~Chapter 3: Happy Noodle Boy Interlude :^)~
Disclaimer: Don't know if I covered this in the first chapter, but Happy Noodle Boy doesn't belong to me. You no sue! Oh yeah, and HNB's first words in this fic came from a "message" in the cd insert of STP's Core album, so that doesn't belong to me, either.
AN: Like I said in Chapter 2, I had no idea where I was gonna go with the plot of the Johnny part, and it was starting to worry me, so I decided to do a pointless Happy Noodle Boy thing while I waited for more inspiration. Fun, yes? BTW, the original title of this particular version was "Happy Noodle Boy Interlude, Take 2 :^)" because I had written a not-as-good version the night before. There's actually an inside joke between the whole "geek" and "kumquat" transition thing. It wasn't necessary to know that, but I thought I'd enlighten you anyway. While we're at it, my cat's whiskers finally grew back after a freak stovetop incident. Oh oh oh! And also, I forgot this in the last chapter: I do great big lucid thanky dance at DoomTerran for the idea on how to torture Lisa. K, enough of this...
Happy Noodle Boy walked into the local Starbucks. A bit of a change, but it was no big deal. A slight cheetoh, as he put it. Noodle Boy threw his soap box on the floor, stepped up, and began work.
"Ahem! Hurumph! Ahergk, hack, cough cough, hack!" A hairball flew out of his mouth and into another person's coffee. "And to you, dead and bloated nation of sleepwalkers!" Noodle Boy began. "So content to drown in your own rancid apathy that your own minds and the minds of you children are being bought and sold on the auction block by swarthy old hogs!"
"Geek!" a kid in line shouted at HNB.
"Flatulent kumquat!" Happy Noodle Boy screeched. "You dare defy my boots?! Blasphemy! Obey the boots!"
Silence from his "audience".
"Flick the finger puppets! Fear my towels, for they command you in such a commanding way. Antelope!"
And with that, Psychic Noodle Boy's message, however nonsensical it might have been, came true as a herd of antelope ran through the Starbucks, trampling only him. The room grew even more silent. [AN: I'm so crazy, I don't know this is impossible :^D Yay!] Noodle Boy added, with his last breath, "Shut up!"
"Whee!" exclaimed the above mentioned kid.
The end.
Conclusion: A dog later came in and walked off with Dead Noodle Boy's head.
The real end. Yay!
Disclaimer: Don't know if I covered this in the first chapter, but Happy Noodle Boy doesn't belong to me. You no sue! Oh yeah, and HNB's first words in this fic came from a "message" in the cd insert of STP's Core album, so that doesn't belong to me, either.
AN: Like I said in Chapter 2, I had no idea where I was gonna go with the plot of the Johnny part, and it was starting to worry me, so I decided to do a pointless Happy Noodle Boy thing while I waited for more inspiration. Fun, yes? BTW, the original title of this particular version was "Happy Noodle Boy Interlude, Take 2 :^)" because I had written a not-as-good version the night before. There's actually an inside joke between the whole "geek" and "kumquat" transition thing. It wasn't necessary to know that, but I thought I'd enlighten you anyway. While we're at it, my cat's whiskers finally grew back after a freak stovetop incident. Oh oh oh! And also, I forgot this in the last chapter: I do great big lucid thanky dance at DoomTerran for the idea on how to torture Lisa. K, enough of this...
Happy Noodle Boy walked into the local Starbucks. A bit of a change, but it was no big deal. A slight cheetoh, as he put it. Noodle Boy threw his soap box on the floor, stepped up, and began work.
"Ahem! Hurumph! Ahergk, hack, cough cough, hack!" A hairball flew out of his mouth and into another person's coffee. "And to you, dead and bloated nation of sleepwalkers!" Noodle Boy began. "So content to drown in your own rancid apathy that your own minds and the minds of you children are being bought and sold on the auction block by swarthy old hogs!"
"Geek!" a kid in line shouted at HNB.
"Flatulent kumquat!" Happy Noodle Boy screeched. "You dare defy my boots?! Blasphemy! Obey the boots!"
Silence from his "audience".
"Flick the finger puppets! Fear my towels, for they command you in such a commanding way. Antelope!"
And with that, Psychic Noodle Boy's message, however nonsensical it might have been, came true as a herd of antelope ran through the Starbucks, trampling only him. The room grew even more silent. [AN: I'm so crazy, I don't know this is impossible :^D Yay!] Noodle Boy added, with his last breath, "Shut up!"
"Whee!" exclaimed the above mentioned kid.
The end.
Conclusion: A dog later came in and walked off with Dead Noodle Boy's head.
The real end. Yay!
