*sigh*... Justin Bieber...
*crowd boos*
I know I know...
Since Justin Bieber's birthday was pretty much become a national holiday (well, at least at MMW), my friend practically FORCED me to do this special Justin Bieber edition of Seussical Bloopers. She basically held a gun to my head and forced me to write this. Hang on to your hats people, this is going to be painful.
Warning: I am not responsible for what the Cat does to Bieber... or what Yertle does... yeah...
Beginning of 'Biggest Blame Fool'
Sour Kangaroo: And the young kangaroo in her pouch said...
Lil Kangaroo (does it even have a name?): Squealing. OMG IT'S JUSTIN BIEBER!
Cat: Shakes his head as he witnesses this. Shameful, just shameful... isn't that right JoJo?
JoJo: Points. Oh no... he's HERE!
Justin Bieber: Uh, am I in the right place?
Young Whos and Jungle Animals: Screaming and fangirling. IT'S JUSTIN BIEBER! Run up to him, asking for autographs, pictures, and to sing for them.
Cat: To the Director. What is HE doing here?
Director: Shrugs.
Bieber: You mean I'm not in the right place?
Cat: Unless your next video stars an array of Dr. Seuss characters, no. ... and even if it does, we refuse.
Bieber: Oh, alright. Then I'll just be...
JoJo: Gets an idea. Wait! Whispers something to the Cat, who grins evilly.
Cat: Goes up to Bieber. Welcome to the show!
Cast: WHAT?
Cat: To the cast. Don't worry... I've got a plan...
Cast: Looks to each other and awkwardly accepts Justin Bieber in.
During the auction scene
Cat (as auctioneer): Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Seusseby's. Our first item up for bid this evening is lot 39, a pendulous pachyderm on egg, nest and tree.
Horton: Waves shyly.
Cat: The bidding will begin at ten thousand dollars. Do I hear ten, ten thousand? Ten thousan- Twenty five thousand, 25, 25, Come on people bid! This is a wonderful idem! For the low low price of... 35 thousand dollars, 35 35, you can get this elephant, and a wonderful tree for your back yard! 45, 45 thousand dollars. An elephant, tree, and green eggs and ham for a WEEK!
Horton: Gasps and hold the egg closer to him
Cat: 50 thousand, 50 thousand, SOLD! To the woman in the back with the unusually high voice and short blond hair! Your name ma'am? ... OH! Well, sir, I am SO sorry! Justin Bieber, ladies and gentlemen. Err, sold instead! To the man from the circus!
During People vs. Horton the Elephant Part 2.
After a LONG grueling rehearsal to try and add Justin Bieber in... and countless hours of making sure he'd sing like everyone else, we finally arrive at the verdict.
Director: Tiredly. Take 75,253... action...
Yertle: Based on the evidence, I have no choice but to order the defendant, Horton the Elephant... Cast leans in to listen and Justin Bieber gets uncomfortably close. Remanded to the Nool Asylum for the Criminally INSANE!
All: Gasp in delight/horror.
Bieber: Starts humming 'Baby'
Yertle: Glares at him. Starts improvising. And while we are at it!
Bird Girls: While we are at it.
Cat (as Marshal): Catches on and rubs his hands together evilly. For the good of all music!
Bird Girls: All mu-sic!
Yertle, Marshal, Bird Girls, Sour Kangaroo, and Wickershams: For the good of all music, Bieber will boil, boil, boil, boil, boil! In a hot steaming kettle of Beezlenut oil!
Bieber: What?
Horton: I have no objections.
Gertrude: Me neither.
Whos: Neither do we!
Jungle Citizens: Or us!
Cat: GRAB HIM!
Bieber: Rushes off the set to get away.
All: Cheers and celebrates.
Cat: To the Audience. And they all lived happily ever after!
*prepares self for flames*
Yes, we are all entitled to our own opinions, and yes, I know very well that I am probably going to get flamed for this, and yes, I know that there are Justin Bieber fans out there, but this was a good thing for me to write. Now, I don't feel like I have to shoot Bieber in the head anymore... and the Boil Bieber song can be put to good use. Also, is a place for people to express themselves. And... well, I'm channeling my Bieber hate, and the Cat is expressing it.
Look on the bright side! Two chapters in one day!
I need to get off before Maren kills me for writing this.
Good music, improv, and Seuss forever!
~ Em Cabot.
P.S. I own none of the Seuss characters or Justin Bieber (although I did win his soul for a short while in a game of Blackjack...)
P.s. P.S.D.S. starts officially now. The cast party is over... and there were tears... just thought I'd let you know. I may be updating less often because of it, or I may go on an updating frenzy, and then stop for a while. Please stick by me.
