That Darn Song!
A fan fiction by LM Simpson
Disclaimer: I don't own W.I.T.C.H. (no seriously, I don't).
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Table 3: Comedy/Humor
Prompt 5: Humiliation
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What a boring morning, Irma thought. It was early in the morning, which meant no Boy Comet, no Karmilla music videos, nothing.
And that was why she was watching cartoons with Christopher. Too bad he did not have good taste in what to watch; it appeared that he would watch anything, no matter how stupid it was.
However, it was apparent that even he knew when to just stop watching, as Irma found out as he got up from his spot on the floor and ran.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Did you finally get a brain and realized that Joey the Juggling Kangaroo is not even guilty pleasure worthy?"
"No!" he cried out. "Happy the Happy Hippo is about to come on! It's a bigger baby show than Telepuppies, and that's saying something! I'm getting out of here while I still can!"
"Go right ahead," she muttered as he ran out of sight. She then leaned over, reaching for the remote when all of a sudden, the TV screen turned black.
"Huh? What the…?"
Suddenly, a picture of a cartoon jungle appeared. The image was at first accompanied by stock jungle sounds, then a quick, pleasant instrumental, and then the same instrumental, only with lyrics:
"I love you,
"You love me.
"Let's sing a happy, happy song…"
Um… Okay… she thought.
Then, suddenly, the song became more upbeat:
"Happy, happy hippos!
"Happy, happy gators!
"Happy, happy birds, birds!..."
This has got to be the strangest thing I have ever heard, she continued thinking, her eyes for all she knew as big as grapefruits by now, I wonder what the actual show is like…
Getting completely back onto the couch, she watched as an episode of Happy the Happy Hippo began…
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Okay, Irma, she thought the next day, you saw Happy the Happy Hippo and you actually kinda liked it. As long as you don't show any sign of it, no one will know… Yeah, no one will ever know…
Too bad I can't get that stupid theme song out of my head! She kept thinking as she entered Mister Collins' class with Taranee and Hay Lin.
Inside the classroom, bored students were staring at the ceiling, sleeping or writing on their desks as their teacher talked about the Hundred Years War. Apart from Collin's monologue, all was, for the most part, quiet until Collins was joined with one of his pupils faintly singing:
"I love you,
"You love me.
"Let's sing a happy, happy song…"
As the girl continued singing, the entire class turned their heads towards her…
…Until Irma stopped singing. Looking at a bewildered Taranee and Hay Lin, she said, "What? What's wrong, guys?"
Then she noticed how many other people were giving her the same look. "Oh, crud…"
Suddenly, kids started pointing and laughing at her.
"Ha ha! Irma likes Happy the Happy Hippo!" one cried as Mister Collins attempted to quiet everyone down.
"Irma and Happy, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" said another.
"Hey, Irma! Let's sing a happy, happy song!" jeered yet another.
As Mister Collins finally regained control over his class, Irma sank in her chair, red as a crayon…
0000
Irma found herself walking alone on the way home. She didn't have to do it, but she did not want to explain anything to anyone, not even her friends. She had had enough criticism for one day…
All of a sudden, she heard an all too familiar voice repeating her name; it got louder and louder as it came closer.
Finally, she found herself side-by-side with Martin, who said, "Are you okay, my little sugar cookie? I heard what happened to you today…"
"Look, Martin," she said, obviously not happy, "I don't need this right now. Can't you just leave me alone?"
"But Irma, I wanna tell you something!"
"Martin, if it's that I'm a baby for watching and liking Happy the Happy Hippo, I've heard it a million times already today!"
"It's not that," he replied, "It's that…"
He pulled his shirt up, causing Irma to gasp. "You mean there's Happy T-shirts in your size?!"
"Well, yeah," he said, pulling his shirt back down, "It actually has a small cult following, to say the least… Everyone in the Happy Bears are huge fans, and we're going to watch a marathon this Saturday; wanna come?"
Irma couldn't believe her ears. Happy was a cult hit? Oh, good, she thought, I'm not the only person over three to like it…
"Uh… I'll see, I guess," she replied, not thinking halfway.
"Great!" he yelled, "It'll be at my house at eight! See ya, Irma!" he continued as he left.
Irma, however, stayed in her place, smiling. I'm not the only one…
THE END
A/N: Um… (Hopefully) see you guys next week? Yeah, that's all for this week… Until then, see y'all next week!
Bye, y'all!
LM Simpson
