Now That's Just Silly!
Wowzerz! I never thought I'd be the first one to write something like this for Thunderbirds, but it looks like I am! Yay! I am not a ripoff, unlike other writers, neener, neener, neeener.....
Eheheh...Never mind.
Anyways! Idon'townThunderbirdsIfIdidI'dclonemyselfaJohnnycakesbutIcan'tbutIownmesodon'tpretendtosohah!
And now, onto the fic.
~*~*~*~
The infernal wailing of awaiting authors echoed through the computer of the author-which just happens to be the author who's fic your reading. Ain't life crazy?
NovaGirl: Aww phooey! How am I supposed to get this work done with the infernal wailing of awaiting authors echoing through my computer!
However, this author was wise.
NovaGirl: Tee hee.
However, this author was beautiful.
NovaGirl: Okay, this is a bit much.
However---
NovaGirl: You write one more compliment to get me to get to the plot sooner, and I'll eat your soul!
It was then she realized that without a narrator this fic really WOULD go nowhere.
NovaGirl: Phooey kahooey! *crosses arms over chest* Well, this won't do. The plot isn't just going to suddenly---
But it suddenly did!
The Narrator used his Narrating Narratability to suddenly get the plot to exactly where it was meant to be?
And where was that?
Tracy Island!
BA BA DUM!
Narrator: You know NovaGirl, you don't actually need to say 'Ba ba dum'.
NovaGirl: *whimpering* But it sounds so right....
Shaddup.
~*~*~*~
It was a beautiful day on Tracy Island. The sun was rising--
Jeff: Actually, it hasn't quite risen yet.
But Jeff Tracy has? This is quite bizarre.
Jeff: No it isn't. I'm always the first one up.
Listen mister, I'm a first time narrator. Now do you want me to let you have a chance with Penelope or not?
Jeff: *grumbling* Just narrate the thing right.
I gotcha!
And with that, a strange GIRL fell onto the deck of Tracy Island!
NovaGirl: OWW! GODAMN FRICKEN! *curses a blue streak*
Needless to say, Jeff was stunned.
Jeff: Where the heck did you come from!?
Yes, noble readers, Jeff says heck. Why? Cause I'm trying to keep a low rating here!
NovaGirl: *stands up, cleaning off her clothes* Who, me?
Jeff: No, the other girl who fell from the sky.
NovaGirl *obliviously* Nifty! I'll have to meet her.
It was then that Jeff noticed that this young woman had no idea how to interpret sarcasm.
Jeff: I meant you!
NovaGirl: Well, why didn't you say so! I'm here to join you in your intrepid adventures, of course!
Everyone on the Island but NovaGirl: NO!
NovaGirl: Phooey.
It was then that the authoress blinked.
NovaGirl: Hey wait a minute, when the heck did everyone else get-
However, this young girl could not complete that sentence.
Why?
She saw JOHN.
NovaGirl, leaping forward to glomp her bishie: JohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnny
Johnny: *turning a strange shade of blue* Can't....Breathe....
NovaGirl: Whoops. ^_^
And so, with much confusion, glomping, and over all destruction, the young authoress who shall now go by Mari so that Mari may stop typing NovaGirl set herself into the island.
However!
Far away, a mysterious figure was mysteriously being mysterious!
Mysterious Figure: Mwahaha! My evil scheme is so evil it puts evil to shame! International Rescue!
*flicks cape, falls down stairs and pulls itself up quickly as to hide disgrace*
Meet your doom!
~*~*~*~
Will doom be met? Will John survive having the authoress in such close proximity? Will she ever learn to understand sarcasm? Will I ever stop talking in question format? Find out in the next chapter of Now That's Just Silly!
Wowzerz! I never thought I'd be the first one to write something like this for Thunderbirds, but it looks like I am! Yay! I am not a ripoff, unlike other writers, neener, neener, neeener.....
Eheheh...Never mind.
Anyways! Idon'townThunderbirdsIfIdidI'dclonemyselfaJohnnycakesbutIcan'tbutIownmesodon'tpretendtosohah!
And now, onto the fic.
~*~*~*~
The infernal wailing of awaiting authors echoed through the computer of the author-which just happens to be the author who's fic your reading. Ain't life crazy?
NovaGirl: Aww phooey! How am I supposed to get this work done with the infernal wailing of awaiting authors echoing through my computer!
However, this author was wise.
NovaGirl: Tee hee.
However, this author was beautiful.
NovaGirl: Okay, this is a bit much.
However---
NovaGirl: You write one more compliment to get me to get to the plot sooner, and I'll eat your soul!
It was then she realized that without a narrator this fic really WOULD go nowhere.
NovaGirl: Phooey kahooey! *crosses arms over chest* Well, this won't do. The plot isn't just going to suddenly---
But it suddenly did!
The Narrator used his Narrating Narratability to suddenly get the plot to exactly where it was meant to be?
And where was that?
Tracy Island!
BA BA DUM!
Narrator: You know NovaGirl, you don't actually need to say 'Ba ba dum'.
NovaGirl: *whimpering* But it sounds so right....
Shaddup.
~*~*~*~
It was a beautiful day on Tracy Island. The sun was rising--
Jeff: Actually, it hasn't quite risen yet.
But Jeff Tracy has? This is quite bizarre.
Jeff: No it isn't. I'm always the first one up.
Listen mister, I'm a first time narrator. Now do you want me to let you have a chance with Penelope or not?
Jeff: *grumbling* Just narrate the thing right.
I gotcha!
And with that, a strange GIRL fell onto the deck of Tracy Island!
NovaGirl: OWW! GODAMN FRICKEN! *curses a blue streak*
Needless to say, Jeff was stunned.
Jeff: Where the heck did you come from!?
Yes, noble readers, Jeff says heck. Why? Cause I'm trying to keep a low rating here!
NovaGirl: *stands up, cleaning off her clothes* Who, me?
Jeff: No, the other girl who fell from the sky.
NovaGirl *obliviously* Nifty! I'll have to meet her.
It was then that Jeff noticed that this young woman had no idea how to interpret sarcasm.
Jeff: I meant you!
NovaGirl: Well, why didn't you say so! I'm here to join you in your intrepid adventures, of course!
Everyone on the Island but NovaGirl: NO!
NovaGirl: Phooey.
It was then that the authoress blinked.
NovaGirl: Hey wait a minute, when the heck did everyone else get-
However, this young girl could not complete that sentence.
Why?
She saw JOHN.
NovaGirl, leaping forward to glomp her bishie: JohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnny
Johnny: *turning a strange shade of blue* Can't....Breathe....
NovaGirl: Whoops. ^_^
And so, with much confusion, glomping, and over all destruction, the young authoress who shall now go by Mari so that Mari may stop typing NovaGirl set herself into the island.
However!
Far away, a mysterious figure was mysteriously being mysterious!
Mysterious Figure: Mwahaha! My evil scheme is so evil it puts evil to shame! International Rescue!
*flicks cape, falls down stairs and pulls itself up quickly as to hide disgrace*
Meet your doom!
~*~*~*~
Will doom be met? Will John survive having the authoress in such close proximity? Will she ever learn to understand sarcasm? Will I ever stop talking in question format? Find out in the next chapter of Now That's Just Silly!
