"The Terrific Adventures of the Jonas Weenies"
Chapter 1: The Cookie
One day, the evil Empress Hannah Montana was sitting on her throne, picking at her weave.
"Geeee, it sure is boring around here!" she said.
Evil advisor Billy Ray Cyrus walked in the throne room.
"I have a new diabolical plan, Miley, to enslave the children of the world!" he said.
"I told you, evil advisor dad, my name is Hannah Montana!" she told him.
"Yes, yes," he said, nodding. "Anyway, my plan is to create hypnotic sound waves with use of your horrible voice."
"It's genius!"
It was just another scheme to take over the world.
"Mwahahaha!" Hannah Montana screamed maniacally in delight.
Meanwhile, the Jonas Weenies were performing at a concert. All the rabid fangirls were screaming and stomping and flailing their arms to the rhythm.
Suddenly, a "fan" named Grace threw a mutated, throbbing cookie on the stage. It distracted Joe Jonas, who really liked cookies. He picked it up and ate it. It made him feel strange. He felt like he was going to vomit.
"Yes, he ate my well-preserved raisin cookie!" Grace exclaimed. "Omigod."
"Ew, I hate raisins," Joe said. He promptly spat it out. "Nasty! Tastes like ca-ca."
A few moments later, he passed out onstage. There was a huge uproar and gasping ensued.
When Joe came to, Kevin was slapping at his face.
"Don't do that, pour mango juice to wake him up," Nick said.
"Uh, what happened?" Joe asked.
"You passed out for some reason," Kevin told him.
Joe regurgitated a raisin after burping.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Nick asked.
"I think so," Joe said.
His brothers helped him up. But it was hardly necessary. Because, in the next instant, Joe's feet were hovering off the ground.
"What's going on?"
They all gasped.
"I told you. You should have poured mango juice on him!" Nick reprimanded his brother. "Now look what you've done!"
Before they realized it, Joe was flying through the air. His destination: Guatemala.
TO BE CONTINUED.
