A/N: Back for aother ound of randomness. I'm sorry I haen't gotten to this in such a long time…I was just …busy. Yeah, that's it.
Disclaimer: Nothing really to say…
Who What What?
"What was that?" Kovu asked. "You call that a TV show? Ick. Simba, why'd you pick that?"
'I didn't pick it. I merely suggested it was on in case anyone wanted to watch."
"Yeah yeah." Kovu curled up on top of a rock. "Is there anything else on besides that mess?"
"I don't know, it kind of had redeeming features," Kiara said cheerfully.
"Like dressing a poor guy in a dress?" Kovu muttered.
"Hey," Kiara growled.
Pretty soon, the two of them were pouncing on each other and chasing each other around.
'Enough," Simba roared. 'We will just have to look for something else to watch."
Kovu let go of Kiara. "Fine, but I get to pick this time."
"Fine," Simba growled.
Kovu studied the remote and with his claw deftly pushed the buttons….
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"Welcome to the music channel!" a voice boomed.
"My name is who? My name is what? My name is-"
"Party party! Join us join us!"
"But you'll think of me."
"I won't say I-"
"Don't want to think about you, think about me. Don't want to talk this one out. Don't want to-"
"Bring me to life! Wake me up inside. Wake me up and save me from this-"
"Lies, lies, lies, yeah!"
"So tell me, are you friend or foe? We use to-"
"Ride the wings of pestilence!"
"You can hear all this and much more only when you sign up for a membership with the music channel's Music Madness Marathon!" the overly excited announced continued. "Bob, tell them what they win with their membership subscription."
Bob appeared on the screen holding up a collection of CDs. "We've complied our own list of never before heard songs by some of your favorite singers. How could anyone afford to look past "Skipping Peanut Butter" by the Grateful Dead? I don't understand why it didn't skyrocket to fame."
He pointed a finger straight at the viewers. "But now you have a chance to cash in on what the rest of the world missed. Sign up today for membership and receive these CDs of forgotten songs by hit signers absolutely free! We'll also include a CD of one of your favorite artists also absolutely free!" He finished with a very fake looking smile. "And now, back to you, Bill."
Bill reappeared sitting on a couch, holding a membership card. "Still wishing you could listen to these great hits whenever you want? Sign up now and for a minimal fee, you get those wonderful CDs Bob talked about, plus use of our exclusive Internet radio station, absolutely free! What could be better than that?"
He flashed a smile and a thumb's up sign and the commercial cut to clips of songs. In the background, a voice quickly intoned. "Lifetime membership required, cannot be canceled, returned, or refunded. CDs come with a one-year guarantee which does not cover water damage or use as a Frisbee. Lifetime membership fee of $444444 a month. If at any time you cannot pay the fee, all your assets will be taken and you will be kicked out on the street."
The two announcers reappeared on the screen with happy smiles. "Sign up today!"
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A brightly lit stage…a microphone. A girl wearing a zebra-striped jumpsuit walked out onto the stage and flipped her hair a few time before walking to the microphone. She paused, smiled at her audience and then seized the microphone.
"You don't have to worry!" she screamed
"You don't have to
be so tough.
I know you're in a hurry.
But you don't have it so tough.
And now it's up to yooooooooou
To be strong
It's on you, it's on you, it's on you
So doooooooo what you want
Don't be in such a hurry
To go on, to go on and on."
"And that was Power Kool-aide singing her new hit single, "Do it Now Because I Said So."
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"Wow, the music industry has certainly deteriorated," Simba observed.
"Augh, what is with all the crap on TV?" Kovu growled, batting the remote away.
"Let me pick something,' Kiara said eagerly. "I'll find something good."
"It'll be a girly show," Kovu complained.
"No, I promise. It'll be good. Just give me a chance."
Kovu eyed her suspiciously and then reluctantly handed over the remote. "Fine, go ahead."
