If I owned Teletubbies, would I be writing a crackfic about it? I thought not. That would kind of not be good for business... hmmm, I wonder what kind of person works for Teletubbies, anyway... (I am now thinking deep thoughts)
And I don't own any emo clothes brands, or famous children's authors. either. I just own a extremely speedy sports car. And a mansion. And a helicoptor. Not.
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Laa-Laa Become Emo
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"Come on, Tinkie Winky. Let's go do emo stuff... like, uh, be emo."
"Okay!" Tinkie Winkie said, smiling. Laa-Laa gave him a disapproving look. Then, Tinkie Winky frowned.
"I have a very emo idea." said Laa-Laa in monotone.
"Whaaaaaaaaaat?" asked Tinky Winkie, also in monotone. Show no emotion, but while away from others, cry. Cry, cry cry. Ooooh, he was even starting to think emoly. Tinky Winkie was an expert at being emo! The most emo living thing ever!! Even though he had been emo for less than twenty-four hours! He was soooooo awesome.
"Okay, poser n00b. Let's go to Hot Topic. We can buy some depressing clothes."
Po gasped. "B-but we're Teletubbies... we aren't supposed to wear clothes!! Waaaaah! I'm telling Mommy!"
"...But Po, we don't have a Mommy."
"No, we have that crazy shrieky sun thing."
"That's not a mom. And besides, I think that's a guy."
"It's a girl. The sun itself told me."
"That baby sun has issues."
"And wait, how do you get to a store from Teletubbie Land? And how did you get black lipstick?"
"HOORAY FOR PLOTHOLES!" said Laa-Laa.
Tinkie Winky sighed. "Let's ditch Po and go."
"Yeah. But remember, emo people can't rhyme. It's to Dr. Seuss-ish."
"Okay."
Tinkie Winkie and Laa-Laa walked to Hot Topic, weeping because their lives were so terrible. For reasons unexplained.
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"Mommy!" Po said, running into the field so he could see the sun.
"What, my little honeybee?"
"Laa-Laa and Tinky Winkie are being naughty! They're wearing c-c-clothing!!"
"They are in so much trouble when they get home!"
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End of chapter four. yayness.