Chapter 8: Where the Bleep is Danny's Hairbrush? (Isn't everything in Script Form now?)
A/N: Dude... it's been MORE than a year since I've been in Grease Jr. and just about a year since I've last seen the movie. I don't remember anything about it except for the part where Frenchy was trying to pierce Sandy's ear with a hairpin (I mean, who can possibly forget that memorable moment?). So, either I've got to go watch the movie again OR someone can just fill me in on a brief summary. Nahh, I think I'll go with Choice One.
I'll try not to do anymore Veggie Tales songs. We need some variety, I know.
Disclaimer: I don't own Grease or Veggie Tales. Nuff said.
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Rizzo: Eugene, you're the narrator this time.
Eugene: OK... ((pushes up glasses)) And now, after downing nine cups of coffee and donning his lovely giant muffler, Danny shall now sing another silly song. This will be his third consecutive Veggie Tales song. But first...
Rizzo: Danny will only let Miss Goody-Goody put his "makeup" on for him...
Sandy: Now hold still, Danny. This won't hurt a bit. ((shaves Danny's head bald with a GIGANTIC razor))
Danny: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauggghhh! It burns, woman, it burns! Omg! The repeating capital letters! They're gone... gone... all gone! Zomg! Ooooh... little black fuzzy things on the floor... it looks like hair!
Sandy: It is hair, silly.
Danny: Cool! Hmm... I wonder whose hair it is! Whoever's hair that is did some major shedding!
Everybody Else: ((cough cough))
Danny: Do y'all need a cough drop?
Sandy: No, we're fine. ((hands Danny a towel)). Now go take all of your clothes off and put this on.
Danny: Yes ma'am! ((takes his pants off)) Look! I have little hearts on my boxers! See? See?
Eugene: Oooh la la! Are those space boxers, 'cause your butt is out of this world!
Sandy: Aaaaaaaaaaugh! No Danny! Do it in the bathroom!
Danny: Whatev. Party pooper.
Eugene: Fifteen minutes later, our curtain opens as Danny, having just finished his morning bath, is searching for his hairbrush. Having no success, Danny cries out while doing the Electric Slide...
Danny: ((sings)) Oh, where is my hairbrush? Oh, where is my hairbrush? Oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where... oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where... oh, where ... is my hairbrush?
Eugene: Having heard his cry, Kenickie enters the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Danny in a towel, Kenickie regains his composure and reports in a very retarded manner...
Kenickie: I think I saw a hairbrush back there! ((pulls down his pants and moons Danny, pointing to his butt hole))
Danny: Omg! Sexy butt! Wait, my hairbrush is up there? Omg, it's probably, like, covered in, like, crap! Oh well! ((sticks hand up Kenickie's butt))
Kenickie: OMFG! Don't you be touchin' that, boy!
Rizzo: ((whaps Danny with a tennis racket)) Get on with it!
Danny: Ouch! Watch it, lady! ((sings)) Back there is my hairbrush! Back there is my hairbrush! Back there, back there, oh, where, back there, oh, where, oh, where, back there, back there, back there ... is my hairbrush!
Eugene: ((sigh)) Having heard his joyous proclamation, Coach Calhoun enters the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Danny in a towel, Coach Calhoun does NOT regain his composure and yells like a mad wildboar ...
Coach Calhoun: For heaven's sake, why on earth do you need a hairbrush? You don't have any hair, for Pete's sake!
Eugene: Danny is taken aback. The thought had never occurred to him. No hair? What would this mean? What will become of him? What will become of his hairbrush? Danny wonders ...
Danny: Hold up, bro... I'm bald? ((feels the top of his head)) Yeah... you're right... wait a minute... where the –bleep- is my hair?
Sandy: Umm... Danny? You know the little black fuzzy things on the floor that you were talking about earlier? Well...
Danny: Omg.
Sandy: That...
Danny: No.
Sandy: That was actually...
Danny: No way.
Sandy: That was actually... your hair...
Danny: ((gaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssssssssssppp)) My hair? As in Danny Zucko's hair?
Sandy: Yes, as in Danny Zucko's hair.
Danny: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! It can't be! Not my hair! My beautiful hair!
Eugene: ((ahem)) Danny wonders while running around the room like a headless chicken...
Danny: ((sings)) No hair for my hairbrush! No hair for my hairbrush! No hair, no hair, no where, no hair, no hair, no hair, no where, back there, no hair ... for my hairbrush! ((crashes into coffee table)) Ouch! Ay Caramba! Oi!
Eugene: Having heard (and seen) his wonderings, Tom enters the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Danny in a towel, Tom regains his composure and confesses ...
Tom: Danny, that old hairbrush of yours... well, you never use it; you don't really need it. So, well, I'm sorry ... I didn't know. But I gave it to Cha-cha... 'cause she's got hair!
Rizzo: Holy crap, Tom! Whad'you give it to Cha-Cha for?
Tom: Dawg, she be sizzlin' yo!
Eugene: ((cough)) Feeling a deep sense of loss, Danny stumbles back and laments...
Danny: Why the hell did you give it to Cha-Cha? You son of female dog!
Tom: 'Cause I felt like it! It's a free county!
Danny: Why Cha-Cha, damn it!
Eugene: Uhh... Danny, that's not lamenting!
Danny: Hmph! ((sings)) Not fair for my hairbrush! Not fair, my poor hairbrush! Not fair, not fair, no hair, not fair, no where, no hair, not fair, not fair, not fair... my little hairbrush!
Eugene: Having heard his lament, Cha-Cha enters the scene. Herself in a towel, both Danny and Cha-Cha are shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of...each other. But recognizing Danny's generosity, Cha-Cha is thankful... ((wheeze wheeze))
Cha-Cha: Mmm... lookin' good, big boy! Mmm-hmmm... just the way I like it...
Danny: Oooh! Sexy girl! That's the way, uh-huh uh-huh, I like it, uh-huh uh-huh...
Rizzo: Idiot! ((whaps Danny with a pair of loafers)) You're twenty years ahead of the frikkin times! We're in the '50s, not the '70s!
Danny: Ouch! Quit hittin' me, woman!
Cha-Cha: Mmmm... you're cute when you're mad... I like that in guys... Btw, thanks for the hairbrush. But let's not worry about the hairbrush... let's worry about us...
Danny: Yummy! I like the sound of that! Wanna go into the bathroom and do stuff?
Cha-Cha: ((gasp)) You read my mind! Let's go; I wanna see you in action! ((grabs Danny and goes into bathroom))
Rizzo: Keep it clean, guys! This story is only rated Teen!
Sandy: ((sniffle)) Cha-Cha stole Danny away from me again! ((cries uncontrollably))
Frenchy: Uh-oh... I think Cha-Cha made Sandy mad... again...
Rizzo: ((rolls eyes)) Whatever. It's Miss Goody-Goody's fault that she has such sensitive feelings... man, she's such a crybaby... it makes me wanna barf...
Frenchy: Rizzo... everything about Sandy makes you wanna barf...
Rizzo: Gee... now THAT'S the surprise of the century!
Frenchy: Why are you always so mean to Sandy?
Rizzo: Why shouldn't I be?
Eugene: Ahem... ladies, please. Well, yes, good has been done here. Cha-Cha and Danny have exited the scene and are now doing things that... are best left unmentioned. Danny is smiling (gee I wonder why), but, still feeling an emotional attachment for the hairbrush, calls out from the bathroom between humps- err... I mean...
Danny: Take care of my hairbrush! Take care, oh my hairbrush! Take care, take care, don't dare not care, take care, nice hair, no fair, take care, take care ... of my hairbrush! Oww! Not so hard, Cha-Cha! Oooh, nice tongue! Ooh la la! I like! I like! Mmm-hmm-hmmm!
Eugene: ((sneeze!)) The end!
Rizzo: Stupid Australian!
Sandy: ((sniffle)) Hey, what did I do?
Rizzo: ((shrugs)) Idk, that's how we always end our Veggie Tales song chapters. Duh! Stupid Australian!
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