WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS NOT NEW. IT HAS BEEN EDITED.
AMWAHAHHA didn't see THAT coming last chappie huh? I had to. Besides, EVERYONE knows that Todd sings Elmo's World in his sleep...right Todd?
Todd: NO! Nobody can know that Micky!
Micky: Oh well. Now everyone knows.
Todd: You're NOT funny. Hey, I wonder what's for dinner?
Micky: … LOTSA SPAGHETTI!
(Inside joke. Do not ask)
I also don't own anything...and I'm still bored from editing everything.


Later that night…

Mr. Todd was walking down the hall to his room when he heard giggling. He looked to the sky, as if saying, why me? Why now? He begrudgingly opened the door and found Micky and Brooke playing some game on his hotel room floor. There was writing, lines, and a few circles and scribbles on the paper they were using.

Mr. Todd cleared his throat and waved his hands a bit, but the girls were too absorbed in the game to notice him. He almost died when he heard Brooke call out:

"OKAY! You live in a mansion with a tiger, you work as a lion-tamer, you and Mr. Todd are married, and you have seventy-nine children!

Both Micky and Mr. Todd felt their jaws drop. There was silence for a few seconds, then Micky stands up, and says, "I'm gonna do a little dance. Oh, yes I am." And she proceeded to do so. Brooke started to laugh.

She didn't notice Mr. Todd until she ran smack into him and fell on the ground. He glared at her. "What is this…this business?"

Brooke started laughing even harder. She is completely sadistic. Oh, well.

Micky looked up at him from the spot on the floor. "Well…well, I…Brooke…" She was thinking extremely hard, and she had her arms crossed and pouted. "Well, Brooke already got Dylan Sprouse, so you're pretty much the only person left! So there!"

Mr. Todd looked at them, then nodded sympathetically at Micky. "Wow. What kind of friend would steal Dylan Sprouse? That's just inhumane."

Micky exclaimed, "I KNOW, RIGHT?"

Brooke said, "HEY!"

Mr. Todd thought for a while, then suggested, "Well what about that one fellow, what was his name? Deck…Deep…oh, Depp! Yes, what about that Depp guy?"

Micky stared at the ground.

"CRAP!"

Brooke looked like she was gonna pass out from laughter. "Well, now you're stuck with Mr. Todd, I guess."

Mr. Todd looked frantically at Brooke. "Wait, what? Wasn't that just a game you guys were playing? That's not real life, is it?"

Micky opened her mouth to answer 'no', but Brooke wanted to mess with Mr. Todd some more. "Oh, believe me, it's real life, all right. You guys had better get married, or else… or else you guys will be cursed! With my magic…banana." She pulls out a random banana from behind her. "Say hello…banana."

Micky screamed, "MAGIC BANANAS!"

Brooke kept staring at Micky. "Yes. Magic…bananas…"

Mr. Todd looked like he was gonna burst into tears. "But…BUT I DONT WANNA GET MARRIED TO A…A…" He thought a moment, then turned to Micky. "Actually, I have no clue how to describe you."

"Nobody does," says Micky, then bursts into maniacal laughter while singing 'My Friends'. "YOU THERE, MY FRIEND, COME LET ME HOLD YOU." Mr. Todd looked depressed. He sniffled and pouted.

"But…but dat's mysong," he whined loudly and pathetically (S/N: MICKY DID YOU JUST CALL ME PATHETIC? A/N: Shut up, Sweeney.)

Micky rolls her eyes and says, "Fine." Brooke jumps up and runs over to Micky, suggesting a song. Micky scowls at her, and says, "I blame youfor this horrible mess, George."

Brooke laughs and says, "Oh, come on. Just sing it!"

Micky whines, "Do I havta do the…the, smooch, and the, the smooch?"

Brookes laughs a little harder and says, "Of course you do!"

Micky mumbles under her breath. "CrapcrapcrapcrapCRAPOLA!"

"JUST DO IT!"

"FINE!"

Micky looks over at Mr. Todd, who got bored with the conversation and was smiling creepily at one of his razors. She hesitantly walks up to him, and he doesn't notice a thing. He does notice, however when she leans up and, with a sickened face, smacks one on his cheek.

Well, more than one.

"Oh, Mr. Todd (bleh), *smooch* I'm so happy (pfft, yeah right), *smooch* I could *smooch* eat you up I really could (not, cuz that would be weird and gross)."

"I really don't approve of cannibalism, Miss…uh...wait, what is your last name, anyhow?"

Micky muttered, "Well, it will be Todd soon…" as she threw a glare over at Brooke. "But currently, it's Burns." As she continued singing her song, Mr. Todd didn't react too much. When he was wearing that awesome black-and-white bathing suit, though, he kinda freaked out. "What…what the MEAT PIES am I wearing?"

Brooke leaned over to answer, because Micky was really into the song now. "Just be glad it's not a mankini."

Mr. Todd looked over, horrified at the word itself, and replied, "I don't know what that is, but if it's worse than this, I have no desire to learn."

Brooke whispered in his ear anyway, as Micky was almost done singing, and he promptly fainted. Micky looked over, and gasped. "What the crap did you do to mah SHMEXY AWESOME-EMO-FIANCE?" Micky wrinkled her nose. "You know, he looks less and less attractive the more we hang out with him." She shrugged. "Oh well, he's still hot. But anyway, what did you do to him?"

"I told him what a mankini was."

Micky gaped at her. "WHY WOULD YOU DOTHAT? …wait, you didn't tell him about…"

"…about what?"

"…Bon Bon?"

"Oh, heck no!"

"Good. You would've either blinded him or killed him."

Brooke got a weird smile on her face.


If any of you know which Bon Bon I'm talking about… You know the horror, and it would've put Todd in cardiac arrest.
Brooke: Awesome!
Todd: *walks into room* What's awesome?
*shows Todd picture of Bon-bon*
Todd: GAHK! BLAURHG! IM DYING!
Micky: George! You MOOCHY PERSON YOU TRIED TO KILL MY MR. T!
Brooke: Haha, yeah, I kinda did.

Btw, S/N equals Sweeney Note. Nyah.
Brooke's nickname is George, in case anyone was wondering…
~MickyinBoots