All the Damned Fangirls
After finding out that the fangirls were water resistant and that dolphins hated them as much as vampires do, the Lost Boys decided to try a new plan.
"Marko!" David yelled. "I need a plan!"
"Who do you think I am, Einstein?"
"No, but you're smarter than I am."
"That I have to agree on."
"Yes, well, you're welcome."
"Oh, thank you."
"Yeah."
"Yeah…"
"Yeah…."
"Do you have a plan yet?" Paul screeched.
"OH! Yes, a plan," David said. "Well, we could burn them."
"No…we might get burned ourselves," Dwayne said.
"Oh yes, true, true." David stroked his chin for the second time that night. "I have a plan!"
All of the vampires stared at him.
"Well?" David said. "Aren't you going to ask what it is?"
"Oh, yeah," they murmured. "What is it?"
"We could force them to listen to that little twerp, Sam, sing!" David said, smiling from ear to ear.
The other vampires thought this was a genius plan, and huddled the flock of fangirls together, tied them with a bunch of leftover rope, and flew them over to the Emerson household where Sam was taking his evening bubble bath, extra bubbles this time.
A radio played as he scrubbed behind his ears like a good child and sang along with Clarence Frogman Henry to "Ain't Got No Home."
The girls started to wail, but Sam couldn't tell it wasn't his radio singing but instead was a flock of annoying freaks screaming.
Some of the girls' ears started to bleed, and the girls fell onto the ground in seizure/spaz-attack-type things.
Again, only one eighth of the girls died, and the Lost Boys were left with six eighths.
Curses.
Yay for all of my reviewers! I love all of you! Okay so review and tell me some ways to torture the fangirls. I need ideas people!
-Jodi