Inside the Life of True Dumb Blondes
Chapter 3: The Urge to Murder
::Ashley and Brittney walk onstage and stub their toes, and, of course, collapse::
Announcer- We are sorry to inform that—oh never mind
::Ashley and Brittney get up and limp to the bed::
Ashley- OW uh………so like hey britt-ney what are we gonna wear to like the pprroomm???
Brittney- Like I don't knoooooow like I gotta wear something to impress Tra-vis!
Ashley- Like I knooooow (even though we all know she doesn't) I gotta impress Cha-se!
Brittney- Like I knoooooow (even though we all know she doesn't) Cha-se is soooo hot like I can't believe he asked YOU like why not me?……………………………………………….oh yeah I have a bf!
Ashley- Like you DO? Like WOW!
::suddenly there is a huge crash………………………"I'm o-kay!"::
::an old man…………about the age of ………..hold on please::
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::85 appears onstage::
Brittney- Man he's ugly
Ashley- Yeah but he has billions of gagillions of fafillions of gabillions of trillions of zillions of ………..yen
Ashley- OH Clark Joe Peter Samuel Benjamin John Jacob Henry the THIRD where have you BEEN?
Brittney- Yeah Clark Joe Bob Billy George Patrick Steven the FIFTH where HAVE you been?
Ashley- Ugh Brittney like go away
Brittney- Like SORRY but like I own this lovely studio
Ashley- Like since when?
Brittney- Since I traded in my red Porsche for it……………I still have the black one
Ashley- Like nooo way that is soooo gen-I-us!!!
Brittney- Like I KNOW!
::Brad runs onstage::
Brad- HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
::Brittney runs to pick up phone::
Brittney- Oh HI BRAD!
Brad- GET ON WITH IT
Brittney- Like okaaaay bye!
::Hangs up phone::
::Brad makes weird noises::
Brad- BYYYYYEEEEEEEE? I'M NOT ON THE PHONE DIP WE ARE SORRY TO INFORM THAT THIS MAN HAS CUSSED AND SEEING AS WE LIKE TO HAVE GOOD MORALS- THIS WORD IS CENSORED
::Vaughn runs onstage::
::Vaughn taps Brad's shoulder::
::Vaughn whispers to Brad::
::Brad nods::
::Vaughn leaves::
Brad- BYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEE? I'M NOT ON THE PHONE DIP-DOON!
::Ashley and Brittney say simoultaneously::
"YOU KNOW GERMAN?"
Brad- WE ARE SORRY TO INFORM THAT THIS MAN HAS CUSSED AND SEEING AS WE LIKE TO HAVE GOOD MORALS- THIS WORD IS CENSORED
::A piano falls on Brittney::
::Ashley appears from backstage, hiding a pair of scisors behind her back::
Ashley- Du du du du du du du……lalala………oops why Brittney what-is-wrong? Some-one-call-9-1-1!
::same person comes back from Chapter 2::
"WAIT WHAT'S THE NUMBER???????"
::the person is carried away by the security guards::
Ashley- UGH fine I'll call since nobody ELSE is smarttt enough ::glares at Clark Joe Peter…something or other the THIRD::…………………………… ……..::Snore::
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::Clark……..dude has a spas attack::
Ashley- Oh fine BE THAT WAY ::Clark…….person snores again::
::Ashley walks offstage::
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::a piano falls on Clark dude::
Ashley- OMIGOSH are you DEAD?????????
::feels heart::
Ashley- YES YOU ARE OMIGOSH WHOOPSIES ::rubs hands together:: hehehehe
::a dude in a tux walks onstage::
Tux-dude- Miss Ashley you have just gotten 40 billion gillion million fafillion mamillion gabillion fafillion yen
::a piano falls on Ashley::
::Brad comes out running::
Brad- ALL RIGHT EVERYBODY OUT COME ON COME ON COME ON OUT YA GO THAT'S IT THERE YOU GO RUN ALONG
::the studio is a ghost town::
::tumbleweed rolls across stage::
Brad- MOOOOOHAHAHA MOOOOOOOOHAHAHA
::Brad takes off his….face? oh well………….and reveals himself to be………….DR. EVILLLLLLLLL MOOOOOHAHAHA::
To be continued…………actually I'm just ending it here cuz its so stupid