New Strike Force parody! I wasn't going to write another one originally, but I got some really good ideas for this one. I'm not going to make a parody of every episode, just the ones I have ideas for. This one introduces Harley Quinzel, another character from 'The Secret Diaries of Alfred Pennyworth.' Check it out if you want to read more of her and Jack's adventures!
The cast of FOX's Gotham sat at the reading table, ready to read over their newest script for the next episode of their hit television series. Even more than that, however, they were ready to welcome their newest cast members, Michael Chiklis playing Nathaniel Barnes, and Natalie Alyn Lind as Silver St. Cloud. It would be their first table reading, and nothing could go wrong. Just to make sure, they tripled security and put locks on all the doors. The cast was still pretty shaken from the incident a while ago.
Michael shook hands with Ben, and Natalie seated herself at the table.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." Michael said with a warm smile.
Ben smiled back. "I can't wait to work with you. I'm sorry I can't introduce you to Bruno and Danny, but they aren't here yet. I don't know where they-"
"Hello, Cast of Gotham!" a voice said, with maniacal laughter following. The cast gazed in awe and a tinge of fear at Jack, the boy from last incident, except this time, he brought a friend. A fourteen year old girl skipped in beside him. The girl had blonde pigtails and shared his crazed grin, dressed in a small black and red skirt with a diamond necklace around her neck.
"How did you get through security?" Donal asked, backing away a bit. Perhaps if he was slow enough, he could sneak out the window.
Jack boomed, "It doesn't matter. What matters is that I noticed that you people didn't produce the script I wrote. I watched episode three on TV, and it was the original script! Well, I already got paid for the script, so I guess I just had to write another one!" The boy and his henchgirl threw a few books at the cast, with the title 'Strike Force JUSTICE LEAGUE' written on them. That wasn't good.
"Isn't it nifty?" Harley asked. "And you're going to read it, or I'm going to blow up this entire place with this remote!"
"That's a flashlight."
"So, let's start with Penguin's line!"
In Penguin's headquarters, the crime bosses and businessmen of Gotham sat at a table, bickering amongst each other, none of them having any idea knowing what to do until Oswald Cobblepot cocked his shotgun up and made a few holes in the ceiling.
"Gentlemen! Ladies! Others! I'm looking at you, Frank!" he yelled, glaring at a henchperson whose gender no one could decipher. "Let's discuss the future with a little civility, shall we?"
"Why?" a man with a Mohawk asked.
Penguin glared at him. "Because this is a classy business!"
"Well, we're all dressed like hookers and wannabe DJ's, and you just shot the ceiling, so..."
"I WILL SHOOT YOU SO HARD, THE BULLET WITH GO IN YOUR MOUTH, BOUNCE OFF YOUR UVULA, BOUNCE OFF YOUR BRAIN, SHOOT OUT OF YOUR EYEBALL, AND LAND BACK IN MY GUN!"
"Okay, I'm just saying."
Penguin sighed and started walking back to his seat at the end of the table. "This city belongs to us know, but that comes with responsibility. I know one of you was behind the Arkham breakout, but none of you are talking, so who was it?"
A henchman raised their hand. "We thought it was you."
Penguin slapped his forehead. "If it was me, why would I ask you about it? Now go sit in the corner!"
"I don't want to-"
"That is it!" Penguin picked up a glass of lemon juice and threw it in the henchman's face. The henchman rubbed his burning eyes and whimpered, going to go sit in the corner. The rest of the henchmen filed out of the room, and Penguin sat down to massage his temples.
"Are you okay, Boss?" Butch asked.
Penguin sighed, "Where's Selina? She's my pet cat and she's officially the smartest person here."
"I don't know. She said she was going to visit her... boyfriend or something."
"And you let her?"
"Hey, I'm not made of stone. I can't deny young love."
Penguin slumped down on the table, wondering why everyone was so stupid, when a woman walked through the door.
"Who are you?" Penguin asked.
The woman glared, "Theo Galavan needs to see you. Also, the fact that your pet cat has a date and you don't is kind of sad."
"There is a rifle right over there!"
(SHOT OF SKYLINE)
Theo, his back turned, heard Butch and Penguin come through the door. "Ah, Mr. Cobblepot! I've been expecting you."
Penguin snorted, "Yes, I'm sure you- WHOA! EARS!" Penguin jerked back when Theo turned around, letting Penguin see his elf ears. Penguin tried to regain his composure, brushing himself off. "Why have you called me here?"
Theo then explained his long and complicated plan about destroying Gotham by killing mayoral candidates while his sister fell asleep a bit. Penguin then shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not your man. You need an assassin. You can find them in the phonebook under A."
"You can't spell assassin without ass." Tabitha snorted, crossing her arms.
Theo held Penguin back. "Just wait. Let me show you my sister's new favorite reality show. She's addicted!"
Tabitha held up the TV remote and turned on the TV, to show Penguin the image of some random lady locked in a bedroom. Penguin looked confused. "Who is that?"
"That's your mother, right?"
"No."
ABOUT THREE WEEKS AGO...
"Let's go to the charity ball, Butch!" Penguin said.
"Okay, Boss." Butch sighed.
"Ooh, and let's bring Mother!"
"I don't think that's a good idea. I mean, you're the king of Gotham. If people knew she was your mom, she could be in serious danger."
"Oh, good point. I'd better bring another random lady and say she's my mother. Good idea, Butch. Also, go and find a little girl for me. I need a pet. Preferably one that looks like a cat, I don't like dog girls."
BACK TO THE PRESENT...
Theo slapped his forehead. Penguin started to leave, and Theo was powerless to hold him back. Then, his sister reminded him of the other thing she had found out. Penguin was a huge Frozen fan. Theo sighed, having his only option laid out for him, and then he started singing, to the tune of 'Do You Wanna Build A Snowman,'
"Do you wanna destroy Gotham?
It's the worst city in the world,
I'd use a bomb, but I'm trying to
Think of a plan to
Kill Bruce Waaaaaaaaaayyyyyynnnnneeee!"
Penguin stopped in his tracks. That was his favorite song from Frozen. He couldn't resist. He had to sing along.
"It gets a little lonely
Being a crime king
And watching the hours tick byyyyyyyyy!"
The two men made simultaneous ticking noises.
"Do you want to destroy Gotham?
We don't even have to use a bomb."
Penguin sang the last line alone. "I'm on booooaaardddddd."
(SHOT OF SKYLINE)
"I'm sick of all your holier-than-thou crap, Gordon!" a detective yelled.
Jim growled, "Yeah, then how about you do some work?"
A chair broke, gaining the attention of the precinct. A detective yelled to the man who broke the chair, "You're going to have to pay for that!"
The bald man growled and shouted, "Atten-hut!"
All the cops stood up, except for Bullock, who was drunk. He just fell over.
Barnes paced around the room, looking at the sad excuse for a police force that stood before him. "Your boss and nine of your brothers were killed in this house. Are you ashamed? I wasn't even here and I'm ashamed. Those of you who aren't ashamed are welcome to leave right now. Some of you are lying to yourselves."
Barnes called up some names, and the cops stood before him, slight fear in their eyes.
"You people are not cops. Drug selling, murder, racketeering, arson? You're all fired! From now on, no one gets a free pass!"
One of the cops he fired raised their hand and whimpered, "Does that mean we can arrest you?"
"Arrest me? What for?!"
"Well, you broke in here and broke a chair. That's vandalism, and you could get a fine of 30 thousand dollars and two months in jail depending on the crime."
Barnes nodded. "You're re-hired. I like your attitude. Not a fan of the back-talk, but I like your style. Everyone else, get back to work!"
(GOTHAM)
Lee Thompkins woke up in the middle of the night, groaning and picking up the ringing phone.
"Hello?" she said.
It was Captain Barnes. "Dr. Thompkins. Get ready, I'm going to be sending you a lot of dead bad guys."
"I don't think that's the right attitude for a police captain."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, shouldn't you be arresting the bad guys? Because you seem pretty interested in killing them."
"Just put Jim on the phone."
Lee rolled over in her bed and handed the phone to Jim. He was still sleeping, so Lee had to hit him on the forehead with the phone. Even then, Jim was still muttering in his sleep, "No, Penguin! I will not go out with you!"
Lee finally woke up Jim, and he grabbed the phone. Captain Barnes said, "Jim, come to the old academy at 007, I need to talk to you."
"Okay, but how did you-"
"These detectives may be corrupt, but they're still detectives. Everyone knows you're banging the ME."
Robin raised his hand again, and Jack called on him. "Yes, Mr. Penguin?"
"How are you even here?" Robin asked. "We tripled security since last time."
Harley jumped up and hugged her insane boyfriend. "Because my Puddin's special!"
Jack shrugged. "Also, I have a taser. So, any other issues?"
Camren raised her hand. "I have a question, why does-"
"Good, no questions! Now let's see, where were we?"
"Littlefield! Pinkney! Josie! Garret! Ummm... that one!" Jim called, as the GCPD's new Alpha unit lined up, ready to accept their new jobs.
Barnes smiled. "As of right now, you are now unit Alpha of the GCPD Avengers!"
They were silent, until Officer Garret said, "That's a terrible name."
"How about the X-men?" Barnes asked.
"Nope."
"Strike Team."
"Not even close."
"Fantastic Four."
"There are seven of us."
"Too bad, I kind of liked that one."
Jim jumped in with a suggestion. "How about the Strike Force?"
The team nodded in acceptance, and Barnes smiled. "Welcome to the new GCPD Strike Force!"
(SHOT OF SKYLINE)
Theo Galavan stood at a podium in front of city hall, accepting his medal for Valor and Bravery, since he stabbed a maniac in the neck and saved Bruce Wayne's life. Bruce Wayne was going to be there, but he was too busy being snooty and stoic. Theo took the medal from a man and put it around his neck with a chuckle. Then, one of the paparazzi raised their hands. "Mr. Galavan, why aren't you running for mayor?"
"Well, I..." Theo said, with a very long pause as he looked over at the empty street. "Well, I think..."
"Mr. Galavan, are you looking for something?" a camera man asked.
Theo sighed. "I don't know, but I certainly wouldn't expect a guy with a gun in a car right now..."
There was an awkward silence, and a paparazzi asked, "What's wrong with your ears?"
"There's nothing wrong with-"
Just then, a masked man in a car came driving by, shooting a gun at the crowd. Everyone ducked down, and no one died. Theo took a deep breath and said, "You know what? If the bad guys want me to stop running for mayor, I guess I've got no choice. I will run for mayor."
Everyone cheered, and then one person asked, "So no cops are going to chase after that guy?"
"Apparently not."
(SHOT OF SKYLINE)
A scrawny short man who walked like a penguin and a big man who seemed to be his henchman walked into Janice Caulfield's Office, and even though everyone in Gotham knew who Oswald Cobblepot and Butch Gilzean were, no one really made that connection.
Penguin was wearing a mask, and said something that sounded like, "Mmmfffhhh, Mmmmhhuu mmmaii mmmmeeeerrrr"
"You have hair?" Butch asked.
Penguin shook his head. "Mmmhhuuu mmmai mmmeeer"
"Who's a bear?"
Penguin just ripped off his mask in front of the witnesses. "I said, Butch, you stay here."
Butch nodded, and Penguin limped into Janice Caulfield's private office, holding a knife. Butch held the witnesses back, as they watched their boss being stabbed through the window. Then, Penguin walked out with blood smeared on his forehead and said, "Butch, let's go."
Butch turned to the witnesses. "Remember. We have your names and addresses, so don't give us up. Remember, blue skies and cornfields."
(VIDEO OF PENGUIN AND THEO PLAYING JUST DANCE. HA HA, KIDDING. SHOT OF SKYLINE)
Alfred circled around the car to get to Bruce, who was walking from the school in his uniform, books in hand. Alfred took Bruce's knapsack and said, "Ah, Master Bruce! You know, I can always pull up front."
Bruce shook his head, looking at the ground. "It's okay. I just..."
"You don't want the other kids to know you have a butler." Alfred nodded understandingly. Bruce didn't want to say his butler was correct. Instead, he just started to the back of the limo.
"Uh, where are you going, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked.
Bruce stopped in his tracks, not knowing what was happening. Then, Alfred handed him some running shoes.
"Now, I clocked Wayne Manor at exactly six and a half miles. It should take you ninety minutes to two hours to get there, depending on how many times you stop." Alfred threw Bruce's knapsack into the car and started to get in.
Bruce stood, confused. "Y-You expect me to- to walk?"
"No, Master Bruce." Alfred smiled. "I expect you to run."
"But there are still maniacs from the Arkham breakout on the loose!"
"I suppose you'll just have to fight them off."
"There's a huge wall in front of the school!"
"You know how to climb, don't you?"
"So, you drove six and a half miles all the way out here just to give me shoes and drive off into the sunset and leave me here?"
"It's called tough love, Master Bruce. See you at home two hours later!" And with that, Alfred got into the car, started the gas, and drove off into the distance, leaving a dumbfounded Bruce standing in the middle of the street, his jaw dropped wide. Suddenly, a finger tapped his shoulder, and he turned around to see Selina Kyle standing behind him.
"Selina? What are you doing here?" Bruce asked.
Selina shrugged. "Eh, I was bored. I was going to pay your butler a visit, but then I figured, 'What's the point?'"
Bruce nodded. "But, I should get home. I only have two hours before Alfred gets worried."
Selina grinned at her boyfriend's naiveté and pulled him to the side. They were standing at a grove of trees behind the school, and Selina pushed one of the bushes to the side so Bruce could see through the garden. He could see Wayne manor over the field, about a quarter mile away.
"It's a shortcut." Selina smiled. "Your butler can train you, but I know the streets. So, that's about a ten minute walk, and your butler is expecting you in two hours, so that gives us about a hundred and five minutes to do whatever we want. Want to try something fun?"
Bruce then put his books down and lay down on the grass with his shirt up so Selina could blow on his belly.
(SHOT OF SKYLINE)
"Okay, what has millions of teeth and draws in beautiful women? My pants zipper." Ed grinned, talking to his imaginary friend, Evil Ed. He was practising lines to ask out Kristen Kringle with.
"Wow." Evil Ed gasped. "You know, I always believed that if you put something on a scale of one to ten, you should pick one to ten and not cheat and say 'a billion' or 'negative ten' or something. But, I just can't bring myself to give you a one. Right now, you are a negative ten."
Ed sighed. "Well, how am I supposed to ask Miss Kringle out?"
"Okay, first off? Stop calling her Miss Kringle. Her name is Kristen."
"Okay."
"No, seriously. Every time you call her Miss Kringle, just take that lamp and smack it over your head. I honestly can't believe I have to live with you."
"You don't have to be mean."
Evil Ed sighed, wanting to kill himself with the saw on the table, but knowing that if he tried, it would just pass through his imaginary head. "Okay, just tell Kristen that you want dinner with her. Be confident."
Ed took a deep breath and started. "Would you like dinner with me, Miss Kringle?"
"GAH, YOU CALLED HER MISS KRINGLE AGAIN!" Evil Ed screamed and jumped on Ed to start strangling him.
Bullock just walked into the records annex to find Ed rolling around on the ground, losing a fight against his imaginary friend.
Jack jumped around with glee with Harley, while the cast dumbfoundedly read their scripts. Jack was about to go on when he noticed Camren texting someone.
"Hey, Cat!" Jack yelled, nearly making Camren drop her phone. "No texting during table readings!"
"Sorry, it won't happen again." Camren said, so Jack would look away. When he did, she turned her phone back on and continued texting security.
Alfred went back down to the main floor of the restaurant, leaving Bruce alone with Theo at a table. Some waiters brought them their food, and Bruce paid the bill. He didn't go out much, but he had to thank Theo for saving his life.
"You like this place?" Theo asked.
Bruce smiled. "It's the first time I've been here. I-I don't go out much."
"Well, we could change that. I could always find some tedious function to drag you to."
Bruce nodded, and started eating his soup. Wanting to strike up a conversation, Theo asked, "Isn't it shocking that in all this time, the police have failed to advance the investigation of your parent's demise?"
"Yeah. Detective Gordon apologized to me like four times, but still never got anywhere with it."
"Remind me not to lend money to that guy."
"Noted." Bruce smiled, and his eyes wandered to the scenery outside the window. What he saw made him freeze in his seat, his mouth gaping open and his eyes dreamily glazing over. Theo smirked at his reaction, and knew exactly what he was seeing.
"That's Silver." Theo said.
Bruce shook out of his daze. "Pardon?"
"Silver St. Cloud. Her father was my brother. She's my ward now. Would you like to meet her?"
Bruce was silent until Theo was going to ask again. Bruce asked, "Is her leg supposed to bend that way?"
Theo looked out the window confused, and he saw a girl in a black leather jacket and ripped jeans, dipping his 'ward' into the fountain water and yelling something. Bruce and Theo ran down as fast as they could and out the door to see what was happening.
"Selina, what are you doing?" Bruce asked.
Selina sighed, not stopping her harassment of Silver. "I'm trying to wash off this girl's stupid blonde hair dye!"
Silver got up and tried to dry herself off. "This is my natural hair color!"
"Oh, really? It looks about as real as your boobs."
Theo stepped between the girls, trying to hold his niece back. "Girls, what's wrong here?"
Selina brushed herself off and took a deep breath. "Well, the GCPD has a new captain, and there are no longer any free passes for anyone in Gotham."
"I was just splashing around in the fountain." Silver said. "That's not a crime."
"It is if you're over five!" Selina growled, starting to walk off, but bumping into Bruce. "Oh, hey kiddo. Come on, I just stole some new bikinis, and I have no one to tell me how hot I look in them."
Bruce happily ran after the girl out onto the street and disappearing into the trees, leaving a disappointed Theo standing with his very wet niece.
"I told you, you were supposed to stand here and look hot." he said.
"I thought I was."
"What teenage boy finds a girl splashing in a fountain hot?! Well, come on. Let's follow them. What size bikini do you wear?"
"Uncle, I think you're taking this too far."
"I've been planning this for three hundred years! Now I'm going to stay here and entertain the butler. You go find Bruce, stuff these napkins in your bra, and make eye contact with his belt buckle."
(GIVE ME AN S! GIVE ME AN H! GIVE MY A -OT OF SKYLINE! WHAT'S THAT SPELL?)
Penguin and Butch were sitting in the front of their car in the dead of night, waiting for Zsasz to return. They were parked in front of a mayoral candidate building. They didn't say a word until Butch struck up a conversation.
"Boss, I know I have to do whatever you say. But at least tell me why we're doing it." Butch sighed.
Penguin took a deep breath and sighed, "He likes Frozen, Butch. He's one of us."
Butch didn't say anything as Penguin turned on the car radio and started listening to 'Let It Go.' There was a giggling, and the silhouette of a little girl in a black leather jacket and a little boy dressed like a rich nerd ran past the car. Butch asked, "Who was that?"
Penguin sighed. "Never interrupt Let It Go!" and he started humming along to the radio.
Meanwhile, Victor Zsasz walked into the office of a man who was not given a name in the original script, but will be called Robert here. Much like the precinct and Wayne manor, there were no metal detectors or security or ID requirements, so assassins like Zsasz could walk in whenever they pleased. In fact, a few days ago, Balloonman and Zaardon the Soul Reaper walked into the precinct, got some coffee, and walked out.
None of Robert's men moved when Zsasz walked into the room and stood at the head of the table.
"What are you doing here?" Robert asked.
Zsasz shrugged. "Volunteering. Cool pins." Zsasz picked up a pin from the basket on the table and put it on his lapel, doing a campaigning pose.
"Those are three ninety-nine each!" Robert growled. "Morris, protect my income!"
A guard named Morris stepped up and held his hand out, waiting for Zsasz to fork over the money.
Zsasz laughed. "Oh sorry. I think this bullet cost three ninety-nine." Zsasz loaded his gun and shot Morris in the face, making him fall back dead.
Robert shook his head. "There's blood on it, that makes it worth less!"
Zsasz pulled out his guns and started shooting wildly at Robert's men, knocking them down left and right. Robert ran into the hall and down the stairs, and Zsasz followed. They were outside, and Zsasz was ready to kill another mayoral candidate when...
Zap! Jim Gordon shot a taser gun into Victor Zsasz's side, and Zsasz jerked around spastically until he fell on the ground, twitching unconscious and murmuring quiet pained whispers. Jim sighed and turned back to Captain Barnes and the Strike Force, waiting in the police van.
"Good idea bringing this along, Barnes." Jim said, twirling the taser gun in the air. "I was going to get a bunch of guns and just shoot him."
Barnes shrugged. "Well, if you want to take down bad guys, you have to bring the heavy guns."
"Good point." Jim said.
"So, do you want to check out front and see if the people who hired him are still there?"
"Good idea. That's why you're the boss."
The Strike Force went out to the front, and Penguin did a hilarious freaked-out face before Butch started the gas and started driving away from the cops and back to the hideout.
(SHOT OF SKYLINE)
Penguin sat at his table, twiddling his thumbs when Butch walked in, wondering what was up with his boss.
"Boss, is something wrong?" Butch asked.
Penguin sighed. "Get me a drink."
Butch winced, "I don't think that's a good idea. I mean... every time I get you a drink, you find a way to break the glass. We're running out of glasses here, boss. I mean, you threw one into the fireplace, you threw another at a wall, you shot one, I don't think that you-"
"Then get me a plastic cup!"
"Okay, I'll check and see if we bought any... plastic cups."
Butch left, and Penguin waited until Jim walked in, and he didn't look happy. Penguin was not in a good mood at the moment.
"You murdered Janice Caulfield." Jim growled. "Why? You're the King of Gotham. What do you gain from killing mayoral candidates?"
Penguin sighed. "Go away Jim."
Jim didn't go away. "We have a new police captain. No more favors. We're taking you down."
That was it. Penguin had another angry-gasm. He slammed his hand down on the table and yelled, "You came here with no men, no guns and why?! Because you would hate for your new boss to find out that you gunned down Ogden Barker in cold blood over a debt. A debt to me! And I suppose the day before you didn't ask me to run Commissioner Loeb out of town just so you could get your old job back?"
That shut Jim up. He started to walk away, and Butch came back with Penguin's drink in a paper cup. Penguin got an idea and yelled, "Oh, wait, Jim!"
Jim turned back, and Penguin threw the paper cup at Jim's forehead. Jim stood still, not hurt at all, and a bit embarrassed for Penguin. Penguin turned back to Butch and screamed, "Get me a glass cup!"
"See, if that was a glass cup, you would've broken it." Butch said.
While Penguin and Butch squabbled over the use of paper or glass cups, Jim walked away confused and embarrassed.
(SHOT OF SKYLINE)
Bruce walked through the school grounds with his knapsack slung over his shoulder, awkwardly traipsing around the school ground. He walked past the fountain when he heard a familiar voice say, "Hey, Bruce." He turned around to see Silver in the school uniform stand up and smile. She asked, "Do you want to get lunch together?"
"Sorry, Silver. I promised Selina I would play with her at lunch today."
An hour later, in the streets of Gotham near a broken fire hydrant and a gang of street kids, Selina leaned against a fire hydrant fixing the goggles on her head. Then, Bruce walked back with the bagels she had told him to buy.
"Okay, I got the bagels. What are we going to do with them?" Bruce asked.
Selina smirked, "What do you think?"
There was then an adorable montage of the two kids running through the wet streets and throwing bagels at each other.
(SHOT OF SKYLINE)
"What do you think? Red or blue?" Theo asked, holding up some campaign pins in the mirror. Behind him, Barbara and Tabitha were lying down on some bean bag chairs.
"Red." Tabitha said.
"Blue." Barbara shrugged.
"Blue it is." Theo grinned, throwing the red pin on the ground.
Barbara sighed, "I'm bored. I want some fun."
"Patience, Barbara." Theo smirked, turning back to her. "Your time will come."
Barbara sighed, flipping on her stomach and collapsing on the ground. "So, did you actually like Frozen, or did you just need Penguin to like you?"
"What do you think, Barbara?"
(SHOT OF SKYLINE)
Penguin sat in his comfy chair, watching the fireplace and drinking from a glass cup. He won that argument. But he was worried. A while ago, he was singing along to his Frozen DVD when Selina came in with a video camera and threatened to release the video to the public. Butch came through the door, sad.
"Did you find her?" Penguin asked. Butch shook his head, and left Penguin to his sorrow. Penguin couldn't take it anymore. He threw his drink into the fireplace and screamed.
(GOTHAM)
Harley hugged her boyfriend and grinned, "Isn't Mr. J a great writer?"
The cast of Gotham sat completely still, not knowing what to say. Jack shrugged, thinking they were in awe of his amazing writing. "Okay, glad you liked it! Tomorrow, we shoot the new Gotham theme song! Imagine, it's black and white at first, and then we have close-ups of all your faces with happy music, and then all of you stand together and smile for the camera, and the title goes, 'GOTHAM'"
The cast didn't say anything, and then David shrugged, "A theme song could be fun."
Michael sighed, "Okay, I'm confused. Are these kids supposed to be here, or..."
Finally, the door was kicking open, and a team of SWATs came in with machine guns aimed for Jack and Harley, and one yelled, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Jack. Get your hands up!"
Jack grinned, and held up a remote control. "Time to make my quick getaway!" He and Harley jumped out of the window, landing in a purple lamborghini and driving away, and the security team chased after him. Meanwhile, the cast sat at the table and flipped through the script again.
"It's actually not a bad script." James shrugged.
Donal nodded. "I mean, the theme song idea has some potential."
Erin got out of her seat and picked a flashlight up off the ground. "Hey, that boy dropped his bomb detonator."
"That's a flashlight, Erin." Ben said. "That kid was lying."
Erin shrugged. "Well, at least we have a new flashlight for the studio." She pressed the button on the side and turned to flashlight on, and the sound of an explosion in the parking lot made everyone in the room freeze, jaws dropped.
Thanks for reading to the end! I'm either going to make a parody of By Fire, or Mommy's Little Monster. Whichever one would be funnier. Most likely Mommy's Little Monster, but we'll see.
