A/N: I'm not really a fan of the Real World, but I, being a lazy teenager with nothing better to do, have watched it before. So this is what happened when I had too much sugar one morning. I stuck the Moulin Rouge characters into modern day NYC…in the same house.
(Camera zooms in on shots of New York City, we see all our favorite characters walking around holding hands)
Narrator: This is the true story of ten strangers, picked to live in a house to find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real. The Real World!
(Camera zooms in to interior of apartment. We see Frogger and The Duke sitting on stools whispering quietly to each other)
Frogger: But you don't even have a name…
Duke: Then you will have to name me, my dear amphibian.
Frogger: You lived with your freakin; parents until you came here!
Duke: Shh…here comes that smart-ass poet.
(Christian enters the room, wearing only jeans)
Christian: BLOODY HELL! How many times do I have to tell you, that shirt is mine!
Duke: Nuhuh! Look, Chrissy boy, I bought this one at a Sex Pistols concert, ok, and…and…back off!
(The Duke stands up and tries to intimidate Christian, but succeeds only in knocking the stool over and falling on his face. Frogger immediately jumps on top of him to "help him up". The camera follows Christian upstairs, who is muttering something under his breath about inter-species relationships.)
Christian (talking to the camera on his way up the stairs): I know what's going on with that Duke guy…what the hell is his name anyway? So far he's tried to hit on everyone in this house, and he still doesn't get it, NO ONE LIKES HIM. I mean, God, a frickin' frog. How low can he get?
(Christian arrives upstairs and enters a big room where we see a Jacuzzi, a bar, many work-out machines, and lots of other stuff that makes you wonder how it can all fit into one apartment. A big man with huge sideburns is jogging on the treadmill. This is The Argentinean.)
Argentinean: Hey, Chris. You interested in being in that talent contest yet?"
Christian: I already told you -
Argentinean: But you would totally win! I mean, you've got the biggest talent of all of us…
(Christian "accidentally" bumps a button on the treadmill, which then speeds up a lot.)
Argentinean (out of breath): OK, OK, I get it…but…but at least help me pick a name!
Zidler (from another room): Is he bothering you with that name-thing again LISTEN, you are Bob! OK, Bob! Now cool it.
(Zidler hurries into the room and immediately hurries downstairs.)
Christian (as he is heading toward the Jacuzzi): Where are you going?
Zidler (from the stairs): I figured I should warn that Duke that the toad is hallucinogenic, it was like that damn green fairy times ten when he kissed me…I mean…
Christian (shaking his head): Bloody toad! What does everyone see in him anyway? He is green and slimy. I am tall (well, I wish), have beautiful green eyes with a touch of blue, and have played the magnificent Obi-Wan Kenobi?
Satine (in the Jacuzzi): What was that last part, darling?
Christian: Oh…errr…I dunno.
Satine (frowing): No, I heard it. You said, "And have played the magnificent Obi-Wan Kenobi." What is that supposed to mean???
Christian: He…I…
Satine: You have "played" him, huh? Well Christian, I do not appreciate being cheated on like that! I will find out who this Obi-Wan is and…and…do something to him!"
(Satine storms out, wearing absolutely nothing. We see Toulouse's and the Green Fairy's heads pop up from the bar, to watch.)
Toulouse: Anyway dear, back to business…
(Toulouse and the Green Fairy go down again. Camera zooms almost into the Jacuzzi, where we see that Christian has pitifully ducked himself completely under the water. We here a sad muffled little "And you can tell everybody, this is your -", with some bubbles, when suddenly…)
Christian (splashing water at the camera): Hey, shut this bloody thing off!"
A/N: Next chapter will be up soon! Please r/r, my first attempt at what I hope is humor.
(Camera zooms in on shots of New York City, we see all our favorite characters walking around holding hands)
Narrator: This is the true story of ten strangers, picked to live in a house to find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real. The Real World!
(Camera zooms in to interior of apartment. We see Frogger and The Duke sitting on stools whispering quietly to each other)
Frogger: But you don't even have a name…
Duke: Then you will have to name me, my dear amphibian.
Frogger: You lived with your freakin; parents until you came here!
Duke: Shh…here comes that smart-ass poet.
(Christian enters the room, wearing only jeans)
Christian: BLOODY HELL! How many times do I have to tell you, that shirt is mine!
Duke: Nuhuh! Look, Chrissy boy, I bought this one at a Sex Pistols concert, ok, and…and…back off!
(The Duke stands up and tries to intimidate Christian, but succeeds only in knocking the stool over and falling on his face. Frogger immediately jumps on top of him to "help him up". The camera follows Christian upstairs, who is muttering something under his breath about inter-species relationships.)
Christian (talking to the camera on his way up the stairs): I know what's going on with that Duke guy…what the hell is his name anyway? So far he's tried to hit on everyone in this house, and he still doesn't get it, NO ONE LIKES HIM. I mean, God, a frickin' frog. How low can he get?
(Christian arrives upstairs and enters a big room where we see a Jacuzzi, a bar, many work-out machines, and lots of other stuff that makes you wonder how it can all fit into one apartment. A big man with huge sideburns is jogging on the treadmill. This is The Argentinean.)
Argentinean: Hey, Chris. You interested in being in that talent contest yet?"
Christian: I already told you -
Argentinean: But you would totally win! I mean, you've got the biggest talent of all of us…
(Christian "accidentally" bumps a button on the treadmill, which then speeds up a lot.)
Argentinean (out of breath): OK, OK, I get it…but…but at least help me pick a name!
Zidler (from another room): Is he bothering you with that name-thing again LISTEN, you are Bob! OK, Bob! Now cool it.
(Zidler hurries into the room and immediately hurries downstairs.)
Christian (as he is heading toward the Jacuzzi): Where are you going?
Zidler (from the stairs): I figured I should warn that Duke that the toad is hallucinogenic, it was like that damn green fairy times ten when he kissed me…I mean…
Christian (shaking his head): Bloody toad! What does everyone see in him anyway? He is green and slimy. I am tall (well, I wish), have beautiful green eyes with a touch of blue, and have played the magnificent Obi-Wan Kenobi?
Satine (in the Jacuzzi): What was that last part, darling?
Christian: Oh…errr…I dunno.
Satine (frowing): No, I heard it. You said, "And have played the magnificent Obi-Wan Kenobi." What is that supposed to mean???
Christian: He…I…
Satine: You have "played" him, huh? Well Christian, I do not appreciate being cheated on like that! I will find out who this Obi-Wan is and…and…do something to him!"
(Satine storms out, wearing absolutely nothing. We see Toulouse's and the Green Fairy's heads pop up from the bar, to watch.)
Toulouse: Anyway dear, back to business…
(Toulouse and the Green Fairy go down again. Camera zooms almost into the Jacuzzi, where we see that Christian has pitifully ducked himself completely under the water. We here a sad muffled little "And you can tell everybody, this is your -", with some bubbles, when suddenly…)
Christian (splashing water at the camera): Hey, shut this bloody thing off!"
A/N: Next chapter will be up soon! Please r/r, my first attempt at what I hope is humor.