HAPPY 2010!!!

[Facebook conversation December 28, 2009 4:43pm]

MFS: You ready to start enacting what we'll have for our story?
TFM: Yep!
MFS: Ok "Hola!"
TFM: "Hello Citizens of the world!"
MFS: "We're back...DUN DUN DUN!!!!"

TFM: And ready to rock and roll—k, I think we can't think of anything XD
MFS: "*creepy music plays* Zora cut it out!" I can't think of anything either XD

TFM: Well, maybe the funny people staring at what we're writing can help us *watches people with bug eyes, can't blink*
MFS: "Ooooh a staring contest!"
TFM: Wanna join? All those people are REALLY good
MFS: *stares with intensity*
TFM: XD *hits the "REFRESH" button* HAAA! YOU GUYS LOSE!!! GO TEAM MFSTFM
MFS: XD! No need to rub it in there face, they ARE reading what we wrote after all

TFM: OMG, OUR INITIALS SOUND LIKE WE JUST MADE A REALLY SUPER BAD CUSSING WORD!

WHY AM I TYPING IN CAPSLOCK!?

*capslock off*

sorry, haha

MFS: HEHE IDK BUT IT'S FUN!
TFM: Haha, and for that, we thank the readers =) *bows deeply*

Oh man, now I gotta find out where I last copied and paste this conversation and add what we typed after, haha. So are we good?
MFS: Oh we're *gets a text* oh wait hold on....
TFM: =) Alright
MFS: *texts back* SOO good!
TFM: Wait, are we still doing our NYPD convo? XD OH! I thought you really got a text!
MFS: Ya hehe

TFM: You guys are watching idiots in the making =D

MFS: Yup. Its the younger version of Dumb and Dumber!

Disclaimer: We do not own nor are in anyways affiliated with Disney Enterprise or "Sonny With A Chance" and I sound like a prat for talking so boring!

*December 26* (Let's forget that weekends don't exist, or that everyone works in the weekends!)

It was the day after Christmas, the day when excited stars brought in their new gifts for the joy of it, but to also rub it in their friends' face.

Sonny Munroe, excited as could be after harnessing the true spirit of Christmas with her family last night—her dad and siblings had given a surprise visit early yesterday morn from chilly blizzard-haven Wisconsin—came skipping into the Prop House where she was sure to find the other Randoms.

"Hey, Sonny!" Nico cheered, wearing a new fedora hat. He tilted it forward. "Like m'new hat?"

Spying the top of his head, Sonny's face lit up even further. "Wow, Nico! That looks great!" she beamed. She didn't notice Grady sitting beside his friend as the girl looked over the couch, who, in turn, was intently staring at a graphing calculator.
"What'cha got there, Grady?"

The blonder of the two frowned in confusion, turning the calculator upside down and around as if it would spell out answers to him.
"I think it's a calculator ...but it's...it's talking to me!" he marveled, his eyes upon it as if it weren't functioning right. "I mean, why would my parents give me this!? I see the numbers and signs right on the buttons but..." he continued to blubber.

As Sonny peered over Grady's shoulder to find a message typed up on his calculator, Nico pulled Sonny to whisper in her ear.
"He doesn't yet know all the functions of his calculator." Sonny nodded.

Just then, tween queen Tawni Hart haughtily made her entrance into their gathering. "Who likes my new feather boa?" she heartily smiled, dramatically tossing the feathered scarf across her neck and over her shoulder. "My mommy gave it to me!" she grinned, modeling her new-loved accessory.

"My mommy got me something too!" Sonny squealed rather excitedly as she tugged the hem of her long sleeve white shirt. It just came to the attention of the Randoms that on chest of the shirt was a cute cartoon Rudolph reindeer with sequined ornaments and candy canes hanging off his antlers. What specifically caught their attention though was that with any movement, the huge red nose of Rudolph's would light up—and with Sonny enthusiastic as ever, his nose never stopped.

Tawni made a mockingly cheerful face. "Fingers crossed Rudolph burns out!" And with that, everyone minus Sonny (who pouted) quickly held up their hands, crossing their fingers and squeezing their eyes shut simultaneously.

Somewhat lamely giving an effort, Sonny shrugged non-caringly. "Well, I'm gonna put together my NYPD present! It's "So Random!"'s turn to first start off the present-giving!"

As if on cue, the sarcophagus cover swung open, revealing Zora, petting her snake. "Ooh!" Zora stated. "I need get working on that then!"

"Hey Zora!" Sonny greeted. "How was your Christmas?"

Zora shrugged, smiling. "Normal."

Nico cocked a suspicious eyebrow. "Normal meanin'?"

"Sand bags. Gnome at the top of the Christmas tree. Reindeer antlers," Zora looked at them weirdly as if they were doing something wrong. "It was fun!" she sighed happily, reminiscing.

As Zora was explaining herself, Sonny's actions went unnoticed as she grabbed her present, a gift bag, scissors, paper, crayons, and a roll of tape.

"Well, I'm gonna start. See ya!" And with that, she dashed out.

As everyone began to do their own thing, Nico and Grady noticed a large ruckus occurring towards the back of the Prop House; Tawni was off to the island table, filing her nails peacefully.
"Wha—, Zora, what in Pete's name are you doing?" Grady asked.

"I dunno about Pete," Zora mentioned as another clash of falling props happened about her, "but I'm preparing something for my NYPD!"

Nico nodded, then turned to his bro. "Man, we gotta start working on ours."

"Yeah," Grady lamely stated downcast. "But how do we know if our NYPD's a guy or girl?"

Nico continued the bout of questions. "A-and how are they supposed to know who we are?"

The two stared at each other momentarily, thinking each would answer the questions when silence lapsed on.

"Zora!!!"

Zora, who had been listening in on their fruitful conversation sighed.

"Well, you're supposed to send something that gives a hint about who you are and since I am a natural born prankster, I thought I could give 'em a gag bag!"

The boys nodded in comprehension as more loud sounds erupted from Zora's tasks.

~*~

Humming a Christmas tune to herself, Sonny happily sat at the Commissary, her NYPD present and crayons spread apart across the table—crayons for making a little cute card to her NYPD. Preparing her present had been easily—just had to drop it in the bag, it wasn't hard. As she placed the final touches on her card, she heard an obnoxious chuckle behind her. Not an obnoxious chuckle, THE obnoxious chuckled.

With frown already plastered to her face, Sonny's head swung to find Chad over her shoulder, snickering.
"Gift bag. Really, Sonny? I thought you Randoms were more original than that!"

Sonny snorted. "Course we're original."

Blatantly, Chad sneakily tried tipping the gift bag, content with the present, to peek in innocently when Sonny slapped his hand away. Hey, if he could tell who had received Sonny's present, memorizing the design of the gift bag it was in, he could bother his "Favorite Random" even more by "spilling" to her NYPD that it was Sonny. As long as he could earn some more time with Sonny, he would definitely risk it.

"Just dropping your present into a bag when you could..." Chad's drama (and egotistic) skills began to kick in, "sacrifice your time for your NYPD to experience the joy, the thrill of tearing apart crinkling wrapping paper, or their delight shining even brighter when they see that..." Chad swung dramatically to Sonny's other side, bearing his words into mind, "big nice shiny bow at the top of their present like a crystal ornament. Sonny," Chad now playfully frowned at her stunned face, "you silly girl! You're depriving your NYPD of having a cherished New Years!" Unfortunately enough, his smirk began to grow, knowing the trap had been sprung.

Sonny breathlessly tried talking but her mouth aimlessly opened and closed. "Um...." she widened her eyes in hesitation as Chad smirked on. "So...aren't you excited for this whole NYPD event?" Sonny suddenly beamed, which fell apart as soon as Chad looked disinterested, pursing his lips.
"Meh," he airily waved until glancing at Sonny's perplexed expression. "I mean, I don't see what the benefit for me is," Chad smirked, leaning against the wall as Sonny scoffed. "My NYPD gets the honor of having something sent from the hands," Chad enunciated dramatically, "of Hollywood's Bad Boy and I probably get some... weird thing from the sweaty hands of some random actor who isn't nearly half as talented as me."

"Bye Chad," Sonny's voice was strained, restricting itself from attack, her teeth clenched.
"See ya, Sonny," he said cheerily, strutting away with his hands confidently in his pocket. As soon as his footsteps were barely traced, Sonny debated on what Chad had said—wrapping it versus a gift bag.

"Hey, even Chad has his moments sometimes!" Sonny shrugged as she took the present out from the bag and began to search for some wrapping paper.

~*~

"Hey hey, Nico!" Grady found his comrade entering into the Prop House with a bunch of rocks in his hands.

"What's up, G?"

After grabbing his can of soda, Nico jumped onto the couch, finding his best friend Grady goofily marveling at a ripe yellow banana. "You gonna eat that, bro?" Nico made a face at his pal, chuckling.

"Course not!" Grady disdainfully scorned him, before reaching over to get some ribbon. "I think my NYPD is that cute new Meal-or-No-Meal girl."

"The girl with the banana?"

Grady gave off a shrug. "You know how I like my potassium!" And with that, he tied a cute little pink ribbon around the banana. "And," Grady grinned. "It's not gender-related so I don't have to care if it is a guy or girl!"

Nico nodded. "Yeah, cool. Smart...smart!" Before he had time to hide his incredibly lame present (wasn't his fault he couldn't think of anything!), Grady's twinkly blue eyes caught Nico's movements.
"What's in your hands?" Grady narrowed his eyes, stating sing-song-like.

"Nothing..." Nico said slowly, before his one hand exchanged his soda can for a bunch of glitter and dashing out the door "Gotta go!"

~*~

Once their usual Monday rehearsal, Chloe beamed to find that her NYPD had already left her a present.
"Ooh!" she peeked inside to find many little items within her gag bag, such as 12 egg-laying-chicken keychain, 11 squirting flower, 10 Chinese Finger Traps, 9 Seven - Eleven Dice, 8 fake Creepy Cockroaches, 7 Joy Buzzer, 6 Trick Birthday Candles, 5 Fake Lotto Tickets, 4 fake parking tickets, 3 Hot Pepper Chewing Gum, 2 Talking Teeth with feet, and of course, a Whoopee Cushion on a pear bush (infested with worms)!

Making a face as the worms continued to crawl through the contents, she saw her friend Penelope come waltzing in...well, not waltzing in or she would had tripped as there was a banana in her hand.
"I..." Penelope gave a suspicious glance at it. "I don't know whether I should..." she made a grim face, "eat it or what."

A/N: As the story continues, try to see if you can figure out who's whose NYPD!