A/N: Wow, thanks for all of the reviews/favourites/subscriptions, you guys -- I really appreciate it. Its awesome coming home to check your inbox and to find out your story has earnt reviews - from lovely people with great things to say! Anyhow - Sami (VioletLollie on fanfic, check her out) has helped me with this chapter, and her ideas such as songs for the characters/costumes have been real helpful – she even wrote one or two chapters for me, hehe. I'm confident about forthcoming chapters, so yep - read away and hit the review button when you're done, I'd love to hear from you. Sorry you guys had to wait – I just hope you enjoy this chapter. XD
The next day had begun, and the three friends were at Mel's, crowded around her computer. Steph had chocolate at the ready - for courage, obviously, Sami had provided what appeared to be never-ending cans of Diet Coke, and Mel had provided a warm place for them to hang out as the rain lashed down outside, thunder clapping against the grey sky.
Sami was at the keyboard, searching Google for any information about Bruce Wayne. In just ten minutes she had discovered his date of birth, age, favourite colour, favourite food, favourite villain and alot more! Steph was reading about the Doctor even though she knew it all of by heart, and Mel was considering going on eBay to buy a shirt with the Joker on. Again.
'Seriously,' Sami said, typing away in a frenzied manner, 'We should, like, sign up to one of those forums -- a fan one, you know. Share OUR views with other people globally.'
Steph raised an eyebrow. 'And why would we want to do that?'
Sami smirked. 'Steph -- do you really have to ask?'
Sami starting typing into the Google search engine for the forums. 'That one there' Steph pointed towards the first site in the list which read 'for the biggest big brother fans' Sami read aloud.
'Let's register,' said Mel eagerly, pushing Sami out of the way and taking over the computer. She scrolled through the site and found a registration form. 'Uh... what should we register as?'
'The Fan girl Trio?' suggested Steph, to which Sami nodded in approval. Mel shrugged lightly and typed this in, as well as choosing a password which contained a ton of numbers and initials of their favourite BB contestants, before being transferred towards the main forum. 'Hm...' Mel scrolled down the site and found an off board which read in poor grammar: TLK HRE BOUT CHRCTERS. Sami snickered as Mel clicked the hyperlinked text, instantly transferring her once more. There was over 1000 topics in that section alone, and Sami snatched the mouse to choose the first topic which had quite a few replies.
The topic title was called 'Y WE LUV BRUCE WANYE' and the three girls fell about laughing.
The poster was called WANYELUV4EVA and they had made roughly six posts on the board in total. Sami began to read aloud what the topic contained, struggling to keep a serious expression on her face. 'I love Bruce Wanye-- he's spelt it wrong, god, because he is a nice man. He has a nice butt too. I like his butt. Lol... What is everyone else's views please. Hello.'
The next reply was from a girl calling herself MRSHARVEYDENTA. The girls leant closer to the monitor, now reading silently. The post read: I like Harvey dent beter tbh becus he is nicer n Rachel dnt desrve him!! BRUCE WANYE SUCKS!! YEAH.
'Mebejeebus,' said Mel, 'Let's go onto a topic which we can actually RELATE to.'
She clicked the back button and began to look at the topics -- Steph chose a topic half way down the page that was called 'y d docter suks'.
This post was also by WANYELUV4EVA, and yet again it had little intelligence to it. Steph read aloud, chortling as she did. 'I don't like the Doctor, what is his purpose, who agrees.'
There was no reply, and so Mel began to type out a response, smirking.
'The Doctor is brilliant, and has more intelligence than you. Your own intelligence is as remarkable as a room temperature -- in minus degree. Anyway, Bruce Wayne -- learn to spell, BTW, belongs to Sami. OBVVVV.'
Steph chose yet another topic after the reply was posted, which was called 'GET JOKER OUT'.
The topic was started by a girl called ILOVERACHELIWOULD69 and Sami began to read it out, Steph glancing with worry at Mel who was trembling in anger. 'Joker is pathetic,' Sami started, 'He has nothing valuable contribute and he bullies EVERYONE. His presence is clearly not tolerated -- and he may as well be a wooden spoon for all I care. RACHEL AND DOPEY TO WIN BB!'
There were numerous responses to this - some arguing their case, some agreeing...
'Let's get off the site;' sighed Mel dramatically, 'Big Brother starts in like, two seconds.'
'What?!' yelped Sami, diving towards the green couches that were in the next room, 'You could of warned us!'
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Narrator: 8.43am. The housemates are gathered at the breakfast table. Joker and Bruce are having a conflict.
'WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!' hissed Bruce, looking extremely angry at the Joker, who was once again provoking him, 'I told you - I do not love you - now back off and go bug someone else for bleep sake!'
The Joker had been leaning over the rail that cut the room in half, looking at Bruce with a puppy dog expression. He batted his eyelashes, running his tongue over his top lip as he considered Bruce. 'Your anger... I like that.'
'Oh yeah? How about a bleeping knuckle sandwich?' snapped Bruce, rubbing his jaw as he spoke.
'Hmm...' The Joker considered this for a second, before shaking his head. 'Nope, I've got to watch the calories, you see.'
Bruce rolled his eyes and sat down on his chair, only to sit on a whoopee cushion, and it let out a loud rippling noise that echoed around the room. 'OH FOR BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEP...'
A cool, female voice that they had all grown accustomed to cut through any speech that was occurring at the time. 'Will the Joker please come to the Diary room?'
'Anything for you, Big Brother,' the Joker replied evenly, sending a saucy wink off to the camera. He glanced at Bruce, his eyes travelling up and down the other man's body, before lingering on his stomach. 'You've really let yourself go,' he commented, swinging his hips as he wandered towards the Diary room, 'Cut down on the fries, fat ass.'
The Joker sat on the big red armchair in the diary room in quite a relaxed manner; one leg was thrown over the arm of the chair, his other resting on the floor. 'What's up Big Brother?' he called towards the cameras, his tongue running over his lips as he spoke between words.
'Joker, we are going to assign you to a task, is that alright?'
'Er...' The Joker cocked an eyebrow. 'I suppose... does it involve bombing?' he added eagerly.
'Joker, Big Brother would like to kindly remind you that we are live in front of the nation and any violent talk is restricted.'
The Joker rolled his eyes. 'Alright, alright, calm down!'
There was a significant pause.
'Thank you,' came the female voice, 'Now then, Joker, we would like you to inform the other housemates of a fancy dress task which will be held this afternoon.'
The Joker's eyes widened and a big smile stretched across his scarred face. 'Okie dokie...' he got up, nodding once towards the camera before skipping out in a rather girly manner. Danielle watched him leave the diary room in an uncanny happy manner. The Joker bounded up to her, before swinging her up into his arms, and she squealed in protest. 'Joker, let me go!'
'Don't want to,' he said childishly, before throwing her onto the floor. Luckily for Danielle, someone (probably Alfred) had set up a pile of cushions, so her fall was soft and no bruises or broken bones occurred.
'Can everyone gather in the lounge?' he asked loudly so everyone could hear him, yet everyone ignored him - probably thinking it was another one of his pranks. 'Big Bro wants me to give everyone some news!' he announced, frowning. 'COME ON...!' No response, although he did catch a glance from Bruce who was smirking to himself. 'FINE THEN I'LL TELL YOU LOSER'S FROM HERE!' he coolly pushed the hair from in front of his eyes and continued.
'This afternoon you all will be taking part in a fancy dress task, and you all must go to the diary room to find out what you have to dress like…" he smirked, obviously amused by the whole situation.
'So let me get this straight … Big Brother has told you to tell us how to dress?' mocked Bruce, raising an eyebrow sarcastically.
'WHAT YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME?!' the Joker looked completely put out. 'OH... I GET IT! THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF SITUATION!' he moaned loudly, not at all amused by Bruce's sarcasm.
'The boy who cried what ...?' said Dopey dreamily, staring into a wine glass on the dining room table with a look of amazement on his face.
'The boy who cried wolf is a famous story.' said the Joker rolling his eyes and folding his arms crossly. 'It means ... that I have lied to many times so now no one believes m..."
The Joker was suddenly cut off by the familiar women's voice, which, exasperatingly, caught everybody's attention instantly. 'Starting with Alfred, will the housemates please enter the diary room to receive their costumes.
'SEE!' said the Joker sticking out his tongue childishly 'GO ON ALFRED MY GOOD MAN! Maybe if your lucky you'll get to dress up as a freaky bat ... oh no wait,' he paused, before running and jumping on top of Bruce 'That's your job isn't it?' he laughed manically whilst giving Bruce a noogie.
Alfred wandered towards the Diary room, rolling his eyes as the Joker opened his big mouth once more. He slipped into the Diary room, were he found a delightful costume waiting on the Diary Room chair. 'I'm meant to wear this...?' he queried, a frown creasing on his forehead, 'Ooh, dearie me, it looks a wee bit tight, Big Brother... oh my my my...' He picked up the outfit and held it against him, looking down with a thoughtful expression. 'Hm... What am I meant to be? A maid?'
'Alfred, Big Brother has presented you with a costume that you must wear until Big Brother tells you it can be removed. Your costume has been based on your area of interest which you filled in when you applied. You will be perusing the role of a Butler.'
'But...' said Alfred weakly, 'its rubber... and... And... Oh my, what will Dopey say? Do I get changed in here, Big Brother?'
'Yes Alfred.'
'But everyone can see!' he protested.
There was only silence, and so he began to unbutton his pyjama shirt and slipped the tight blouse on with a rubbery waistcoat instead, discarding his pyjama's on the floor. Within a few seconds, he stood there, admiring himself in a mirror which had been placed on the side of the armchair. 'Not too bad,' he decided, 'Bit tight for my liking... but I'll do anything to stay in the house.'
'Alfred, you may leave the Diary room.'
Alfred nodded, picking up his pyjamas and wandering out to a chorus of wolf whistles -- from the Joker. Dopey merely stared, his hands suddenly balling into fists and he glanced at the ceiling with intensified interest, and began counting the patterns. Bruce had a smug expression on his face and was trying not to laugh. The other housemates weren't too bothered by Alfred's sudden change in appearance, which gave him some comfort.
'Will Bruce come to the Diary room?'
'Hehehahehahehooahahahahahaha,' the Joker glanced at Bruce, flashing him a grin. 'And I thought my jokes were bad...' Bruce ignored him and entered the Diary Room, to find an outfit draped over the arm of the armchair. 'Is this some kind of joke?' he snapped, staring at the tight police outfit in disgust, 'This is... ridiculing me! I have a big body, which can't be forced into skimpiness such as this! Bleeping bleep!' He twirled the outfit around in his fingers, thinking. 'Do I have to wear this?' When he received only silence, he began to undress himself and slipped on the tight police outfit -- it seemed someone had sewn handcuffs to the waistband for extra credit. Bruce rolled his eyes and blushingly left the Diary room. Everybody stared this time and started to giggle at his insane appearance.
Raising his eyebrows suggestively, the Joker put a hand over his heart and rolled his eyes upwards. 'Oo, arrest me officer, I've been a baaad boy.'
Bruce ignored him and sat next to Alfred, who edged slowly away. Alfred's leg brushed against Dopey's, and the clown accomplice was so startled that he yelped like a dog and literally flew two feet in the air. The Joker imitated this but no one found it funny.
'Will Commissioner Gordon come to the diary room?'
Commissioner Gordon glanced up from his newspaper (he still appeared to be on page three) and he nodded. 'Sure, sure.' He folded it neatly on the arm of the couch before wandering over to the Diary room, ignoring the meowing noises Joker was making towards him.
He entered the room, sighing slightly as the door clicked shut behind him, and wandering towards the armchair. Classically, a newspaper outfit had been folded with great care on the seat. He cocked an eyebrow. 'Am I being mocked? I mean - I know I like reading newspapers - but that doesn't mean I want to bleeping dress up as one!'
Silence.
'Alright, alright...' he began to undress, revealing a surprisingly well toned stomach, and he slipped into the newspaper outfit gracefully. Once done, he glanced into the mirror and was surprised to see that the outfit fitted perfectly. 'er ...' he said blushing slightly.
'You may now leave the diary room.'
He left the room extremely quickly heading back to his news paper, ignoring the Joker who was following him trying to read all the articles on his newspaper shirt.
'Can Danielle please come to the diary room?'
Danielle shrugged as she headed straight for the diary room, with a blank look on her face. She entered the diary room to see a pink outfit in the shape of a star resting on the arm of the diary room chair. With a wide smile, she picked it up to reveal that it was a famous character from Spongebob Squarepants -- infact it was Patrick Star. 'COOL!' she exclaimed, putting it on over her clothes straight away.
Danielle looked in the mirror and a huge smile spread across her face, 'I think this will do nicely,' she said extremely satisfied.
'Danielle you may now leave the diary room,' said Big Brother.
'Thanks, Big Brother,' she beamed, pushing her quite large costume through the diary room door.
'HAHAHAHEHAHEHEHOOO!' the Joker laughed spluttering all over Rachel's face
'EW ... gross,' she said before walking away in a mood, probably to tell Harvey. The Joker rolled his eyes, then smirked when he realised that Danielle was completely ignoring him, and was now sitting on her own legs crossed on the floor of the lounge.
'Can Dopey please come to the diary room?'
Surprisingly Dopey ran really fast into the diary room, disappearing as the door shut behind him. He glanced at the diary room chair to see a bright pink dress, he did a double take 'er... oh what the heck ...' he put on the dress then looked into the mirror an eyebrow raising 'oh dear ... this is the worst one yet ...' he suddenly started to stare at the camera in front of him, apparently transfixed.
'Dopey you may now leave the diary room.'
He continued to stare at the camera.
'Dopey, you may now LEAVE the diary room,' said the female voice enthusiastically.
'Oh... okkayyy...' he left the room only to be wolf whistled at by the Joker.
'Hey Dopey!' he winked sexily, 'I would, anyway you and me--' he suddenly did an inappropriate action. Dopey ran away extremely quickly, scarred for his life.
'Can Grumpy, Happy and Smiley please come to the diary room?'
'All of us?' questioned Grumpy-- obviously grumpily.
The three of them headed to the diary room confused.
They looked down to see three costumes lying on the diary room chair next to each other. 'Oh ... I get it' said Smiley happily, 'The three musketeers!' he danced in the little space he had.
'Oh great ...' said Grumpy sarcastically.
'It is, isn't it!' said Happy not understanding the sarcasm, 'genius!'
They all got dressed and ready which was a big mess in the small space they had, but eventually they could look in the mirror. 'You all may now leave the diary room,' said the familiar female voice.
'THIS IS SHAMEFULL!' bellowed Grumpy getting pushed straight out of the door, 'GOD bleeping DAM YOU! He shouted, storming off into the garden ignoring the wide eyed looks he received from Rachel and Harvey, who were randomly gathered in the kitchen.
'Will Harvey please come to the diary room?'
'My turn pumpkin,' he said, rubbing noses with Rachel lovingly. He went into the diary room to see a Batman suit on the chair. 'YOU ARE TAKING THE bleep!' he screeched in a high pitch voice, and then he realised and coughed. 'Oh gosh ... well I am Gotham white knight I suppose…' he said proudly straightening his tie.
Moments later Harvey was standing in his underwear. 'Well I do new things everyday' he said shrugging and putting on the costume. He looked deeply into his own eyes in the mirror. 'BAM!' he said, doing gun signs with his fingers before blowing his fingertips as if he was blowing away gunshot smoke. 'I am smoking!' he smiled, extremely pleased with himself.
'Harvey, you may now leave the diary room.'
Harvey left the Diary room with a sudden bounce in his walk -- until he walked straight into the Joker, who immediately cackled with insane laughter. 'HAHEHAHAHAHAHE! Look Bruce! You have a friend' he shouted to Bruce, holding his stomach as he bent over from laughing too much.
'You may laugh but I think it is quite fitting,' he said sulkingly before going back to Rachel - when he found her talking to the Doctor again.
'Will Rachel come to the Diary room?'
Rachel smirked at the Doctor, blanking Harvey completely, before getting up and walking sexily towards the Diary Room. Upon entering, she licked her lips as she saw the outfit waiting for her. 'A bit bleeping slutty...' she pushed her dark hair off her face, her button nose wrinkling. 'You don't think I'm slutty do you, Big Brother -- viewers?'
No answer.
Rachel delicately wriggled into the outfit, taking care to flash her skin towards the camera, not even attempting to be discreet as she zipped up the corset and picked up a plastic whip. 'Hmm...' she swished it at the camera, laughing a little. 'Hm...' She wriggled into fishnet tights and finished the look with knee high leather boots. 'Oh, I look good...' she winked at her appearance before strutting out of the room, swaying her hips. The Doctor, Bruce and Harvey stared, completely transfixed by her appearance. 'How do I look, boys?'
'Like a slut,' sniggered the Joker, who was still attempting to read Gordon's outfit with difficulty.
Rachel ignored him and sat next to the Doctor, who was grinning in an uncertain way, as if he was suddenly seeing Rachel in a whole new light.
'Will the Doctor please come to the Diary room?'
'Ah... hum, yes, yes...' He stood up, running a hand through his spiked hair, before tripping over his own feet in his haste to get to the Diary Room. He entered, closing the door softly behind him, before turning around to glance at the chair. It was to his great surprise when he saw a short fat man, sitting there, rubbing his moustache thoughtfully. The Doctor cleared his throat and the little man jumped. 'Oh!' he squeaked, 'Here is your outfit, sir...' he jumped onto the floor, scuttling into an opening which suddenly appeared in the wall and disappearing.
The Doctor blinked. 'Huh... a long coat... converses, that's alright... normal shirt... nice trousers... stethoscope? OO er...' He slipped into the outfit in a blink of an eye, and admired himself in the tall, opaque mirror. 'Pretty dashing...' he bared his teeth before swaggering out of the diary room with a smirk on his face.
The Joker sighed when he found nothing insulting to say to the Doctor, and instead crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out, pulling a gruesome expression. Smiley, Happy and Grumpy were prancing around in the garden, living up to the costume names. 'Musketeer, musketeer, where am I?' sang Smiley happily.
'Who bleeping cares I feel so bleep!' sang Grumpy, a scowl on his face.
'Lalalalalalaaaa!' Happy pirouetted, looking like a ballerina.
Danielle sipped her coke nonchalantly, watching Harvey mimic around as Batman with great amusement. Bruce was sitting cross-legged on the floor, and the other housemates seemed alright - Alfred kept glancing at Dopey; he had gone quiet after the Joker had mocked him.
'Will the Joker please come to the diary room to receive his outfit?'
The Joker's expression was unreadable as he pranced towards the Diary room, swaying his hips as he did. Upon entering, he saw his favourite outfit with delight. 'Oh, very good,' he said in an almost happy tone, 'Very good indeed.' He slipped into the Nurse outfit, deliberately showing alot of pale yet toned muscles to the camera, before slipping into the snugly fitted outfit. 'Oh, all I need is a clipboard now... never mind... never mind...' he ruffled his hair before wandering out, a wide grin on his face.
'Ha! You look ridiculous!' chortled Bruce, a wide smirk on his handsome face, 'Even more ridiculous than...'
'Than you?' the Joker smiled sweetly, wandering over to the Heaven side of the house, 'I somehow doubt that, Brucey darling.'
Rachel eyed the Joker. 'Doctor Joker, I have a mild concussion, what do you recommend?'
The Joker turned around and flashed her a sexy grin. 'A long wild raunch in the luxury bedrooms, my dear.'
She got up eagerly, but he waggled a finger at her. 'Not with me!' he snapped, 'with ... the Doctor, Alfred, Grumpy... I don't know, woman. Why are you asking me to sort out your bleeped up love life? Eh?'
Rachel looked taken aback. 'But...'
'But nothing,' he flashed another seductive grin, 'nothing at all.'
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Narrator: 3pm. The housemates are gathered on the sofas. Big Brother has another announcement.
'This is getting a bit ...'
Suddenly he was again interrupted by the same voice.
'All housemates must now go to the garden to do the task, there is a piece of paper with the instructions for the task taped to the door leading to the garden,' she finished leaving everyone silent.
The Joker was first up, heading straight for the instructions, but was suddenly over taken by Bruce who snatched the piece of paper first, and then he read it out loud. 'All housemates must go into the garden. You will find a stage has been set up along with chairs for the audience, and there is a karaoke machine from which you all must sing one song here is the list of songs you all must sing…' Bruce suddenly burst out laughing '... Sorry right the list is as followed--' he cleared his throat. 'Oh ... and by the way the theme is "cheesy songs" okay ...'
He glanced at everyone before reading in an amused voice. 'Doctor- don't ya- by the pussy cat dolls…' Bruce smirked widely. 'Alfred- my heart will go on- by Celine Dion … and then Joker with … Hips don't lie' he couldn't keep a straight face before cracking up, 'You read it' he said to Alfred, pushing it in front of him.
'Ok ... next is Bruce and he is going to be singing Sound of the Underground by Girls Aloud--' Alfred could hardly swipe the smirk off his face as he continued; 'Rachel will be singing Touch my Body... Danielle-Spongebob Theme tune, The Three Musketeers--'
'Oi!'
'--Will be singing I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry...'
Laughter and grunts were made at this statement.
'Harvey will be singing Gimme More by Britney Spears, Commissioner Gordon will be singing Blue by Eiffel 65 and Dopey will be singing... Beautiful Liar by Shakira and Beyonce.'
There was a silence, before laughter interrupted once more.
'This is a completely stupid task to do,' grumbled Grumpy, waving his hands in the air in apparent agitation.
'It could be fun...' chorused Happy and Smiley, their smiles wide with excitement. Grumpy rolled her eyes and wandered over to sit down on the plastic chairs that were opposite the stage, muttering.
Rachel glanced at the Joker, and smirked. 'Your hips certainly don't lie, Joker...'
He made vomiting noises and turned away from her in disgust. Harvey followed him, shaking his head at Rachel, who was now looking bemused. The other housemates trailed into the garden; some of them were alive with glee, like the Joker, and some were sulking in defined doom, like Grumpy.
Everybody took their seats opposite the stage, and the Doctor wandered up the steps before taking centre, tapping at the Karaoke machine for a few seconds, before pausing and picking up a microphone.
'Big Brother reminds housemates that this task must be completed otherwise you will be sent to Jail, or possibly, depending on the severity, evicted. Thank you, and go ahead Doctor.'
The Doctor twirled his stethoscope in his left hand, his right supporting the Microphone. He cleared his throat before singing as the words flashed up on the screen for him to copy, and he deliberately missed a bit out before singing the desired piece.
'I know you likeeee me….' He twirled around.
'I know you like me,' echoed the Joker, nodding his head in time to the music. Danielle sent him a bemused look; how was it the Joker knew the song?
'I know you dooo,' continued the Doctor in a girly voice.
'I know you do,' sang the Joker.
The Doctor swayed from side to side, apparently enjoying himself. 'That's why whenever I come around; she's all over you… I know you want it… it's easy to see—'
'And in the back of your mind, I know you should be on with me,' finished the Joker, unaware of everyone staring at him until he opened his eyes. 'What?!'
The Doctor clambered off the stage and sat down, receiving a minimal amount of applause. Alfred stood up, smiling shyly. 'It's my turn now… I think…'
Danielle smiled encouragingly. 'You'll do awesome, Alfred!'
He smiled back. 'Thanks, Danielle.' He wandered onto the stage and cleared his throat several times (which was imitated by the Joker) before singing in a very serious voice, his eyes set on Dopey as he belted out the chorus in a surprisingly beautiful voice. 'Near, far, wherever you are…' his eyes raised towards the sky, 'I believe that the heart does go on, once more you open the door – and you're here in my heart – and my heart will go on…'
'That was beautiful!' gasped Dopey, before resuming staring at the sky, slightly red. Alfred bowed, climbing off the stage in an agile manner before taking his seat up again.
'Oh, smashing,' the Joker licked his lips, 'My turn… and here… we… go.' He stood up and pranced towards the stage, capturing everyone's attention instantly (this was either because his outfit was extremely tight or because he was a natural beauty, obviously). The music began to play and he strutted up and down the stage in time, shaking his hips like a hoola hoola girl. 'Oh baby when you talk like that, you make a woman go mad, so be wise, and keep on, reading the signs of my body!' he shook his hips in a rather sexy manner, before continuing to sing, lapping up the applause he was receiving. 'Oh I'm on tonight and my hips don't lieeeee!' The Joker began to run his hands up and down his stomach, continuing to shake his lips, his tongue occasionally licking his lips as he got into the groove of things. The housemates were clapping wildly, much to the disappointment of Bruce and Harvey.
When the Joker had EVENTUALLY finished (he unfortunately had to ignore the chant of 'Encore, encore!' from the impressed housemates) he clambered off the stage, hot and sweaty, and sat next to Danielle, breathing heavily.
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'Mel… did you just… see… what… Mel? Mel?' Sami shook her best friend awake from her day dream, and Mel immediately began to couch loudly. 'Hm? Oh, yes, he's got nice muscles hasn't he…?'
Steph was rolling around laughing. 'The Doctor was pretty good too… gosh.'
'Aw… it's the commercials,' groaned Sami as a phone advert started up, 'Just before Bruce was on stage, typical…'
'Maybe that's because he's so drastically awful,' snickered Mel, sobering the second she caught Sami's fierce gaze. 'Uh, just kidding!'
'But seriously,' continued Sami, 'did you see the way Alfred was singing to Dopey?'
'I know, yeah!' Steph nodded, sipping her coke, 'There must be some kind of connection there…'
Mel snorted with laughter. 'Gawd and their OUTFITS!'
The trio spluttered into laughter once more as they recalled the outfits the housemates had been forced to wear.
'This,' announced Mel, 'Is the best Big Brother season EVER!'