Mad Libs was my childhood. Seriously. They are absolutely the best. And if you don't know what they are, you have been living under a rock. The other day I picked up my 'Best of Mad Libs' book and began to wonder what it would be like if the Lab Rats (and Leo) did Mad Libs. This is the result.
Needless to say, this is my happiest one-shot/story in a long time. It's kinda nice to write something a bit warmer. XD
In case the title needs explaining, it's like a Mad Libs. Fill in an adjective, then fill in a noun, and voilà! A title. Okay, okay, so maybe it's not the best. But I thought it was funny.
By the way, it's probably important to let you know that this takes place at the beginning of the series. So, season 1 stuff, right after they entered the world, yeah, you get it.
VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: I did not make up the Mad Libs in this story; I merely filled them out. THEY ARE NOT MINE. I do not take any credit for them. They belong to . . . whoever made Mad Libs. I just filled in the blanks with words I though the Davenports would say.
Oh, and I don't own Lab Rats either. If you guys want to play along while you read, then feel free! I would love to see what crazy results you get! Prepare for laughter. Enjoy!
* * * Adjective Noun * * *
"I'm bored," Leo complained.
"Me too," Adam agreed.
"When did Bree say she was going to be home?" Chase asked.
"Sometime after lunch," Leo replied. "Caitlin's mom is bringing her home."
"It's after lunch," Adam said.
"So I guess she'll be home soon," Chase said.
After a few seconds of silence, Leo repeated, "I'm bored!"
Adam and Chase groaned.
The rain slammed against the windows and the wind whistled outside. It was the kind of day where you wanted to curl up on the couch and do absolutely nothing. The boys of the Davenport family were – obviously – bored. Their parents were at some charity event that Davenport Industries was sponsoring. Bree had gone over to Caitlin's house for a sleepover the night before and still hadn't returned home.
Soon, suggestions were being tossed out about fun things to do – only to be quickly rejected.
"Video game?"
"Which one?"
"Zombie Slayers?"
"Beat it already."
"Yeah, boring!"
"We could watch a movie."
"But which movie?"
"How about the one about the bumblebee who–"
"No, Adam!"
The boys groaned and shifted on the couch.
"Hey guys, I'm home!" Bree said as she walked through the door. She tore off her slick blue raincoat and placed it on the rack. "What are you up to?"
"Do you have something fun for us to do?" Leo moaned from where he was hanging upside-down off the end of the couch.
"As a matter of fact, I do," Bree said with a grin. She tossed her backpack and sleeping bag onto the ground and kneeled down beside them. Unzipping the front pouch, the teenage girl drew out three small books. Bree held them up for the boys to see.
"What are those?" Chase asked.
"Oh my gosh, Mad Libs!" Leo exclaimed.
"What does that mean?" Adam questioned.
"Caitlin had some last night," Bree explained. "She gave me some that she hasn't used yet."
"Mad Libs is only the best word game ever created!" Leo gushed.
"Word game?" Chase asked, perking up a bit.
"It's really fun," Bree added. "The reader calls out a kind of word, and the writer has to answer it. The reader fills in the blanks, and in the end you have a really crazy story!"
"Which ones do you have?" Leo asked. He ran up and began to investigate. "'Happy Birthday Mad Libs,' 'Totally Pink Mad Libs,' and 'Grand Slam Mad Libs.' That's awesome!"
"Do you want to do one? We can show them how it works." Bree gestured to Adam and Chase.
"Absolutely!" Leo replied.
The two sat down across from each other – Leo on the couch and Bree in the red chair. Adam and Chase looked on in fascination. Bree flipped open the 'Happy Birthday Mad Libs' book and pushed on the end of her mechanical pencil.
"Person in room," she announced.
"Adam," Leo said quickly.
"What?" Adam asked.
"No, Adam, I was using you for the story," Leo explained. "It asked for a person in the room, and you're in the room."
"Or am I?" Adam asked, stroking his chin.
Leo blinked slowly. "Yes, yes you are."
"Oh, okay then. Carry on."
"Adverb," Bree said.
"Oh, these are always hard." Leo squinted. "Carefully."
Bree scribbled the word onto the page. "Person in room."
"Chase."
"Number."
"Eight hundred and twenty-one."
"Adverb."
"Another one? Um . . . stupidly."
"Silly word."
"Bargumfash."
Bree raised an eyebrow, but still wrote the word. "Number."
"Two."
"Three nouns."
"Finally! Flamingo, alien, and . . . wedding dress."
"Adjective."
"Sticky."
"Three nouns."
"Toilet paper roll, rubber band, and cowboy boot."
Bree stifled a giggle. "Plural noun."
"Xylophones."
"Noun."
"Noodle."
"Adjective."
"Crunchy."
"Plural noun."
"Tissue boxes."
"Adverb."
"Shoot . . . slowly."
"Adverb."
"Ah, stop it!"
"Last one, I promise."
"Fine. Greedily."
"And we're done," Bree said with a smile. "Ready to hear it?"
Invitation to a Birthday Party
Dear Adam,
You are carefully invited to celebrate the birthday of Chase, who is turning 821 years old! Please arrive stupidly at one o'clock on Saturday at Bargumfash Palace. Each person will receive 2 tokens to play games like Whac-A-Flamingo, Skee-Alien, and Wedding Dress Ball. Later, a meal of sticky dogs and toilet paper roll burgers will be served. Then we will sing "Happy Rubber Band Day to You" and, after the birthday cowboy boot blows out the xylophones, we'll eat noodle-frosted cake! Presents such as crunchy dolls and video tissue boxes are not required but are slowly welcome! We greedily hope to see you there!
Bree was barely able to finish the story due to the laughter of herself and others.
"Dang, Chase, you're old!" Adam said between chuckles.
"I'm kind of concerned about those 'toilet paper roll burgers,'" Bree put in.
"Sounds like something Perry would serve in the cafeteria," Leo pointed out.
For a few seconds everything was silent. Leo's siblings slowly nodded their heads in agreement. It wasn't long before they began to laugh again.
"This is actually kinda fun," Chase said.
"Finally, something we can all play," Bree said.
"Can I go next?" Adam asked.
"Sure," Bree said. "Which book do you want?"
"Hmm . . . the sports one," Adam said.
"Okay." Bree began to flip through the book. "Oh, here's one I think you'll like," she said. "Okay, adjective."
"What?"
Bree, Chase, and Leo groaned as they realized that they were going to have to explain to Adam what all the words meant.
"An adjective describes something," Bree said with surprising patience. "Like colors and stuff. Here . . . um . . . how would you describe Chase?"
"Short," Adam said immediately. "Do you need more?"
"Not yet," Bree said, ignoring Chase's glare. "Next I need a type of liquid."
"Is orange juice a liquid?"
"Yes."
"Then orange juice."
"Next is a noun. That's a thing. Couch, fireplace, tea cup: those are all things."
"Like . . . monkey?"
"Exactly! Next a plural noun, which is more than one thing. So instead it would be couches, fireplaces, tea cups, or monkeys. Got it?"
"Um, yes. Llamas?"
"Great job! Now, I need three more of those."
"Llamas, llamas–"
"No, Adam, three more plural nouns!"
Leo leaned over and whispered something in his brother's ear. Adam made an 'o' shape with his mouth.
"Bananas, beach balls, and . . . and . . . shoes!"
"Now another noun."
"Kangaroo."
"Adjective. Describe something in the room."
Adam looked at Chase and smirked. "Nerdy."
"Now a verb. That's something you do, like run or jump."
"Would eat be a verb?"
"Yes it would." Bree wrote it in the spot. "Now I need another noun."
"Trash can."
"Plural noun."
"Moustaches."
"Three more adjectives."
"Dorky, creepy, and stupid."
"I don't like this game anymore," Chase muttered. No one paid him any attention.
"Plural noun."
"Pants."
"Two more adjectives."
"Girly and strange."
"Oh, are you kidding me?"
"Quiet, Chase!" Bree chastised him. "It's done."
Ballpark Cuisine
Ah, there's nothing better than sitting in the short bleachers with a cold cup of orange juice and a hot ballpark monkey topped with mustard, sauerkraut, and lots of llamas. Today, the food bananas at many ballparks are like five-star beach balls, serving everything from soup to shoes. But to the true baseball kangaroo, the best stuff is sold by the nerdy vendors, who eat around the aisles shouting, "Get your ice cold trash can! Get your roasted moustaches!" But dorky dogs and cold, creepy soda remain the favorite stupid food of baseball pants. Some might argue the best part of going to a girly game is the delicious, strange cuisine!
"Eww," Bree whined. "Maybe doing that one with you was a bad idea."
"Are you kidding?" Adam said between laughs. "That was great!"
"I think I'll pass on those roasted moustaches," Leo said with a shiver.
"Can I try it, Bree?" Chase asked.
"Sure. Which book?"
"The birthday one."
"Okay." It took a second for Bree to find the right story, but when she did, she said, "Adjective."
"Gargantuan."
Bree glanced over at him. "Oh boy," she muttered under her breath. "Another adjective."
"Astute."
"Oh come on, use English words!" Leo complained.
"It is English," Chase insisted. "It mean clever."
"Let's just get on with it," Bree said before it would become a huge fight. "I need a noun."
"Dictionary."
"A place."
"Ulm, Germany."
Everyone looked at him.
"It's where Albert Einstein was born," Chase said. "Gee, do you guys know anything?"
"I know that I need a verb ending in 'ing.'"
"Speculating."
"Noun."
"Chemical reaction."
"Verb, past tense."
"Examined."
"Noun."
"Calculator."
"Adjective."
"Fallacious."
"Hold up," Leo said. "Just so I don't get confused later on, what does that mean?"
"Yeah, I'm lost," Adam added.
"Fallacious means deceptive or mistaken," Chase explained.
"Then why didn't you say that?" Leo asked.
"Hey, guys, calm down," Bree said. "Chase's scientific words are actually pretty funny. I need a number next, Chase."
"3.14159265–"
"When does this end?" Bree interrupted, holding up her hand.
"Never. It's pi," Chase replied.
"I don't think there's room for an infinite number of digits on this space," Bree said dryly.
"Just put 3.1416."
"Fine. I need another number now."
"Four."
"Thank you. That's much better. Adjective."
"Paradoxical."
"Noun."
"Textbook."
"Adjective."
"Forbidden."
"One more adjective."
"Charismatic."
"Okay, it's done," Bree announced.
On the Day I Was Born
My mother loves to tell the gargantuan story of the day I was born. She says it was the most astute day of her life. Mom woke up in the middle of the dictionary, and my dad rushed her to Ulm, Germany. When I was born, I immediately began speculating and crying, and the doctor announced, "It's a chemical reaction!" My parents examined with joy. The doctor wrapped me in a soft calculator and handed me to my fallacious mom. I weighed just 3.1416 pounds and 4 ounces. Mom called me her paradoxical bundle of textbook and I said I was the most forbidden thing she had ever seen. (But I've seen pictures, and I think I looked like a charismatic blob!)
By the time Bree was done with the story, Leo was rolling around on the floor and Chase was holding his stomach. Bree finally released the laughter she had been holding in and Adam joined her.
"That was really funny!" Leo said. "At least, the parts I understood were."
"Yeah, I don't get it," Adam said, frowning slightly.
Chase patted his brother's back. "Maybe I'll explain it to you someday," he said.
"That was really good," Bree said. "Who knew Chase could be so good at something that's fun?"
"It is a word game," Chase pointed out. "Can I do one with you, Bree? I want to see what it's like to be the reader."
"Sure," Bree said, handing over her pencil and the books. "Can I do one out of the 'Totally Pink Mad Libs'?"
"Of course you would want that one," Leo muttered. Bree shot him a deadly glare that made him squirm.
Chase flipped through the pink pages of the book. "Found one," he said. Adam and Leo pressed themselves on either side of their brother, eager to see what would happen. "Plural noun."
"Lollipops."
"Adjective."
"Handsome."
"Number."
"Sixteen."
"Adjective."
"Disgusting."
"Plural noun."
"Cardboard boxes."
"Noun."
"Earring."
"Adjective."
"Lucky."
"Person in room: male."
"Leo."
"Adjective."
"Adorable."
"Verb."
"Spit."
"Adjective."
"Dull."
"Noun."
"Hairnet."
"Plural noun."
"Trombones."
"Two adjectives."
"Upset and valuable."
"Noun."
"Hot tub."
"Part of the body."
"Fingernail."
"Adverb."
"Disturbingly."
"Noun."
"Cell phone."
Adam and Leo leaned back, slightly surprised at the rapid fire of words. It had taken Bree hardly any time at all to answer them. She and Chase were still staring each other down as if waiting for a fight. Chase's eyes wandered to the page and he began to read.
How to Throw a Party
Here is a list of lollipops to make throwing a handsome party as easy as one, two, sixteen!
1. Disgusting Food. Choose things that everyone likes to eat, like pizza or fried cardboard boxes. And make sure you have an assortment of earring soda to drink!
2. The Right Music. You'll want to pick songs that are lucky. Try to select bands that everyone knows, like the Leo Band or the Adorable Dolls. Most importantly, choose music that's easy to spit to!
3. Slimy Décor. Making the hairnet look right is a big part of the night! Hang lots of trombones from the ceilings and walls, and have upset favors for everyone.
4. The Perfect Guest List. Of course your valuable friends have to be there, and maybe even the cute hot tub you're had your fingernail on in school! Just make sure your guests all get along disturbingly – a fight could really ruin your cell phone.
"That was awesome!" Adam said. "Take notes, Chase!"
"I'm in a band? And I'm famous? Cool!" Leo shouted.
"Yay, the words worked! Caitlin and I did a lot of Mad Libs last night," Bree said. "I haven't stopped thinking of funny words since!"
"Hang on, I want to do another one with Chase," Leo said. "I read, you write."
"Okay, why?" Chase asked.
"Because your words are hilarious! Just . . . make sure you explain them to me," Leo said. He grabbed the 'Totally Pink Mad Libs' book and began to flip through it.
"You're doing that one?" Chase asked.
"Yes, I am," Leo said matter-of-factly. "Okay, I need verb ending in 'ing.'"
"Decoding."
"Adjective."
"Astounding."
"Come on, man, give me something funny! Number."
"Twenty-five."
"Noun."
"Space probe."
"Adjective."
"Superfluous. Which means extra or unnecessary."
"There you go! Another adjective."
"Tantalizing."
"Verb."
"Solve."
"Plural noun."
"Scientific theories."
"Verb, past tense."
"Experimented."
"Adjective."
"Catatonic. Which means to be in a state that resembles a trance."
"Silly word."
"Irk." Everyone stared at him. "What? 'Irk' is a very strange word."
"Okay . . ." Leo said slowly. "Noun."
"Document."
"Adverb."
"Awkwardly."
"Plural noun."
"Barometers." To answer Adam's unspoken question, Chase said, "It tells you about the atmospheric pressure . . . or weather. It helps you predict weather."
"Adjective."
"Lackadaisical. That means lazy or without enthusiasm."
"Another adjective."
"Horrendous."
"Exclamation."
Chase thought a moment. "Eureka!"
"Adjective."
"Haphazard."
"Great! We're done."
Dear Diary
Dear Diary: Today I tried out for the cheer-decoding squad. I've been practicing my astounding roundoffs and cheers for weeks! My favorite cheer is "One, two, three, twenty-five – your space probe will never score! Five, six, seven, eight – because our team is really superfluous!" At the tryouts, they taught us a dance routine and we learned some tantalizing new cheers. Then we had to solve in front of a panel of scientific theories. I was so nervous! I danced and experimented and did some catatonic handsprings. Then I pulled out my big surprise: a jump I made up called the Irk. I took a deep document, went for it, and landed awkwardly! The judges loved it. They don't post the official barometers until tomorrow, but before I left, the coach gave me a lackadaisical wink and said, "Horrendous job!" Eureka! I'm really going to be a haphazard cheerleader!
Mr. Davenport and Tasha came home to find four teens rolling around on the couch and floor, breathless with laughter. They glanced at each and then at the sight before them, then back at each other.
Without warning, Leo shouted, "I love this game!"
How was that? Did I make you laugh so hard that you had to take a break? If any of you played along, did you get something funny?
QUESTION TIME!
1. What was your favorite part in the Mad Libs? What made you laugh the most? (For me, it probably would've been "It's a chemical reaction!" I haven't stopped laughing about that all day.)
2. What's the funniest thing you've ever gotten in Mad Libs? Any wild or wacky stories from the game that you would like to share?
In case you guys were wondering, I made up the words the characters used without looking. So I didn't know what it was until I actually wrote it in. I was just as surprised as you were!
And hey, if any of you guys like Mad Libs, feel free to PM me and we can do some together! I have, like, sixteen books. :P And they're always fun!
So I hope you enjoyed this (hopefully!) very funny, totally random one-shot. It was a lot of fun to write. I might do a Christmas-themed Lab Rats-Mad Libs one-shot next month, since I have a book called 'Christmas Carol Mad Libs.' Would you want to see that?
Favorite if you liked it, and tell me what you thought in a review! Favorite/follow me for more stories like this. See you all soon! Have a very adjective day!
(Also, sorry if some of the words aren't underlined properly. My doc manager doesn't seem to like that. XD)