Disclaimer: So Weird is Disney's. This story is mine. Flames will go to junior high and have to live through sixth period math class (a fate worst than death).
A/N: Important question.. Annie isn't such a blonde, is she?? Then WHY DO YOU HATE HER? I mean, I think you're funny and all, but I always thought she was the best out of all the Disney blondes. She's got a voice, and she's relatively smart.
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A thin, nimble person's silhouette was scarcely visible through the raindrop-stained window of the tour bus. Fi looked at it absently.
"Alien?" she wondered.
"No, an alien would have antennae, DUH. Werewolf? No, werewolves are thicker and less graceful."
She mused over this as if it were a gameshow question, "name the benign shadow of a sideshow oddity." Fun.
The creature sidled closer to the van, slipping through trees and bushes. It came just close enough so that Fi could make out two ugly blue orbs, blanketed by thin chenille eyelids. They stared at Fi's window, unblinkingly, and Fi did not know whether they noticed her or not -- but then the creature smiled. It was a skinny, sick looking smile, not unlike the creature's figure. Fi made the Star Trek sign at it. Resultantly, it raised it's hand, trying to make the same gesture, but could not -- because it's fingers were only little stumps above it's palm. The girl gasped, and leapt over to her bed to retrieve her camera. She returned to the window, and raised the camera, only to see the creature rocket away into the forest. She sighed and tried to entertain herself with the other windows.
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Molly trudged into the kitchen, still with her slippers on, to find her son and the Bell boys making music out of cardboard boxes. Carey stopped and pointed towards one of the seats, showing her one of his most beguiling smiles (::melts::).
Molly returned this with an irritable, "don't bother me, I'm battling my psychological demons" and planted her face in her cereal. Carey patted her shoulder sympathetically, and then went back to drumming on the cereal box for lack of more to do.
Fi entered the room, almost glowing, the image of the serpent-like man plastered in her brain like a picture on a wall. Molly wiped the Cheerios off of her face coolly.
"Good morning, dear! Jack thoughtfully remembered to buy you a new box of cereal," Molly cooed, coddling her only daughter.
"Thanks!" In one crisp motion, Fi seized the box out of Jack's hands and began pouring some for herself.
"So, how was your night, baby? 'Call Annie? Go online?"
"I saw a snake man."
Molly smiled and nodded approvingly. "Did you have a pleasant time?"
Fi shrugged and deposited her bowl in the sink. She departed from the room in haste, wanting to initiate her hunt for the snake man. But Carey, whose telepathic powers suddenly engaged and enabled him to read Fi's mind, excused himself from the table to join her.
"Snake men. That's dumb. Ha. Ha." He chortled, punching her lightly on the shoulder. She rolled her eyes at him.
"Foul mortal," she mumbled.
"Foul little mortal, whose interests are compelled by the mere mention of alien concepts such as 'snake men' and 'werewolf' and 'Awesome Blossom'... How despicable."
She vengefully pushed him backwards, into Ned, who, startled, abruptly pulled the brake on the car and drove onto a rope bridge. The van slowly rotated onto it's side, and hung by one tire on the cord. Molly gasped. Irene knicked Ned on the back of the head, scowling, "my mother TOLD me this would happen.... "
Carey smiled sheepishly. Fi shrugged again. Clu and Jack burst into raging fits of laughter.
Using the life-threatening crisis as a diversion, Fi sped directly out one of the windows, which was now hanging on it's hinges (ah, gotta love those windows) and ran towards the forest. Ned hadn't driven too far that night; the forest was still visible through the purple-tinted clouds. Fi grinned and stampeded towards it. Little did she know that the serpent had been at her heels the whole time. Carey had noticed mildly, however, which was why he was tracking where they went-- leaving cereal pieces as a trail, so that he could get back to the hugely collapsible rope bridge.
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((The next chapter is going to be a challenge fic. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE R/R!!!!!! The next chapter'll be funnier. Maybe a little smarter? Neh. Paha. Nehpaha. No way, Jose. I'll start the next chapter as soon as I obtain the requirements from my fair-feathered friends. BTW, I saw a bunch of stories here, and I really liked them. The people seem just as deranged as me. If anybody wants to give me stupid requirements for the THIRD or FOURTH chapters, go right along.))
A/N: Important question.. Annie isn't such a blonde, is she?? Then WHY DO YOU HATE HER? I mean, I think you're funny and all, but I always thought she was the best out of all the Disney blondes. She's got a voice, and she's relatively smart.
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A thin, nimble person's silhouette was scarcely visible through the raindrop-stained window of the tour bus. Fi looked at it absently.
"Alien?" she wondered.
"No, an alien would have antennae, DUH. Werewolf? No, werewolves are thicker and less graceful."
She mused over this as if it were a gameshow question, "name the benign shadow of a sideshow oddity." Fun.
The creature sidled closer to the van, slipping through trees and bushes. It came just close enough so that Fi could make out two ugly blue orbs, blanketed by thin chenille eyelids. They stared at Fi's window, unblinkingly, and Fi did not know whether they noticed her or not -- but then the creature smiled. It was a skinny, sick looking smile, not unlike the creature's figure. Fi made the Star Trek sign at it. Resultantly, it raised it's hand, trying to make the same gesture, but could not -- because it's fingers were only little stumps above it's palm. The girl gasped, and leapt over to her bed to retrieve her camera. She returned to the window, and raised the camera, only to see the creature rocket away into the forest. She sighed and tried to entertain herself with the other windows.
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Molly trudged into the kitchen, still with her slippers on, to find her son and the Bell boys making music out of cardboard boxes. Carey stopped and pointed towards one of the seats, showing her one of his most beguiling smiles (::melts::).
Molly returned this with an irritable, "don't bother me, I'm battling my psychological demons" and planted her face in her cereal. Carey patted her shoulder sympathetically, and then went back to drumming on the cereal box for lack of more to do.
Fi entered the room, almost glowing, the image of the serpent-like man plastered in her brain like a picture on a wall. Molly wiped the Cheerios off of her face coolly.
"Good morning, dear! Jack thoughtfully remembered to buy you a new box of cereal," Molly cooed, coddling her only daughter.
"Thanks!" In one crisp motion, Fi seized the box out of Jack's hands and began pouring some for herself.
"So, how was your night, baby? 'Call Annie? Go online?"
"I saw a snake man."
Molly smiled and nodded approvingly. "Did you have a pleasant time?"
Fi shrugged and deposited her bowl in the sink. She departed from the room in haste, wanting to initiate her hunt for the snake man. But Carey, whose telepathic powers suddenly engaged and enabled him to read Fi's mind, excused himself from the table to join her.
"Snake men. That's dumb. Ha. Ha." He chortled, punching her lightly on the shoulder. She rolled her eyes at him.
"Foul mortal," she mumbled.
"Foul little mortal, whose interests are compelled by the mere mention of alien concepts such as 'snake men' and 'werewolf' and 'Awesome Blossom'... How despicable."
She vengefully pushed him backwards, into Ned, who, startled, abruptly pulled the brake on the car and drove onto a rope bridge. The van slowly rotated onto it's side, and hung by one tire on the cord. Molly gasped. Irene knicked Ned on the back of the head, scowling, "my mother TOLD me this would happen.... "
Carey smiled sheepishly. Fi shrugged again. Clu and Jack burst into raging fits of laughter.
Using the life-threatening crisis as a diversion, Fi sped directly out one of the windows, which was now hanging on it's hinges (ah, gotta love those windows) and ran towards the forest. Ned hadn't driven too far that night; the forest was still visible through the purple-tinted clouds. Fi grinned and stampeded towards it. Little did she know that the serpent had been at her heels the whole time. Carey had noticed mildly, however, which was why he was tracking where they went-- leaving cereal pieces as a trail, so that he could get back to the hugely collapsible rope bridge.
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((The next chapter is going to be a challenge fic. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE R/R!!!!!! The next chapter'll be funnier. Maybe a little smarter? Neh. Paha. Nehpaha. No way, Jose. I'll start the next chapter as soon as I obtain the requirements from my fair-feathered friends. BTW, I saw a bunch of stories here, and I really liked them. The people seem just as deranged as me. If anybody wants to give me stupid requirements for the THIRD or FOURTH chapters, go right along.))