AUTHOR NOTES: Alright you weird people, you asked for it. I got bored and absolutely stuck on my Moulin Rouge fanfic so I wrote something spiffy.
Hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I did writing it. Please R/R and no flames, I only use them to toast my marshmellows.
I do not own any brand names on here or any songs.
It was a dark and stormy night, Toby Russel was suffering from drunkenness and louging in the
family room watching TV. It was hopeless, nothing would entertain her now. The figures from the screen
flashed against her face and were blury to the eye. She heard mumblings and saw women showing off their
jewelry in front of the camera and prices on the side of the screen. Oh no, not the Home Shopping
Network again.....Toby....c'mon! But then, the arm bearing the remote control was dropped and her body
went limp, falling into a deep sleep. Then the horror began.
Toby was walking through her kitchen. It was early morning and she stretched to wake those
stiff muscles again. She yawned and staggered over to the fridge, seeking to quiet that beastful stomach
that she had. A slender hand was clasped around the handle and the door was pulled open far enough so
she could squat down and search through the shelves. Then it happened, she looked all the way back at
a group of green pop cans containing Schweppes Ginger Ale. Would be normal....but they were talking.
"Hey Fred, it's cold in here. Let's bust out and get from fresh air!" Said one can.
"Alrighty, Bob!! Let's go!" Replied the other. And with that the two cans wobbled their way
to the end of the shelf and hopped off. Toby rubbed her eyes and watched all of this happen. The cans
jumped up onto the kitchen table in front of her and started dancing. Somewhere far off music started
playing.
"Lets go to the hop," Fred started singing,"lets go to the hop, let's go to the hop, let's go to
the hop! Cooommeee ooonnn, let's go to the hop!" Soon bottle of every condiment jumped out of the
fridge and onto the kitchen table, taking partners and dancing to the wild oldies music. Toby fled out of
the kitchen hoping to find some sanity in the living room.
Toby sighed and plopped down onto the couch, glancing down at the coffe table in front of her.
It had a few small trinkets on it including a depressed basset hound, two frogs with their tounge sticking
out, and a small Elvis statue. Well at least this was normal.
"Hey guys, lets rock an' roll!" Toby quickly glanced down at the Elvis statue and he gave a
smirk with a twinkle in his eye. All together they started playing music and singing.
"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog," the elvis statue began, " cryin' all the time. You ain't
nothin' but a hound cryin' all the time. Oh, you ain't never caught a rabbit, and ain't no friend of mine!"
Toby shook her head and made her way quickly out of the room, heading toward her last chance,
her own badroom, only to walk in to hear the song "La Bamba" playing loudly on her stero and her collection
of stuffed bunnies doing a train around her bed. She shrieked and ran out of her room and into the bathroom.
There, the toliet and faucet had already begun a duet.....
"How much is that doggy in the window? The one with the waggedy...."
Toby had already ran out of their and out of the house, covering her ears. When would the horror
end???? But when she uncovered her ears outside she heard nothing but the sweet sounds of birds chirping.
Until, a single car honk started all the cars on the street to start honking syncronized to Jingle Bells.
Just when she thought it was all over.....a humungous pink piggy bank the size of Japan came flying
down at Toby and bonked her on the head, knocking her out right then and there on the lawn.
It was just a dream........or was it????? DUN DUN DUUUUNNN!!!
( The effects of ginger ale everyone. )
Hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I did writing it. Please R/R and no flames, I only use them to toast my marshmellows.
I do not own any brand names on here or any songs.
It was a dark and stormy night, Toby Russel was suffering from drunkenness and louging in the
family room watching TV. It was hopeless, nothing would entertain her now. The figures from the screen
flashed against her face and were blury to the eye. She heard mumblings and saw women showing off their
jewelry in front of the camera and prices on the side of the screen. Oh no, not the Home Shopping
Network again.....Toby....c'mon! But then, the arm bearing the remote control was dropped and her body
went limp, falling into a deep sleep. Then the horror began.
Toby was walking through her kitchen. It was early morning and she stretched to wake those
stiff muscles again. She yawned and staggered over to the fridge, seeking to quiet that beastful stomach
that she had. A slender hand was clasped around the handle and the door was pulled open far enough so
she could squat down and search through the shelves. Then it happened, she looked all the way back at
a group of green pop cans containing Schweppes Ginger Ale. Would be normal....but they were talking.
"Hey Fred, it's cold in here. Let's bust out and get from fresh air!" Said one can.
"Alrighty, Bob!! Let's go!" Replied the other. And with that the two cans wobbled their way
to the end of the shelf and hopped off. Toby rubbed her eyes and watched all of this happen. The cans
jumped up onto the kitchen table in front of her and started dancing. Somewhere far off music started
playing.
"Lets go to the hop," Fred started singing,"lets go to the hop, let's go to the hop, let's go to
the hop! Cooommeee ooonnn, let's go to the hop!" Soon bottle of every condiment jumped out of the
fridge and onto the kitchen table, taking partners and dancing to the wild oldies music. Toby fled out of
the kitchen hoping to find some sanity in the living room.
Toby sighed and plopped down onto the couch, glancing down at the coffe table in front of her.
It had a few small trinkets on it including a depressed basset hound, two frogs with their tounge sticking
out, and a small Elvis statue. Well at least this was normal.
"Hey guys, lets rock an' roll!" Toby quickly glanced down at the Elvis statue and he gave a
smirk with a twinkle in his eye. All together they started playing music and singing.
"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog," the elvis statue began, " cryin' all the time. You ain't
nothin' but a hound cryin' all the time. Oh, you ain't never caught a rabbit, and ain't no friend of mine!"
Toby shook her head and made her way quickly out of the room, heading toward her last chance,
her own badroom, only to walk in to hear the song "La Bamba" playing loudly on her stero and her collection
of stuffed bunnies doing a train around her bed. She shrieked and ran out of her room and into the bathroom.
There, the toliet and faucet had already begun a duet.....
"How much is that doggy in the window? The one with the waggedy...."
Toby had already ran out of their and out of the house, covering her ears. When would the horror
end???? But when she uncovered her ears outside she heard nothing but the sweet sounds of birds chirping.
Until, a single car honk started all the cars on the street to start honking syncronized to Jingle Bells.
Just when she thought it was all over.....a humungous pink piggy bank the size of Japan came flying
down at Toby and bonked her on the head, knocking her out right then and there on the lawn.
It was just a dream........or was it????? DUN DUN DUUUUNNN!!!
( The effects of ginger ale everyone. )