Hopelessly Insane Star Wars Story By Meee!!! Part 2
I'm sorry for the delay, but my computer was messed, and I've been on vacation. Thank you to those who reviewed my stories. I will review yours. Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, although I am currently scheming to take over through, umm, (waves hand) I said nothing. I'm also making no money off of this, blah blah blah.
"Bomb! Bomb! Bomb!" Screamed Zam, Chelsea, and GT. The three girls and George Lucas were on their way to the airport, and George was beginning to wonder just how much more psychotic these kids could get. Seeing the confused look on his face, Zam stopped screaming long enough to explain. "We have to get this out of our systems now so we don't say it on the plane and get arrested." She resumed screaming. George resisted the urge to jump out of the car then and there. After a very eventful plane trip, which involved several 'plane to china phone calls', 'flying killer peanuts', 'call button deflector shields' and much playing with the seats, not to mention turning George's radio set up full blast when he slept, they landed in Australia. "Okay, next we have baggage claim," George informed them. "Please try not to be too psychotic." "No offense, but that's impossible," argued GT as Chelsea and Zam nodded their agreement. George sighed and shook his head. They walked out into the parking lot after GT set off several alarms at baggage claim by jumping on the conveyor belt and screaming "I'm Padme! I'm Padme!" "I hope they get here soon, after spending all day with these psychos I could use an extra strength Tylenol and a drink," muttered George Lucas. "Psycho? Us? Now why would you say a crazy thing like that?" asked Zam, as she GT and Chelsea were fingering the cab drivers and screaming at them. George Lucas was saved from replying as a van screeched to a halt two inches away from them and blasted its horn. "Hello Hayden, Natalie," greeted George as he opened the door. "Get in." The girls jumped in the van. "Girls this is Hayden Christiansen," he indicated the hot young driver in sunglasses, "and Natalie Portman." He pointed to the other person in the car, a young woman with straight brown hair. "Hi," greeted the girls in awe. "Hi," replied Hayden and Natalie. "Can I drive? I have my license." Asked GT. "Oh no! Not you! No way!" answered George right away. GT muttered something in Huttese. "GT, I invented Huttese." George reminded her. "So?" "So don't call me bantha fodder in Huttese." "Crap!" Hayden revved the engine. "Seatbelts and for your sake find a handhold." Instructed George as he and Natalie grabbed onto the handhold things in the van. The girls did up their seatbelts. "Um, why did you ask us to find handholds?" asked Zam. Hayden peeled out of the parking lot, swerving in and out of the already speeding traffic. "That's why." Squeaked George. "At last, one of us." Said the girls in a psychotic voice. Hayden screamed and jumped out of the car. "Oh, now its my turn!" exclaimed GT, diving over the seat and taking control of the wheel, going even faster than Hayden had. "GO BACK AND PICK HIM UP!!!!" screamed George, his eyes bugging out of his head at how bad GT's driving was. "Oh fine," she said, slamming on the brake, jamming the car in reverse and going just as fast backwards as she did going forwards. She slammed on the brakes right in front of Hayden, almost running him over. "Darn so close," she muttered. "I mean thank god we didn't run him over?" she added, seeing the look George was giving her. Hayden stumbled into the car, mumbled something about fluffy bunnies and proceeded to pass out cold. "He'll be fine," George muttered. "Now get us to the set before someone gets killed." GT's driving provided somewhat of a distraction for George, so Chelsea and Zam pulled makeup out of their pockets and gave Hayden a 'makeover'. When GT finally reached the set, George sprinted inside screaming for someone to bring him a Tylenol and a drink. Hayden had by now regained consciousness and followed him, walking far from straight. When Natalie and GT saw what Zam and Chelsea had done, they doubled over laughing. Hayden walked inside muttering something about lunatics. All the way out in the parking lot, the four of them heard George Lucas. "CHRISTIANSEN!!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING??????!!!!!!!!!!" Judging from the screams that followed, Hayden had by now checked a reflective surface and noticed the wig and makeup. From the even louder screams, they could assume he had now discovered that the wig was super glued to his head. By now the four of them were rolling around on the pavement in laughter. Whew. Okay how was it? Remember, review my stories and I'll review yours.
I'm sorry for the delay, but my computer was messed, and I've been on vacation. Thank you to those who reviewed my stories. I will review yours. Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, although I am currently scheming to take over through, umm, (waves hand) I said nothing. I'm also making no money off of this, blah blah blah.
"Bomb! Bomb! Bomb!" Screamed Zam, Chelsea, and GT. The three girls and George Lucas were on their way to the airport, and George was beginning to wonder just how much more psychotic these kids could get. Seeing the confused look on his face, Zam stopped screaming long enough to explain. "We have to get this out of our systems now so we don't say it on the plane and get arrested." She resumed screaming. George resisted the urge to jump out of the car then and there. After a very eventful plane trip, which involved several 'plane to china phone calls', 'flying killer peanuts', 'call button deflector shields' and much playing with the seats, not to mention turning George's radio set up full blast when he slept, they landed in Australia. "Okay, next we have baggage claim," George informed them. "Please try not to be too psychotic." "No offense, but that's impossible," argued GT as Chelsea and Zam nodded their agreement. George sighed and shook his head. They walked out into the parking lot after GT set off several alarms at baggage claim by jumping on the conveyor belt and screaming "I'm Padme! I'm Padme!" "I hope they get here soon, after spending all day with these psychos I could use an extra strength Tylenol and a drink," muttered George Lucas. "Psycho? Us? Now why would you say a crazy thing like that?" asked Zam, as she GT and Chelsea were fingering the cab drivers and screaming at them. George Lucas was saved from replying as a van screeched to a halt two inches away from them and blasted its horn. "Hello Hayden, Natalie," greeted George as he opened the door. "Get in." The girls jumped in the van. "Girls this is Hayden Christiansen," he indicated the hot young driver in sunglasses, "and Natalie Portman." He pointed to the other person in the car, a young woman with straight brown hair. "Hi," greeted the girls in awe. "Hi," replied Hayden and Natalie. "Can I drive? I have my license." Asked GT. "Oh no! Not you! No way!" answered George right away. GT muttered something in Huttese. "GT, I invented Huttese." George reminded her. "So?" "So don't call me bantha fodder in Huttese." "Crap!" Hayden revved the engine. "Seatbelts and for your sake find a handhold." Instructed George as he and Natalie grabbed onto the handhold things in the van. The girls did up their seatbelts. "Um, why did you ask us to find handholds?" asked Zam. Hayden peeled out of the parking lot, swerving in and out of the already speeding traffic. "That's why." Squeaked George. "At last, one of us." Said the girls in a psychotic voice. Hayden screamed and jumped out of the car. "Oh, now its my turn!" exclaimed GT, diving over the seat and taking control of the wheel, going even faster than Hayden had. "GO BACK AND PICK HIM UP!!!!" screamed George, his eyes bugging out of his head at how bad GT's driving was. "Oh fine," she said, slamming on the brake, jamming the car in reverse and going just as fast backwards as she did going forwards. She slammed on the brakes right in front of Hayden, almost running him over. "Darn so close," she muttered. "I mean thank god we didn't run him over?" she added, seeing the look George was giving her. Hayden stumbled into the car, mumbled something about fluffy bunnies and proceeded to pass out cold. "He'll be fine," George muttered. "Now get us to the set before someone gets killed." GT's driving provided somewhat of a distraction for George, so Chelsea and Zam pulled makeup out of their pockets and gave Hayden a 'makeover'. When GT finally reached the set, George sprinted inside screaming for someone to bring him a Tylenol and a drink. Hayden had by now regained consciousness and followed him, walking far from straight. When Natalie and GT saw what Zam and Chelsea had done, they doubled over laughing. Hayden walked inside muttering something about lunatics. All the way out in the parking lot, the four of them heard George Lucas. "CHRISTIANSEN!!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING??????!!!!!!!!!!" Judging from the screams that followed, Hayden had by now checked a reflective surface and noticed the wig and makeup. From the even louder screams, they could assume he had now discovered that the wig was super glued to his head. By now the four of them were rolling around on the pavement in laughter. Whew. Okay how was it? Remember, review my stories and I'll review yours.