Major writer's block... this was written a long long time ago in a galaxy far far away, but it's being uploaded to Nature's Motels from FLORIDA :D
Episode 11: AN UPDATE!
"NARRATOR!"
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"NARRATOR!"
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"NARRATOR! START TALKING!"
Oh, ahem…hahaha. Anyway…I'm SO GLAD they put me back in charge of the recaps…after the riceball incident, I didn't think the producers would even think about returning me…
Bo-Bobo looked very annoyed. "Yes, we get it! Just do the recap!"
Yes, right, um, the recap….
I'm back in action, baby! And at a very important part of the FTPS plotline, if I have a say about it.
"WELL YOU DON'T!" Vix threw a rock at him.
GAH! OH DEAR LORD, MY EYEEEE!
After a few minutes of screaming, Vix began to look very disappointed, and Bo-Bobo flew onto the screen and knocked her off of it.
"Weeellll," He began, "Since the narrator is being shipped to the emergency room to have the rock dislodged from his eye, I guess I'll have to do the recap."
OMG! No quotation marks! Awesome! I gotta tell Don about this…what? Huh? Oh, the recap! Right! Anyway, on the last episode of Bobobo-Bo Bo-Bobo, Vix and Nick had a nice glass of refreshing lemonade on a hot summer day, when ALL OF A SUDDEN the evil APPLESAUCE-MONSTER attacked them.
What? Off track? I dunno what you're talking about. Where was I? Oh yeah, the APPLESAUCE-MONSTER! It attacked them and then a tissue box fell from the sky and they wielded the power of the box to defeat the evil applesauce-monster. And then, when they thought it was dead, they were checking it out when it TWITCHED! So they ate the applesauce and revealed a hidden compartment in the very middle, where a possum was controlling the monster.
As soon as it saw them, though, it freaked out, played dead, and after a minute looked back at them to make sure they were gone, but of course they weren't gone, so it said---
"'Hey guys -' Huh? w-wait a minute! The quotation marks…!" Bo-Bobo yelled. "I wasn't finished yet!"
"Sorry," Said an off-screen voice. "We have no more time for the recap."
"But-but-but….THEY KEPT INTERRUPTING!" He wailed childishly, pointing at Vix and a bodybag next to her that she was glancing at suspiciously.
"Too bad."
Bo-Bobo burst out sobbing and ran off the screen.
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"I'm TOO LATE!" He whimpered, getting to his feet.
Vix hit him in the back of his head. "Too late is right. You missed it all!"
Ignoring Nick, who was clutching his head in pain, she looked at the four henchmen and walked over to one. "Where's Mike?!" She demanded.
The guy shook his head. "Um…I…I don't know!" He said quickly, struggling feebly to escape the rope.
She put a foot to his stomach. "WHERE?!" She shouted at him.
"He…he…he didn't tell us!" The guy shrieked.
Vix let out an aggravated sigh and kicked him, before turning to Nick.
"That was useful," She said under her breath.
"Super-ly," Nick agreed. "We do need to find Mike though."
"Where would he be, though? The world's kind of not very SMALL, in fact it's kind of BIG, so it might be a bit difficult to locate him."
"Relax," Nick said with a shrug. "You don't see talking microphones every day. He's probably at some restaurant for inanimate objects or something."
"THAT'S IT!" From behind him Don Patch let out a high pitched shriek of realization.
Vix put her hands over her ears as the shriek continued into a meaningless string of words.
She picked him up by his feet and stuffed them into his mouth. "Shut up," She said, glaring at him.
"Bhtn mmy haff am ohmfdya!" He yelled in between gags. Managing to remove one foot, he gasped out, still a bit inaudibly, "I BETCHA HE'S HUNGRY!"
"It's in the middle of the afternoon," Vix growled at him. "No one's hungry then."
"I am," Nick piped up.
"Yeah, well, you don't count."
Nick began to sulk. "That always happens…"
"WE MUST GO TO 'RESTAURANT DE LA INANIMÉ OBJET'!" Don Patch shrieked again.
"RESTAURANT OF THE INANIMATE OBJECT?!" Beauty freaked out. "Since when do they make those?!"
"Since YESTERDAY!" Don Patch replied loudly. "LET'S GOOOOO!"
He jumped on top of a random airplane and pointed straight ahead. "TO THE RESTARANT!" He announced, donning a pirate hat.
Everyone got over the shock of the airplane coming out of nowhere rather quickly and boarded the plane. By the time Don Patch realized that he should be on the inside the plane doors had slammed shut.
"NO!" He screeched, banging on the window.
Vix glared at him and stuck her tongue out as the plane began to lift off.
Nick was looking sympathetically at him, but shrugged and began to talk to Jelly.
Don Patch started to sob. "Let me out!" He wailed, banging on the windows still as the plane began to lift off. "Let me out of this crazy place!"
Suddenly realizing he was not going to do very well hanging from a window, he clawed his way to the top of the airplane only to find – what, can you guess?
A penguin.
The penguin was sitting in a large bowl with water in it that was bolted to the plane, wearing sunglasses. He was talking on a set of headphones. "To your right," He was saying, "You will see lots of grass. To your left you may be able to see a tree, but other than that there's lots and lots of grass and not much of anything else."
He looked at Don Patch. "It seems we have a hitchhiker aboard," He said loudly into the headphones. "Please listen in on the conversation. I'll turn the volume up." He pressed a button on the bottom of the tank and a huge radio box appeared from inside the plane. He turned the volume knob up to full blast and began to speak again.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" He demanded in a friendly tone. From below them they heard the strangled screams that most everything tends to make when its eardrums burst.
Don Patch didn't know what to say. "Are you a penguin?" He asked instead.
"SILENT TREATMENT, EH? I GUESS WE'LL HAVE TO THROW YOU OFF," The penguin said again, his voice hauntingly dull. He pushed Don Patch off the plane.
"OTHER THAN YOU, PLEASE KEEP YOUR HANDS AND FEET INSIDE THE VEHICLE AT ALL TIMES. WE DO NOT WANT TO RISK ANY LIMBS TORN OFF BY HIGH SPEED WINDS. THANK YOU AND HAVE A NICE DAY."
Don Patch let out a wild scream as he fell to his doom.
The penguin turned the volume down again. "OH YEAH, BY THE WAY, I AM INDEED A PENGUIN."
I had LOTSOFFUN with the penguin part. xD it helped with my writer's block and i've got a head full of ideas now. But beware, the fic's coming to a close soon and... EGASP!!!!! T.T There are no more Fist of the Pocket fics. T.T
O RLY?
Summer vacation's almost here. I might post something when it gets close to the 1 year FTP anniversary, but..that's not for another few months.
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CANT TOUCH THIS