Don't own Hannah Montana.
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Lilly's head was completely, utterly bald!
"Lilly, what happened?!"
"Well, let's just say, Oliver here was stupid enough to blindfold himself. And instead of grabbing the shampoo and conditioner, he grabbed SOME CLIPPERS!"
"HE CUT EVERY LAST HAIR OFF, MILEY! NOW SOMEONE CAN KICK ON SOME BOWLING SHOES AND USE MY HEAD FOR A BOWLING BALL! I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF I GET BEAT DOWN BY SECRET AGENTS AND SHIPPED TO AREA 51! I LOOK LIKE A DANG ALIEN! NOW WHAT DO I DO NOW, OLIVER?!!!"
"Kiss me?" Oliver asked innocently.
"Sure, if it'll make you happy, Ollie-poo!" Lilly said in a sweet, gentle voice.
She sat down next to Oliver. She began to kiss him.
Jackson still had clothes on in the background. Miley walked over to him.
"Ooh! Jackson, you are working them stilettos, girl!
Jackson gave her a look.
"Well, it's an honest mistake."
"True."
