Disclaimer: We do not own YJ, Candy Mountain, Portal, The Princess Bride, Mario, Kirby, Star Wars, or anything else mentioned below. Or markers. 'Cause if we did, this would happen to us. A lot. No matter how much we wish we did.
P.S. The bold italicized words are Scarab speaking to Jaime.
Tim, Garfield, and Jaime were lying on the floor of the Cave, as bored as ever. There was no one else there, so they had practically nothing to do. Tim looked around the room and noticed a dead body in the corner. Suddenly Jaime said, "Hey guys, we should go ride a blimp." "Only if there are dead bodies. Of cute girls. I like dead cute girls." Tim replied smiling, when Garfield chimed in, "Yeah, I do too. But, they gotta have fleas. Everyone digs fleas. That's why I keep them around." "Uh, Gar, the only people who like fleas are dogs. But I like dogs. So I guess I like fleas, too?" Jaime responded confusedly. "Um, I'm not sure how that works but I guess that counts." Tim said.
All of a sudden Garfield spoke. "Hey guys, look, I drew a picture of Candy Mountain." "Yay, Candy Mountain!" They all shouted in sing-song voices, immediately Beetle started rambling. "I like candy. Like starbursts, and chocolate, and sour candy, and butterfingers. But I especially like gummy bears." "Gummy bears!" "Gar, you know how you get around Gummy bears." "But Tim." "Ooh, I could fly over to the convenience store and get some gummy bears." That is not advisable. "Shut up!" "Uh, you okay Beetle?" "Um, no. I am not bueno."
A few minutes later, while they were still acting like lunatics, they heard a robotic female voice announcing the arrival of Nightwing. "Hey, it sounds like GLaDoS!" "No! The cake is a lie!" Beetle screamed. "You guys are idiots. It sounds like Darth Vader." Tim said matter-of-factly. "Hey, look, it's Princess Peach." Tim said, pointing at Nightwing. "No, he's Princess Bubblegum." "No, He's obviously Princess Buttercup. Dummies." Garfield replied, rolling his eyes. "Hey, one of those markers actually smells like bubblegum. I like that one." Just then, Nightwing looked down at the psychotic teens, and noticed the uncapped markers strewn about the floor. "Alright, who's idea was it to sniff the markers?" "It was his." They all replied, pointing in different directions. "Who's?" "Kirby's. He loves markers." Gar stated, sounding irrefutable. "Hey, Nightwing, it's just like that time you and Wally mfmfgngfn." "Don't. Talk. About. That." Dick said, his hand clamped over Tim's mouth.
. . . . . . . . . .SPARROW.
Pretty soon, the teenagers were all "asleep" on the floor (courtesy of Dick Grayson), still surrounded by the mess of uncapped markers, while Nightwing sat in the kitchen trying to figure out a way to explain this to the rest of the Team. As Nightwing was sitting there pinching the bridge of his nose, he heard the computer announce Batman's entrance. "Ah, crap." He muttered as Batman walked into the room. "What happened here?" "It's a long story." Nightwing replied, not even bothering to look up.
A/N This started as another story but then Falcon came in and wrote half of a sentence about a dead body and it all went down hill from there. We hope you liked it anyway. It's kinda stupid, but it was easier to write than any of our other stories. So watev.
Blu J's Word of the day: Scootch (like "Scootch over, Falcon!")