Disclaimer: So Weird is Disney's. The Jamaican song belongs to Shagee or whatever, I think. This story is mine. Flames are poop, so they get flushed down the toilet.
A/n: This part of the story is in response to JackPhillipsGirl's review. Anyone who can, please review it! Challenges are always welcome. I'll dance for a challenge! BTW-- I have no vengeful grudge against Annie, so it's kinda hard to make fun of her.. But she's funny as comic relief. Okay, scratch that: you don't NEED a vengeful grudge. I think I could get used to mocking her.. Well, maybe I won't, like, ONCE.
a/n: And also.... Patrick Levis is so hot on "Maybe It's Me." LOL, it's hard to imagine Jack as being on a show with "riske" jokes.... But anything is possible. Also, I saw Cara deLizia on "The Nightmare Room." She played a boy trapped in a girl's body who wanted his friends' spirits to stuff themselves inside other people's bodies. She's a very good actress.
a/n: Excessive stupidity.
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The slimy serpentman continued to pursue Fi. Carey, in addition, continued to follow them, telepathy not being enough to suppress his violent curiosity. Each person was trying not to alarm the person in front of them.
All of a sudden, the serpentman hoisted himself up from the dirt path, and wrapped himself around Fi's leg. Then he loosened and spiraled to her feet. Carey blinked.
"Did I just hear somebody blink?" Fi swiftly turned around and, because Carey was the only follower in her field of vision, he was the only person she saw.
"Don't scare me like that, Carey." She turned around to continue her journey. But just as she had spun around, she unwittingly stepped on the serpent man's head, and he let out a whine of pain. She gasped.
"LOOK at what you made me do!"
Suddenly, Molly walked into the woods. She seemed aghast at Fi, and gave her a look that differed greatly from the look she had given her that morning.
"It was the snake man's fault," Fi accused. "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have pushed Carey into Ned, and Ned wouldn't have driven the bus into a rope bridge, and-- "
"FI."
Molly frowned. Fi winced. Carey smiled at Ms. Phillips with admiration.
Molly looked at the snakeperson, and then back at Fi, with glass-shattering coldness.
"What have I always told you, about not talking to strangers?? It's a good thing that Carey was here with you." She returned the smile to Carey.
"Um, actually, I would like for you two wild youngin's" - he pointed to Molly and Carey - "to join us," invited the snakeman. Fi's eyes widened, both from her mother's scolding, and from the snakeman's suggestion. She clasped her hands over it's skinny line of a mouth.
"THEY HAVE NO ROMANTIC FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER WHATSOEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed. Molly gaped at her. Then she turned her attention towards Carey. His telepathic abilities were still stable, hence he leafed through Molly's thoughts at present -- and grinned at what he found. (ew that is soo PG)
Fi sobbed into the snakeman's already damp scales. He pet her on the head.
"Come on. Let's go buy some Gatorade. It always makes me forget my troubles. It heals the soul. It's blissfully sweet caffeine envelops my senses so I am incapable of feeling any more pain." He sighed. Fi looked up. Then she started sobbing again.
The two happy-go-lucky kids, the mother, and the human reptile promenaded towards a 7Eleven in the distance. 'Amazing how easily you can miss a roadstop. 'Amazing how easily you can forget your colleagues and friends who are suspended from a precariously tilting truck on a rope above a river. Oh well.
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They found themselves shoveling coins into lottery machines for lack of food interest -- and lack of dollars. But the guy at the register gave the snakeman a Gatorade without an argument, saying that he'd pay for it himself because he thought the snakeman was "cute." Snakeman accepted this compliment graciously and chugged it down. Fi, absorbed in watching this, jumped in surprise as Annie tapped her on the shoulder.
"Our fan fiction author took 'psycho' very literally," she observed, brimming with insanity. Fi nodded slowly.
"Wonderful."
Annie's mouth cracked into a wide, toothy grin.
"Listen to the moo-sik," she whispered, still with the laughable grin.
"That guy is singing in Jamaican, and the girl is singing 'I'm in love with a ma-han nearly twiiiiiiiiiiiice my age!' Well, vice versa, in our case." She playfully pinched Carey's cheek.
Carey maneuvered a feeble smile. His cheek hurt, so it was difficult. "Are... You... Going to sing?"
Annie shrugged and the grin resumed. Then she started to pinch his cheek more harshly, like a leech. Carey cringed. Molly slapped her hand away.
"Please, just sing," Molly implored.
Annie shrugged and the grin resumed. Then she started to pinch his cheek more harshly, like a leech.
"Déjà vu," Carey gasped. "I thought you got RID of that stupid Indian twin stone, Annie!" He pulled his face away. "Frankly, I do not like this."
Annie shrugged, but this time, the grin straightened into a horizontal line. She sawed Snakeman's head off with a nail file. He sewed it on again. Annie, ashamed, started clucking at her failures in an unintelligible Jamaican dialect.
Fi instantly developed an infatuation with Snakeman for his goofy antics. She liked a man who could sew his head back on. She stared at him adoringly. Oh, that glistening green skin, those penetrating blue peepers, those excruciatingly cute, buttonlike nostrils.. And that smile. It all bedazzled Fi, a naive little farmgirl, who was very unfamiliar with his type.
"So, what's your real name?" She fluttered her eyelashes.
"It's... Gordy," he returned rather hesitantly. He wasn't used to all this attention, being the strong, silent type. He smiled one of his beautifully thin, sheepish smiles, and looked down at his naked webbed feet.
"What's your name?"
"Fiona.... " She trailed off. Just as they were about to lean in for a kiss, Annie contrived a maniacal scheme. She greedily sniffed Gordy's Gatorade, grinned, muttered a thank you, and ran away. Molly closed her eyes.
"I've been having this idea for a song, Carey.. "
Carey sighed wistfully. "Is it about love , Molly?
Fiona and Gordy sank under the table and embraced. Gonzo's cold-blooded little frame, coiled up near Fiona, was a touching sight. The cashier worker pouted on the counter.
"I wish I had a snakeman of my own," he cried quietly, catching his tears in his palm. Everyone seemed a tad spacey -- immersed in their own romances. Conrad appeared, sang some showtunes, and then dematerialized.
A/N: PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My goal is to meet a lot of different and colorful fanfic authors. Especially if you're off your rocker -- because I've skyrocketted off of mine. No, it was not the result of a fart. Okay, bad word. Now I'm going to have to make the rating higher. Quack.
A/n: This part of the story is in response to JackPhillipsGirl's review. Anyone who can, please review it! Challenges are always welcome. I'll dance for a challenge! BTW-- I have no vengeful grudge against Annie, so it's kinda hard to make fun of her.. But she's funny as comic relief. Okay, scratch that: you don't NEED a vengeful grudge. I think I could get used to mocking her.. Well, maybe I won't, like, ONCE.
a/n: And also.... Patrick Levis is so hot on "Maybe It's Me." LOL, it's hard to imagine Jack as being on a show with "riske" jokes.... But anything is possible. Also, I saw Cara deLizia on "The Nightmare Room." She played a boy trapped in a girl's body who wanted his friends' spirits to stuff themselves inside other people's bodies. She's a very good actress.
a/n: Excessive stupidity.
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The slimy serpentman continued to pursue Fi. Carey, in addition, continued to follow them, telepathy not being enough to suppress his violent curiosity. Each person was trying not to alarm the person in front of them.
All of a sudden, the serpentman hoisted himself up from the dirt path, and wrapped himself around Fi's leg. Then he loosened and spiraled to her feet. Carey blinked.
"Did I just hear somebody blink?" Fi swiftly turned around and, because Carey was the only follower in her field of vision, he was the only person she saw.
"Don't scare me like that, Carey." She turned around to continue her journey. But just as she had spun around, she unwittingly stepped on the serpent man's head, and he let out a whine of pain. She gasped.
"LOOK at what you made me do!"
Suddenly, Molly walked into the woods. She seemed aghast at Fi, and gave her a look that differed greatly from the look she had given her that morning.
"It was the snake man's fault," Fi accused. "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have pushed Carey into Ned, and Ned wouldn't have driven the bus into a rope bridge, and-- "
"FI."
Molly frowned. Fi winced. Carey smiled at Ms. Phillips with admiration.
Molly looked at the snakeperson, and then back at Fi, with glass-shattering coldness.
"What have I always told you, about not talking to strangers?? It's a good thing that Carey was here with you." She returned the smile to Carey.
"Um, actually, I would like for you two wild youngin's" - he pointed to Molly and Carey - "to join us," invited the snakeman. Fi's eyes widened, both from her mother's scolding, and from the snakeman's suggestion. She clasped her hands over it's skinny line of a mouth.
"THEY HAVE NO ROMANTIC FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER WHATSOEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed. Molly gaped at her. Then she turned her attention towards Carey. His telepathic abilities were still stable, hence he leafed through Molly's thoughts at present -- and grinned at what he found. (ew that is soo PG)
Fi sobbed into the snakeman's already damp scales. He pet her on the head.
"Come on. Let's go buy some Gatorade. It always makes me forget my troubles. It heals the soul. It's blissfully sweet caffeine envelops my senses so I am incapable of feeling any more pain." He sighed. Fi looked up. Then she started sobbing again.
The two happy-go-lucky kids, the mother, and the human reptile promenaded towards a 7Eleven in the distance. 'Amazing how easily you can miss a roadstop. 'Amazing how easily you can forget your colleagues and friends who are suspended from a precariously tilting truck on a rope above a river. Oh well.
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They found themselves shoveling coins into lottery machines for lack of food interest -- and lack of dollars. But the guy at the register gave the snakeman a Gatorade without an argument, saying that he'd pay for it himself because he thought the snakeman was "cute." Snakeman accepted this compliment graciously and chugged it down. Fi, absorbed in watching this, jumped in surprise as Annie tapped her on the shoulder.
"Our fan fiction author took 'psycho' very literally," she observed, brimming with insanity. Fi nodded slowly.
"Wonderful."
Annie's mouth cracked into a wide, toothy grin.
"Listen to the moo-sik," she whispered, still with the laughable grin.
"That guy is singing in Jamaican, and the girl is singing 'I'm in love with a ma-han nearly twiiiiiiiiiiiice my age!' Well, vice versa, in our case." She playfully pinched Carey's cheek.
Carey maneuvered a feeble smile. His cheek hurt, so it was difficult. "Are... You... Going to sing?"
Annie shrugged and the grin resumed. Then she started to pinch his cheek more harshly, like a leech. Carey cringed. Molly slapped her hand away.
"Please, just sing," Molly implored.
Annie shrugged and the grin resumed. Then she started to pinch his cheek more harshly, like a leech.
"Déjà vu," Carey gasped. "I thought you got RID of that stupid Indian twin stone, Annie!" He pulled his face away. "Frankly, I do not like this."
Annie shrugged, but this time, the grin straightened into a horizontal line. She sawed Snakeman's head off with a nail file. He sewed it on again. Annie, ashamed, started clucking at her failures in an unintelligible Jamaican dialect.
Fi instantly developed an infatuation with Snakeman for his goofy antics. She liked a man who could sew his head back on. She stared at him adoringly. Oh, that glistening green skin, those penetrating blue peepers, those excruciatingly cute, buttonlike nostrils.. And that smile. It all bedazzled Fi, a naive little farmgirl, who was very unfamiliar with his type.
"So, what's your real name?" She fluttered her eyelashes.
"It's... Gordy," he returned rather hesitantly. He wasn't used to all this attention, being the strong, silent type. He smiled one of his beautifully thin, sheepish smiles, and looked down at his naked webbed feet.
"What's your name?"
"Fiona.... " She trailed off. Just as they were about to lean in for a kiss, Annie contrived a maniacal scheme. She greedily sniffed Gordy's Gatorade, grinned, muttered a thank you, and ran away. Molly closed her eyes.
"I've been having this idea for a song, Carey.. "
Carey sighed wistfully. "Is it about love , Molly?
Fiona and Gordy sank under the table and embraced. Gonzo's cold-blooded little frame, coiled up near Fiona, was a touching sight. The cashier worker pouted on the counter.
"I wish I had a snakeman of my own," he cried quietly, catching his tears in his palm. Everyone seemed a tad spacey -- immersed in their own romances. Conrad appeared, sang some showtunes, and then dematerialized.
A/N: PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My goal is to meet a lot of different and colorful fanfic authors. Especially if you're off your rocker -- because I've skyrocketted off of mine. No, it was not the result of a fart. Okay, bad word. Now I'm going to have to make the rating higher. Quack.