HI!
This is a cliché written during a study hall, so if there are any interruptions, my classmates have taken over. : -\
Disclaimer: I don't own most of the things that are going to be mentioned, but I can't tell you what they are exactly because I'm writing this as I go.
Carry on my wayward son.
There'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest.
Don't ya' cry no more.
The radio blasted a song, that song to be exact. (AHHHHH! THE PLOT HOLE/ CLOSET HAS OPENED!) I ducked as a potholder came whizzing out.
Me: ACK! I AM GOING TO HURT THAT CLOSET ONE DAY.
::The potholder tries to attach itself to the wall, and spoke in a mystical voice::
Potholder: I am the Potholder of Power. Whosoever uses me to hold a pot will inherit my power. No one can touch me!
::The potholder flew around the room five times before landing on top of a door jam::
Me: Whatever!
::Plot hole opens and the Juicer of Power circles in::
Juicer of Power: I am the Juicer of Power. Whosoever uses me to juice a lemon will inherit my power. No one can touch me!
Me: Not another one!
::Plot hole opens and the Strainer of Power flies in::
Strainer of Power: I am the Strainer of Power. Whosoever uses me to strain spaghetti will inherit my power. No one can touch me!
Me: All right…..
::Plot hole opens and Emeril, the famous chef runs in::
Emeril: SHA-BAM! I here after the "Potholder, Juicer, and Strainer of Power." I am the one who is destined to inherit their power. Do you happen to have a hot pot, a lemon, and some wet spaghetti? I could take care of the rest.
Me: Uh.. yeah. I guess I could find something to that effect.
::I leave to find the ingredients while Emeril shouts "I am for you!" I roll my eyes.::
(Later) Me: All right, Emeril. Here's the stuff.
::Emeril defeats the utensils and leaves looking triumphant::
::Plot hole opens and Harry and my sister, Kayara tumble in.::
Kayara: You wouldn't believe who just passed us…
Me: I know, I know. Emeril. I bet he was yelling something about defeating the Utensils of Power, wasn't he?
Harry: How'd you know that?
Me: Uh… long story. Don't ask.
Kayara: By the way… we're here to find out where the talking Magna Duster went.
Me: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT????
Harry: You don't want to know.
Kayara: Harry and I were well, experimenting on a Magna Duster.
Harry: We discovered how to make things talk.
Kayara: And our Magna Duster got away.
Harry: So, we wanted to know,
Kayara: Have you seen a talking Magna Duster?
::A Magna Duster drifted in. It was singing::
Magna Duster: Carry on, my wayward son.
There'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest.
Kayara: THERE YOU ARE! COME HERE, YOU ROGUE MAGNA DUSTER!
::Harry and Kayara lunge at the Magna Duster, and after a few minutes of fighting, captured the Magna Duster in question::
Harry: Thanks Avivia, for all your help!
::Harry, Kayara, and the captured Magna Duster leave through the plot hole::
Me: Was there really any need for me to participate in any of this?
Mystical Voice: NO! AND NOW IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO SAY GOOD-BYE, AVIVIA!
Me: Good-bye, Avivia!