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Sonny sat in the empty room of the Prop House reading a script. She was sniffling back tears as she read the lines.
Justin Case: Who are you with?
Ima Pretty: Sheeza Maniac.
Sonny threw the script on the ground. The line didn't seem very funny right now. It never was funny, she thought angrily to herself.
A knock on the door interrupted Sonny's alone time, and she yelled to the door, "It's open!" Much to her displeasure, Gilroy Smith walked in.
"Man, was it a ruckus to try and find you. It's not very fun trying to find someone who's hiding from the rest of the world."
"What do you want, Gilroy?" Sonny pouted.
"It's Mr. Smith, remember? And I have another video to show you."
"I don't want to know anything about Chad kissing other people. Now, can you just leave me alone?"
Gilroy got a hurt look on his face. "How rude! And this video isn't about Chad. It's about your own cast mates." He plopped down next to Sonny and pressed play. "Here you go," he said.
"Are you sure this isn't part of your plan to get Sonny fired?" Zora asked Tawni. Sonny gasped. Plan to get her fired?
"You know about Tawni's plan? But she told us not to tell anyone! Unless… Nico! That backstabber!" Grady cried angrily.
"Wait, Grady!" Tawni said. "It wasn't Nico! It was Zora herself. She listened in on us while I was telling you my brilliant plan."
Grady gasped. "So you're the backstabber!" he said, pointing at Zora.
"Listen!" Tawni screeched. "We don't need to get mad at each other! We need to get mad at Sonny. She's the one who broke Nico's leg."
Gilroy ended the video here. "As you can see, all of your little friends were in on the plan of getting you fired. And look, Tawni's even convincing them that you broke Nico's leg."
Sonny's eyes were starting to water. "The next time you get a video," she said, "please, hesitate to show me it." She buried her face in a pillow. Gilroy grinned. His plan really was working.
Chad smiled triumphantly. So triumphantly that he pumped a fist into the air and jumped in excitement, resulting in him almost running into another wall. He steadied himself. He had just completed the kissing scene with Portlyn and she hadn't gone psycho over him. And now that scene was done for the rest of his life. Chad couldn't help himself. He pumped his fist in the air again.
He entered his dressing room and sat down. He flipped his hair to one side, only to notice that his hair was getting a little flat. He went over to one of his many suitcases to get out a can of hairspray, only to find that his suitcase was open. Chad's brow furrowed. He never left his bags open because insects could have crawled in and used all of his hair product.
The air turned on and Chad started to shiver. He glanced over to his air vent and looked back at his suitcase. He did a double take. Was that his vent door lying on the ground? He ran over to survey the scene. Color started to drain out of his face. Someone had broken into his dressing room! It was just like that one episode of Mackenzie Falls. Somebody broke into the Falls and stole all the water bottles.
Chad started to take inventory of his stuff. Someone must have stolen something if that had taken all that time to break in! He couldn't find anything out of the ordinary, except for a few Mackenzie Falls scripts. Wait… Chad looked back at today's episode's script. It was open to the page where he and Portlyn kissed.
He looked back at the air vent. Who was the Random who was always crawling around the ducts? Cora? Laura? At that moment, Chad decided that he was going to find that little Random and give her a piece of his mind. No one snuck into Chad Dylan Cooper's room without Chad Dylan Cooper giving them permission. And he never gave them permission.
James Conroy sat at home watching past Mackenzie Falls episodes. He was about to find out if Mackenzie had found out the culprit of the stolen water bottles, when his phone rang.
"Yeah?" he said.
"Conroy!" Gilroy Smith's staccato voice pierced the atmosphere. "Where are you?"
"I'm at my house. I'm already engaged to Tawni, what else do you want?"
"I was watching one of my bugged videos, and I noticed one where you came out of a cupboard. Funny thing is, in another one of my videos, some idiotic kid was talking about having a picture of handprints that led to the culprit of her cast mate's leg breakage. And you want to know something else hilarious? They found the picture of the handprints in the same cupboard that you were in! Care to elaborate, James?"
"Coincidence?" James said nonchalantly.
"I should think not! Now what did you do in that cupboard?"
"I just pushed up on one of the floorboards. It's nothing to sneeze about. Unless you were actually in the cupboard, in which case you would probably sneeze. It was pretty dusty in there."
"You idiot!" Gilroy barked. "If Nico breaks his leg and it's pinned back to us, I'm going to have to be the one to pay the freaking hospital bill! And I'll probably have to go to court!"
"I'm surprised that you didn't think that you had to go to court for doing the things you're doing now. Can you actually go to court for getting everyone angry at each other? Oh wait, you're also spying on people without their consent, so I guess you could go to jail for that. Can you? What would you even call that? Spying on people creepily? Man, Mr. Smith, we need to look this up or this is going to drive me insane--"
Gilroy groaned in anger. "You get over here right now, Conroy, before I go over to your humble abode and strangle you!" The phone disconnected.
"Sheesh," James said. "Talk show hosts."
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