One of the great things about fanfiction is that you can have somebody from a fictional world take part in something they would never do in a million years within the actual source material.
For example, a Saiyan doing improv with a charismatic demon, a hyperactive gamer, and a kid who talks to his fish a lot.
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"Good evening, everybody," said the host as the camera panned across the studio. "And welcome to Whose Line Is It Anyway?. On tonight's show:"
The performers in their seats, from left to right: a ten-year-old boy wearing a pink shirt and matching baseball cap; a tall, skinny otherworldly being with a red suit and hair, and carrying a cane with a microphone on it; a Japanese-American teenage girl with blue-purple hair; and a muscular man sporting a really spiky black hairdo.
"Talks to green and pink animals, Timmy from The Fairly Odd Parents!"
The boy in the hat smiled, showing his buck teeth.
"Behold the Radio Demon, Alastor from Hazbin Hotel!"
The man in red raised his cane high into the air.
"The queen of Sock Em' Rockers, Miko from Glitch Techs!"
The teenage girl excitedly waved her arms into the air.
"And, comes from a planet where vegetables become giant apes, Vegeta from the Dragon Ball franchise!"
The man with the spiky hair sat there nonchalantly, not even looking at the camera.
"And I'm your host, Hades. Come on down, let's make stuff up!"
Hades walked down the steps and took his seat amidst the continuing applause.
"Hello, and welcome to Whose Line Is It Anyway?," the god said. "The show where everything's made up and the points don't matter. Yes, the points don't exist, like Half-Life 3."
The audience gave a mixture of laughter and annoyed groans.
"It's never gonna happen, I'm sorry," Hades told everyone. "That's the truth. You got Alyx, at least. Can't you be content with that?"
He continued, "So as always, everything you're gonna see tonight is coming from right off the tops of our performers' heads, based off of suggestions from our audience and from these cards I have here, which none of us have read beforehand. After each round, I'll give everyone points, which really don't mean anything, because I'll eventually just pick out the winner I like best in the end. That winner will get to do a little something special with me, and the losers will all have to cosplay as Amber from Genshin Impact."
"Oh, you play that game too?" Miko asked.
"I live in the Underworld. I have to keep myself entertained somehow."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Let's just get this over with," he mumbled.
"Not exactly thrilled to be here?" Hades asked.
"Thanks for stating the obvious," the Saiyan told him. "I don't even know why I showed up. First off, I don't do theatre. Second, this isn't gonna get me close to defeating Kakarot. A waste of training time, if you ask me."
Alastor cackled. "Well, aren't you just full of sunshine and rainbows," he said, getting out of his seat and walking towards Vegeta. "You might not get another chance to provide this kind of entertainment, Mr. Widow's Peak, and I hope you don't spend this entire show acting like such a Debbie Downer and bringing the rest of us down. Besides…" Suddenly, the atmosphere became very sinister as Alastor's demonic nature radiated throughout the entire room. "This is far from the worst thing that could possibly happen to you."
Vegeta stared at the demon, unfazed. "You don't scare me," he said.
The demon laughed again. "Oh, you're gonna be a treat," he said before returning to his seat.
"Can I opt to do this another time, when those two aren't here?" Timmy asked.
"No can do," Hades said.
Timmy sighed in defeat.
"Now let's go one to our first game, 'Press Conference'. This is for all four of you. Someone come over here and grab the podium next to me."
As the performers set up, Hades began the explanation. "In this game, Miko is hosting a press conference, and the other three are news journalists there to ask questions. But Miko doesn't know who she is or what the conference is all about. The rest of us, however do. Timmy, here's an envelope. I need you and the other two guys to read what's on the card, because what Miko's supposed to be is written on that card."
Timmy opened the envelope, and he read the card along with Alastor and Vegeta. Alastor gave a small smirk, and Timmy giggled before they set the card down.
"So you three will ask Miko a series of questions, and through them, Miko will try to guess who she is. Everyone, start when you're ready."
(Press Conference!)
"Thanks, everyone, for coming to this press conference," Miko said. "Let's hope we wrap this up quickly, because there are a million things I wanna do today. Ask whatever you want, be brutal, be kind, I don't care. Just ask away."
(Miko: Blossom announcing she's leaving the Powerpuff Girls and going solo as a superhero)
Vegeta raised his hand. "Yes?" Miko asked.
"Hi, I'm from a newspaper that I can't remember the name of," Vegeta said. "When did you first consider this?"
"I would say I started thinking about it around...really, around twenty seconds before this press conference even started. What can I say? I do things off the cuff. Literally, I called this conference without even knowing what I would talk about, and I only just now made my decision. It's just how I do things."
Timmy raised his hand. "Jim Phillips, of the Townsville Tribune. How do you think the public will react to this news?"
Miko shrugged. "I have the distinct impression they're gonna hate my guts at first. But after only around two hours, they'll all just ignore it entirely. And that's life. First, you care. Then it doesn't make a difference anymore.
"Hi there," Alastor said. "Name's Alastor, the Radio Demon." Cue the laughs. "Aren't you scared of having to work by yourself?"
"Not really. I'm used to it."
"Really? I find that hard to believe, considering."
"Well, appearances can be misleading, buddy. You see one thing, but something else is going on entirely."
Timmy raised his hand again. "So are you gonna change your normal outfit over this? I hope you don't, because the pink and black stripes are a good look on you."
The gamer laughed. "I agree, they are a good look on me. Heck, I'm wearing the outfit now. I love it so much that I never get it washed or anything. Change outfits? Heck no."
"I have another question," Vegeta said. "Aren't you worried about disappointing the Professor?"
Miko appeared to give it some thought. "You know what? Maybe a little. But it could be he eventually won't care as much as the public."
"And what about your sisters?"
"What ABOUT them?"
The audience groaned.
"Oh, shut up!"
Timmy raised his hand. "Do you think saving the city will be more difficult for you?"
Miko shook her head. "Not really. I'm made of stronger stuff than that.
"And what ARE you made of?" Vegeta asked.
After a moment, Miko said, "Sugar, spice, and everything nice."
(BUZZ!)
"Okay, Miko," Hades said. "I think you figured it out. What are you?"
"I'm Blossom from The Powerpuff Girls?" Miko asked.
"And?"
Miko hesitated a little bit. "I'm leaving the team?"
"Leaving the team and going solo, yes!"
(BUZZZZ!)
The performers walked back to their seats, Alastor putting the podium back where it originally was.
"Blossom, if you're watching, I hope you never consider going off on your own," Miko said. "I think my childhood would be ruined if you did."
"You and everyone else here," Hades commented. "Thousand points apiece."
Vegeta smirked. "I got Whose Line points. Take that, Kakarot."
"You know they don't matter, right?" Hades asked.
"To you, they don't."
Everyone laughed.
"Anyway, let's move on to a game called 'Motown Group'. This is for Timmy, Alastor, and Vegeta, with the help of our live musicians."
Timmy, Alastor, and Vegeta stood up and moved to the stage.
"So you three are gonna be singing a song in the style of motown, kinda like if you three were the Temptations. Each of you will have a verse, and whenever one does his verse, the other two do backup. Now what I need from the audience is a suggestion for a household chore."
The audience immediately shouted out suggestions."
"Vacuuming!"
"Mowing the yard!"
"Washing the dishes!"
Hades nodded. "Washing dishes? I like that one. So you three will be singing a Motown song about washing dishes. Take it away."
(Motown Group!)
(The musicians begin playing a swinging motown instrumental. Timmy and Vegeta begin dancing in similar ways, while Alastor snaps his fingers a few times, ready to start singing.)
Alastor: You just finished your amazing
Home cooked meal.
But now your sink is filled with plates
And bowls and veal.
Timmy: Don't ask!
Alastor: So before you go off and watch your shows,
Better empty that sink before all the mold grows.
Wash the dishes!
(He begins switching places with Timmy.)
Now wash the dishes!
(Now Timmy is in the middle spot, his turn to sing. Alastor adopts the same dance moves Vegeta is doing.)
Timmy: All of us kids know it's a pain
To do the chores.
Alastor: Do the chores!
Timmy: Doing the dishes takes the cake
'Cause it's a bore.
Vegeta: A bore, indeed.
(Alastor and Vegeta: OooooooOooooooo!)
Timmy: But I got no choice, and it makes me bitter.
Just like my super evil babysitter.
She's so icky!
Alastor: I bet she is.
Timmy: Seriously, she's evil.
(Timmy and Vegeta switch places for Vegeta's verse.)
Vegeta: I'll admit that I've never washed a dish
In my life.
Timmy: His whole life.
Vegeta: Most of that's because of the rich lady
That is my wife.
Alastor: His wealthy wife.
(Timmy and Alastor: OoooooOooooh!)
Vegeta: And even she doesn't have to do them herself.
She has a servant put them on those two shelves
In the dishwasher!
In the dishwasher!
Wash the dishes!
All three: Wash the dishes!
Wash the dishes!
…
(BUZZZZZZZ!)
Alastor, Timmy, and Vegeta returned to their seats as the audience clapped. Hades nodded.
"I actually thought Vegeta was gonna make a sexist joke there, but I guess he wasn't that dumb," Hades admitted. "Vegeta, does Bulma scare you that much?"
"I will neither confirm nor deny the facts of what you just asked me," the Saiyan told him.
"Fair enough. I'll give you guys each five thousand of our new Jumbo Points."
"Cool," Timmy said.
Hades nodded. "Yep, these points are double the size but only about have the value of regular points."
"Less cool."
"Yeah, that's life. Now we go to a game called 'Weird Newscasters'. This one's for all four of you."
The performers stood up.
"Alastor, you're gonna be the anchor of a local news program, and the other three are gonna help you out. Now these three are also gonna have a special characteristic along with them, so prepare for the hijinx.
"Timmy, you're the co-anchor. And you're a bad-tempered celebrity makeup artist."
Timmy scoffed slightly. "Okay then."
"Miko, you're the sportscaster, and you think you can do all the sports better than the athletes themselves."
The gamer shrugged. "Wow, I'm every bitter sports fan out there."
"I know, right? Vegeta, you're doing the weather. And guess what?"
"What?"
"You're Sarah McLachlan!"
Vegeta lowered his head. "You're kidding, right?"
"First rule of improv, always say yes," Alastor reminded him.
"Anyway, Vegeta, you're Sarah McLachlan. AND you're doing a commercial raising awareness for the endangered species known as Alastor."
Alastor facepalmed. "Oh, great. Vegeta, you touch me, and you die."
"First rule of improv, Alastor," Vegeta said. "Always say yes."
"Whatever."
"Meh, you'll survive. Start when you're ready."
(Weird Newscasters!)
(Timmy: Bad-tempered celebrity makeup artist)
(Miko: Thinks she can do the sports better than the actual athletes)
(Vegeta: Sarah McLachlan raising awareness for the endangered species Alastor)
The news flourish played across the studio. On the two stools, Alastor sat patiently while Timmy tried to look as stuck up as possible.
"Welcome to the I-don't-care-what-time-it-is News," Alastor said. "I'm Chuck Latpudding. Our top story tonight: a man was launched into the darkest reaches of outer space this morning, where no one will ever hear him scream, But on the plus side, now we know the furthest one will go for a Klondike Bar. Don't ask.
"And now we go over to our co-anchor, Pink Hat McGee. Pink Hat?"
Timmy nodded. "Well, I think the biggest news story out there is that all the celebrities out there look hideous. I have seen so many terrible makeup jobs, I almost ripped my eyes out."
He raised his arms as if presenting Alastor. "See this? A good makeup job. I know, because I did it."
Then he stood up and walked to Hades' desk. "But this? His makeup job looks like it was done by a four-year-old who got hold of his mom's stuff while she was out shopping for the kid's applesauce! Sir, you need to fire your makeup guy immediately. And when you do, give me a call." He pretended to hand a business card to Hades (who looked absolutely annoyed) and walked back to his stool, crossing his arms.
Alastor shook his head. "This just in, I think we might have to defend ourselves from a lawsuit soon. And now over to sports with...this lady over here. Miss?"
Looking as haughty as possible, Miko nodded. "Thank you. First up, might I just say that the Kansas City Chiefs SUCKED during the Super Bowl? You would think winning the previous one would mark you as destined for success, but NOOOOO. I could've done a way better job than those idiots anyday. Heck, I could probably do any of these spots better than the people actually doing them. Want some proof? Here!"
She jumped up and pantomimed dunking a basketball. "See that? Glorious. And check out how I dribble a soccer ball."
The next few seconds were of Miko acting out several different sports. "See? See what I mean?" She looked at Alastor. "Back to you."
"This program does NOT mean any disrespect towards the Kansas City Chiefs," Alastor claimed. "Now over to the weather with Sarah McLachlan."
Vegeta tried to put on as kind a face as possible. "Hi, I'm Sarah McLachlan. Every year, the endangered species known as Alastor is put at risk by such things as: living in Hell, carrying around a microphone/cane, and being a general cocky showman. These traits endanger this species, like this specimen here-" He points at Alastor. "-of possibly becoming a complete dork obsessed with radio broadcasts. But for just a few cents a day, you can help this poor defenseless creature go from sad weirdo to respected gentleman."
Alastor turned and gave Vegeta the stink eye, but the Saiyan wasn't done yet.
"How can somebody possibly turn their back on this face?' Vegeta asked. "Please, help this demon from Hell not become a complete idiot."
As if it couldn't get any stranger, Vegeta began to sing.
"In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear."
Alastor buried his face into his hands in embarrassment as Vegeta continued, now giving the overlord from Hell a side hug and slightly swaying him back and forth.
"You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here."
Vegeta let go and stepped back, a smug expression on his face. Alastor shook his head, which was still in his hands.
"And that's the news," Alastor said through his fingers. "We'll join you next time, after I get as drunk as possible to try and forget what just happened. Good night."
(BUZZZZ! BUZZ!)
As the performers walked back to their seats, the audience exploded into the biggest applause of the night. The moment Alastor sat down, he curled up into a ball and maintained an emaciated expression. Vegeta looked absolutely pleased, while Miko and Timmy stared at him in surprise. Hades was beside himself.
"That was...just awesome… HA HA HA!"
(Five minutes later…)
"Okay, I'm good," Hades said, wiping a tear from his eye.
"Good, because-" Vegeta said, but he was interrupted by the clear sounds of Hades struggling not to break out into laughter again.
The god waved his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm good."
He drank out of his mug and took a deep breath. "Okay, it's all good. But, oh Styx! Vegeta, you surprise me."
Vegeta shrugged.
"10,000 points to you, sir. You earned every single one, not only for willingly singing that song in front of the whole multiverse, but for getting the better of a demon overlord."
"I'm surprised you knew that song," Miko said.
"Blame Bulma. Normally, I wouldn't dare sing a song like that in public. But the look on Alastor's face right now is so worth it."
Alastor was still rolled up into a ball. "I wanna go home now."
"You and a number of people we've had on this stage so far," Hades said.
"Alright, we're gonna see a commercial, but don't go away, because we'll be back with more 'Whose Line?' after this!"
(Commercial…)
"His IQ is -5. He is considered dumber than a shovel and candy bracelets. One time, he gave a pumpkin-headed man a magical scythe and helped his hometown become overrun by pumpkins. He is...the Dumbest Kid In the World."
Billy smiled. "I don't always drink laundry detergent.* But when I do...GRIM! LINE!"
"...oh, for the love of. You're supposed to say you prefer Clean-terget, you boob."
"Oh, right. Hee hee hee."
(*Do NOT actually drink Clean-tergent, or ANY kind of laundry detergent.)
(Back to the show…)
The show came back on, and the audience cheered.
"Welcome back to Whose Line Is It Anyway?," Hades said. "Hey, you ever wonder who it is that calls you in a gravelly voice and asks you if your fridge is running before telling you to go catch it? THAT'S ME!"
Everyone laughed.
"So we're gonna keep things going with a game called 'Improbable Mission'. This is for Miko and Timmy, and we'll need Alastor's help for the first part."
Miko and Timmy walked to the stage, while Alastor (who had recovered from the shock and humiliation he received from Vegeta earlier) moved to stand next to Hades' desk.
"This game is basically if Tom Cruise WASN'T allowed to do his own stunts," Hades explained. Miko and Timmy are secret agents given a mission to carry out an everyday activity in secret agent fashion, with said mission and instructions given to them by Alastor. How they complete the 'mission' will be completely up to the 'agents'. So what I need now from the audience is a mundane everyday activity."
"Painting a house!"
"Doing laundry!"
"Mopping!"
Hades pointed at the audience. "Mopping? We can do that one, but we'll broaden it to floor cleaning in general. So Miko and Timmy, your mission is floor cleaning. Take it away."
(Improbable Mission!)
(Miko begins jumping up and down.)
Miko: Timmy, guess what. Guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat!
Timmy: (weirded out) Uh, what?
Miko: (excitedly, in singsong voice) We got a tape in the mail!
Timmy: About time! They haven't had us doing anything in months, I thought they had forgotten about us.
Miko: Guess not. Let's play this sucker and see what we got.
(She puts the "tape" in the "camcorder", and the voice of Alastor is "played".)
Alastor: It's a 2-night stay in lovely Ibiza-!
(Miko takes the "tape" out, flips it over, and inserts it back in.)
Alastor: Good morning, agents.
Miko and Timmy: Good morning.
Alastor: How are you today?
Miko: Pretty good.
Timmy: Meh, slept on the wrong side this morning.
Alastor: I know, that problem gets to me from time to time. You just want to be comfortable when you're asleep, but that one position that seems comfortable-
(Timmy "fastforwards" the audio, Alastor emulates the sound of a tape being sped up. Timmy stops, and it's normal again.)
Alastor: Miko, Timmy, your mission is of the greatest importance. The Prime Minister of Backhairistan is in town and will be attending a gala at the convention center, where he intends to show off his sick dance moves and party like it's 1999. In order to give him the best chance of doing so, the convention center's ballroom floor must be swept, mopped, and buffed to a mirror finish so clear that one could see the gaps of their teeth in it. If you, or any of your team, are caught and/or killed, I will blurt out "Miko and Timmy are dumb idiots!' on TikTok and Instagram, thus preventing you from ever becoming lame social media influencers.
(Timmy and Miko shrug.)
Alastor: This tape will self-destruct as soon as you say "let's do this."
Miko: Well, old partner. That's our mission. Ready to get to it?
Timmy: Let's do this!
Alastor: Boom!
(Miko and Timmy shake hands. Cue the spy music now playing in the background.)
Miko: Now, do you know where the convention center is?
Timmy: I think so, now let's go. Wait, we have to drive there. Do you have a license, Miko?
Miko: I thought you did.
Timmy: I'm ten. What do you think?
Miko: Right.
(They think for a second.)
Timmy: Oh! I know. My genie lamp.
(He pulls out the "lamp" and rubs it.)
Timmy: (doing the genie voice) You have one wish left. What is your desire?
Timmy: (his real voice) Can you take my friend and I to the convention center here in town?
Genie: Certainly.
(Woosh!)
Miko: That was easy. Hey, what did you use the first two wishes on?
Timmy: Don't ask.
(They look around.)
Timmy: Darn it, the ballroom's full of people.
Miko: (shouting) HEY, EVERYONE! A RANDOM MAJOR CELEBRITY'S SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS OUTSIDE!
(Timmy nods his head.)
TImmy: Well, that did it.
Miko: No one can resist the lure of a celebrity.
(They look around.)
Miko: Okay, we're in. What first?
Timmy: Well, we have to sweep it. There should be a broom closet somewhere.
Miko: Found it!
(She holds out a "broom" and begins sweeping.)
Timmy: We're never gonna get this done soon enough with just one broom.
Miko: There was only one broom in that closet.
Timmy: Wait! When I was born, they injected me with broom DNA. So that means my hair…
(He takes off his hat and begins sweeping the floor with his hair.)
Timmy: Don't say anything about this, please. I have a reputation to protect.
Miko: Noted.
(They finish sweeping.)
Miko: Okay, now we need a mop.
Timmy: Was there not one in the broom closet?
Miko: No, there wasn't.
Timmy: Then what WAS in there?
Miko: A single broom and a bunch of Total Drama memorabilia.
Timmy: That's not weird at all.
Miko: Says the guy with the shrine to that show in his room.
Timmy: Oh, come on! You said you would never mention that.
Miko: Hey, I have an idea.
(She presses a button, and her shoes become "mops." Timmy follows suit.)
Miko: Now let's skate within an inch of our lives!
(Miko and Timmy begin "skating" across the floor in their mop-shoes.)
Timmy: So people CAN make mopping fun by combining it with skating.
Miko: See?
Timmy: Okay, but HQ said we also had to buff the floor.
Miko: Just use me. My left arm is cybernetic. It can't become a broom or mop, but it CAN be a floor buffer.
(She begins "buffing" the floor.)
Timmy: Okay, but we still need a buffing solution.
Miko: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
(Timmy nods, and the two "spit" on the floor.)
(BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!)
Timmy and Miko high-fived as they walked back to their seats.
"I thought it was cool how you both thought about spitting at the same time," Hades. "Good synergy there."
"Didn't think you were the kind of person to say 'synergy'," Miko said.
"Hey, you learn something new everyday," Hades said. "Thousand points apiece, as well as an extra thousand to Vegeta, since I'm still smiling from earlier."
"Really?" Alastor asked. "I'm not."
"Shame. Now let's move over to a game called 'Scenes From A Hat'. This is for all four intrepid performers."
Timmy and Alastor moved to where Hades' desk was, while Miko and Vegeta stood on the other side of the stage. Hades pulled out the familiar black silk magician's tophat from under his desk.
"So, before the show, we asked our audience for suggestions of small things they would like to see," Hades explained. "We took the good ones, put them in this lovely hat here, and we're gonna see how many of these our performers can act out, starting with…"
(Scenes From A Hat!)
"... 'What you don't want to hear from a stranger in the next stall'."
Timmy stepped up first. He mimed writing something in front of him. "Timmy...is...a...weirdo."
After Timmy finished and returned to his spot, Alastor walked up. "Crap, which toilet did I put the bomb in?"
Miko walked up next, holding her stomach and showing discomfort. "Ugh, can't believe I actually won that burrito eating contest."
Vegeta also had one. "Mommy? Daddy? Where are you? I'm lost."
(BUZZ!)
"People say that kind of humor is immature," Hades said as he drew another slip of paper. "Well, so is everything else on this show, so take that."
He read the paper. ".What Alastor is thinking right now'."
From his spot, Alastor sighed.
Vegeta stepped up. "Please don't let Vegeta sing to me again. Please, please, PLEASE don't let him sing to me again."
Nodding, Alastor stepped up next. And his contribution was pretty dark.
(Author's Note: Reader discretion is advised.)
"When I get my hands on Vegeta, I will eviscerate him, chop off each of his toes one-by-one, then chop off his fingers one-by-one, and do the same to his limbs until he is nothing but torso and head. Next, I will take that torso and head and give him a slow, agonizing, literally bone-crushing bear hug. After that, I will take my time ripping his guts out. Which I will then proceed to strangle him by. And even then I won't let him die. I'll heal him a little bit, but not enough to save him. Only enough to make him bleed to death that much more slowly as I leave him to suffer the boiling heat in Hell."
Everyone was silent as Alastor returned to his spot. Miko and Timmy had horrified expressions, while Hades looked amused. Vegeta's expression remained unchanged. Even the audience didn't make a sound.
"Not bad," Vegeta muttered.
"So….next suggestion?" Miko asked.
"Please," Timmy said.
Hades reached into the hat. "You all are wusses," he said, before grabbing a paper and reading it. "'Funny bedside prayers'."
Miko walked onstage and got to her knees. "Dear God, please make this prayer I'm making now come true."
She stood up and walked back to her spot, while Vegeta walked up. "God, please get people to understand that Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans, is a god as well."
The next one, in a true meta example, was Hades. "Oh Zeus, HURRY UP AND GIVE ME OLYMPUS, YOU DIRTBAG!"
He ran back to his desk and hit the buzzer again. (BUZZ!)
"Sorry, couldn't resist. Anyway, 'Baby names that will get your child beat up in school'."
Alastor walked up. "Ohh, looks like little Stewart Pit needs a diaper change."
Miko was next, beckoning Timmy forward. "You see, son, we gave you your name because we believe it will one day come true."
"Really? Thanks, Mom."
"No problem, U.S. President #55."
Vegeta had one as well. "Here comes the airplane, Kakarot!"
(Author's Note: These next two examples are from the real-life Whose Line? show, with a few changes.)
Timmy walked back up. "That's it, Beat Me Up. Get in the corner!"
Lastly, Alastor had a second one. "Let's go out and play, Colin Mochrie." The laughter from that one was quite loud.
(BUZZ!)
"'What video game characters say to their therapists'."
Miko walked up. "I don't understand why Bowser doesn't just give up," she said, adopting a Princess Peach-like tone of voice. "But instead he decides to kidnap me so often I can actually schedule it."
(BUZZ!)
"'Past U.S. presidents as TV show hosts'."
Timmy walked up. "I'm Franklin Roosevelt. And I say the only thing we have to fear is whether we can survive on a deserted island with a bunch of strangers. Find out if this group of strangers can on this episode of Survivor."
Next was Vegeta. "Four score and seven years ago, I gathered a bunch of hot, single women in their twenties to see which one would win the heart of this random hot guy. Welcome to The Bachelor."
Miko had one as well. "I'm Donald Trump, and this is The Apprentice."
Hades shrugged. "I mean, you're not wrong."
Alastor came up with one, but for his, he ran off the stage and up the steps in the audience section.
"Hello, everyone. And welcome to Whose Line Is It Anyway?, the show where the points don't matter and the lines are lined up, just like presidential debates. I'm your host, Calvin Coolidge. Come on down, let's have some fun!"
He high fived- a few audience members as he walked back down.
(BUZZ! BUZZ!)
The performers walked back down to their seats.
"How did I know there would be a Whose Line joke in that one?" Hades asked.
"The real-life show is actually huge where I come from," Alastor told him.
"Not surprised. "Anyway, we'll be right back with more Whose Line, right after this!" Hades threw the hat at the camera.
(In lieu of a commercial on this one, let's see how a certain someone reacted to a certain joke…)
"I'm surprised no one tried to make a joke involving one of us sooner," Wayne said.
"Does Hades crack in the first episode about me being irrelevant not count?" Ryan asked.
"That was less a joke and more the truth. All three of us don't help out all that much in this version."
"Except when Hades drags us to help with goodwill-spreading music videos," Colin pointed out.
Ryan shrugged. "Fair point. So buddy, how does it feel to be the first of us to be the target of a true joke on this version of the show?"
"Meh, I've heard worse. Besides, we saw Alastor get pretty much tortured earlier. I think that balances out."
"That, and you did make the same joke against yourself before."
"Makes sense. Hey, five bucks says the final game is 'Props'."
"You're on."
(Back to the show…)
Timmy was sitting at the desk while everyone else was onstage with Hades.
"Welcome back to Whose Line Is It Anyway?," Hades announced. "The winner tonight is Timmy Turner!"
Timmy waved his hat into the air.
"So he gets to sit on his butt and be lazy, while the rest of us will entertain you all with a game called 'Props'."
Just faintly, the sound of someone screaming "Pay up, sucker!" could be heard at this moment.
"Anyway, the four of us have been divided into two teams, and each team will be given a prop that we must use in whatever ways we can think of. Timmy, the props, please."
The first prop was a long plastic tube with a hinge at the center so both ends could detach. "This is for Vegeta and Hades," Timmy said, handing them the item.
The second prop was a piece of plastic about as long as Miko's arm, with several noodle-like appendages attached. "And this is for Miko and Alastor," Timmy said as Alastor grabbed the prop.
"Okay, now we have to come up with whatever we can using these props," Hades said. "Let's start with Miko and Alastor."
(Props!)
(Miko/Alastor)
"Calm down there, Bessie," Alastor said as he and Miko "milked" a "cow", using the noodle parts of their prop as the udder.
(Vegeta/Hades)
"Weeeeee!" Hades squealed as he and Vegeta used their prop like a see-saw.
(Miko/Alastor)
Alastor, pretending to drive a car, walked through the noodles.
"Your car is spotless, sir," Miko said, giving him a thumbs up.
(Vegeta/Hades)
They had separated the two parts of the prop and were now holding them like swords.
"Strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine," Hades said.
Scratch that, lightsabers.
(Miko/Alastor)
They reenacted the iconic scene from Psycho on this one. Miko was behind the noodles, pretending to take a shower, while Alastor walked up, holding a knife. The noodles were moved, cue Miko screaming and Alastor trying to do the music from the scene.
(Vegeta/Hades)
"Today's show has been brought to you by the letter V," Hades said as Vegeta held up the reattached prop pieces.
(Miko/Alastor)
"Just how many times have I tried teaching you to tie those at this point?" Alastor asked Miko, who had the prop on her shoe to simulate shoelaces.
(Vegeta/Hades)
"Clear the runway!" Vegeta shouted as he used both parts of the prop as air traffic batons.
(Miko/Alastor)
"Wait, so you want a manicure for those?" Alastor asked.
Miko had the prop on her hand to act as fingernails. "Hey, I'm sure you can handle it."
(Vegeta/Hades)
"Stroke, stroke, stroke," Vegeta said while he and Hades were pretending to row a boat.
(Miko/Alastor)
Miko and Alastor peeked through the noodle prop. "Crikey!" Miko said with a faux Australian accent. "Look at the size of this one! Let's approach it carefully, for if we agitate it, it could spell disaster."
(Vegeta/Hades)
Both halves of their prop were being used as giant pencils. "Finished my test!" Hades exclaimed, while Vegeta huffed in frustration.
(Miko/Alastor)
"People make fun of my teeth all the time, please help me," Miko said to Alastor as she held the prop to her mouth.
(Vegeta/Hades)
"Come on, fire's not that hard to build," Hades said as he rubbed the prop halves together.
"Pretty sure it just started raining," Vegeta added.
"Really?"
(Miko/Alastor)
Alastor had the prop near his waist. He was trying to hula dance and hold the prop in place at the same time.
"Welcome to Hawaii," he said.
(Vegeta/Hades)
One half of the prop had been discarded for this one. Vegeta was running in place with the other half, then he handed it to Hades, who also began running in place.
(BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZZZ!)
The duos threw the props off to the side, and Hades looked at the camera.
"And that's pretty much all she wrote," he said. "To end our show, we're gonna have Vegeta and Alastor read the credits. I want you two to read the credits while Alastor is doing everything he can to torture Alastor. Thanks for watching, and goodnight!"
As the credits played, Alastor lived up to his task: by singing Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up" offkey, with parts of the credits imposed in. Vegeta spent that time covering his ears.
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That's how you Rickroll somebody in the fanfiction world.
Here's the Cliffnotes version of what just went on during this chapter. The Powerpuff Girls should never split up, doing dishes is fun if you can make a song about it, Vegeta got really into his Sarah McLachlan and tortured Alastor in the process, Timmy's hair somehow can sweep floors, Calvin Coolidge would've made a great Whose Line host, and one can find multiple ways to interpret a piece of foam and some noodles.
I'm giving a big thanks to MemeKing the Third for sending me Vegeta, for Miko, and FireFlamerx9z for both Timmy and Alastor. Also, extra shoutout to MemeKing for the "hear from a stranger in the stall", "bedside prayers", and "baby names'' SFAH suggestions, as well as 95 for the "presidents hosting TV shows'' suggestion. Let me say, I couldn't wait to do the one with the presidents. So thank you for that.
This story so far has given me a lot to focus on, especially when I keep finding progress on my other stories to be too slow. And for this story as well as the other, I have a ton of ideas to work with. For example, while this is purely meant to be a comedy story with no real plot, that doesn't mean it can't connect to the plot of my other stories. I also have been thinking about an idea where each of the three real-life guys (who have made a few small appearances so far but nothing major) each appearing on an episode with three fictional faces, as a way to both test the combos and my own ability to get those three right. Just let me know what you think, I'm all ears.
And as always, the suggestions for games and performers are open, so let loose.
At this point, you know the drill. Read and review, fave and follow, send in suggestions for performers, games, and topics, and read all my other stuff.
So all of you stay awesome, and I'll see you next time. TheMasterKat out!