. We're married.
Fred: *starts sobbing* I always cry at weddings.
Wobbofett: Wob-O-Wobba
Jessie: Get back in your Pok?ball before I murder you!!
Wobbofett: *goes back in ball*
Daphne: Aren't you gonna help me?
Fred: Nope. Sorry. *Starts crying again* It's so beautiful!
Scooby: Oh, puh-lease.
Pg: Can somebody get him a Kleenex?
Fred: Thanks.
Shaggy: Like, can we move on now?
PG: Ok. Shaggy, do you like Velma?
Shaggy: Uh.like, yeah.
Velma: Really?
Shaggy: Really Really.
Velma: Kiss me Shaggy.
Shaggy: Like, O.K. *starts kissing Velma*
Misty: Fred?
Fred: Oh, no.I'm not gonna kiss you!
Misty: Don't you like me? *Pouts*
Fred: NO.
Misty: FINE! Um.Ash?
Ash: Misty, I HAVE A GRILFRIEND!
Misty: What? Who?
Ash: Her name is.well.
Misty: Spill it!
Ash: *quickly and quietly* yoursister.
Misty: WHAT? YOU ******* ESCUSE FOR A POK?MON TRAINER!
Pikachu: Pi?
PG: Well, this worked out nicely.
Misty: *continuing to yell* I CAN"T BELIEVE YOU!
Ash: Umm.
Misty: *Sniffling* What's wrong with me?
Tracey: Well then, Ash? Answer the question.
Ash: I guess nothing.But your sister is such a great kiss- *interrupted my Misty strangling him*
James: Misty?
Misty: *releases Ahs, who hides behind Jessie* Yeah?
James: Maybe you could, um, help Daphne get away from Brock?
Daphne: Too Late. I already beat him to, almost literally, a bloody pulp.
Brock: NOT TRUE! .It's just a scratch. *suddenly, a man pushing a cart comes in yelling, "Bring Out Your Dead!".*
Daphne: Here! Have Brock.
Brock: I'm not dead!
Daphne: Yes you are.
Brock: It's getting better!
Daphne: *dumps Brock on the cart* Here. *Hands the man pushing the cart $50*
Man With Cart: I'm not supposed to but.
Daphne: He's dead.
Brock: I fell fine!
Daphne: PLEASE?
Man With Cart: Well.okay, but don't tell.
Daphne: Deal. *Man With Cart leaves, taking Brock with him. *
Shaggy: Like, can we get lunch?
PG: Okay, I guess.But you have to all have salads.
Fred: No way! I don't eat rabbit food!
PG: Well I, for one am watching my calories intake. It's salad or nothing.
Daphne: How about a low-cal shake?
PG: That sounds fine too.
Ash: Why can't we have pizza?
PG: Because I said so.
Ash: You're a mean person, you know!
Brock: *Mysteriously back* *nervously* Don't test her, Ash.
Ash: Why not? She is evil, and - *ZAP* *in pain* oh.I forgot about the whole lightning-from-the-fingers-deal.
PG: Moving on, does anyone else have any complaints about lunch?
Brock: I did.
PG: Uh.huh? Okay then.
Tracey: Hey, um Author?
Author: What?
Tracey: I need to get more then four lines, ya know!
Author: *checks back and counts lines* 1,2,3.you were counting?!?
Tracey: .yes. Yes I was.
Author: I guess you can.converse with Pikachu, then.
Tracey: All right.Hi Pikachu!
Pikachu: *Bites Tracey, kicks Tracey, shocks Tracey, punches Tracey, does an Irish jig on Tracey's face, body slams Tracey, hits Tracey with a chair, with a [pencil sharpener, then with Ash's shoe, then with a soiled diaper, then with a chalkboard, then with a can of Spam, then with a can of Spam smelling slightly odd, then with a can of moldy Spam, then with a can of can of maggot-infested Spam, then with a can of rotten, moldy, maggot- infested, partly decomposed Spam with a hint of lemon, then with an invisible parchment carrying ferret who is also invisible, then with a set of Crayola Crayons, (off in the distance a yell of "COPYRIGHT!!!" is heard.) then with a can of frozen cranberry juice, then with a large sparkly pink comb, the with a giant purple jelly bean, then with a recently up-rooted tree, then with a book of children's fairy tales, then with a large cabbage, then with a wad of tinfoil, then with every set of silverware in a 50 mile radius of the studio, then with a beefy chapula, then with a bag of assorted jelly beans, then with a golden outhouse, then with a golden ticket, (another "COPYRIGHT!!!") then with a neon pink sign reading "SQUIDS ROCK," then with a plastic troll in a pink bikini, then with a rubber ball with a penny super-glued to it, then with a mutated coach roach, then with a ranting Swede, then with a panda in a kilt singing "My Bologna" by Weird Al, ("COPYRIGHT!!!") then with an ancient slab of gray and black marble, then with a bag of quick-dry cement, then with a 3M adhesive comfort strip, bandage, then with a band-aid, then with a piece of red felt, then with a pair of Robin Hood style men's tights, then with every dictionary in print at the same time, ant then ends the rampage by hitting Tracey with a dull steak knife.*
Author: Teeheehee.
Tracey:...............................ouch.ouch.oh ouch.pain.the pain, the PAIN!
Ash: You shouldn't have done that, Tracey.
Tracey: All I said was "Hi Pikachu!"
Pikachu: *calmly knocks Tracey out with a spiked club.* Pika! Pikachu Pika?
Ash: Shut-up! They aren't supposed to remember that!!
Jessie: Can we please just blast off again and get out of here?
Meowth: After Lunch!
James: I agree with Meowth! I'm hungry!
PG: We'll be right back after this commercial break!
(Meanwhile in a peaceful town)
Uglaygliah (pronounced You-Glay-Glee-Uh): They're coming.they're coming for me.the.GREEN APPLES! *Hides in a dark room full of sawdust*
Nice Young Man in a Clean White Coat: It's the Funny Farm for this one.and a strong prescription drug too.
(Meanwhile, in another peaceful town)
Ylime Nesrevi: Must.add.a half to everything.and a HALF! Door and a half! Shoe and a half! MWAHAAAAHAAA!!! And a HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO! NO! NO! NOT.SOY!!! AHHHHHHH! And a half.AHHHHHH!
(Back at the studio)
Daphne: Exactly how much money are we getting paid for appearing on this show?
PG: Let's see.add that.carry the one.Nothing.
All: WHAT?!?!?
PG: Well, this is a form of community service, so you get nothing money- wise. All: _@\-\*(=);"@?!!!
PG: You should have read the fine print.
Shaggy: *covered in Velma's lip-gloss* But, I can't read!
Velma: What?!? You can't even read? I knew you were dumb, but not that dumb!
Shaggy: I got expelled when I was in kindergarten, for.um.oh yeah! I kind of mooned the governor of Tennessee, and got expelled from any US school.
PG: That is really sad you know.
Shaggy: I need no pity form you.
PG: That wasn't pity. It was an insult, you stupid jack a**.
Shaggy: .Can I use the bathroom?
Scooby: Here we go again!
PG: Scooby, why do you talk so funny?
Scooby: It was part of my contract.
PG: Another thing. Why do you eat so much?
Scooby: Ummmm.ein Duff in ein Duffcot.
PG: