Smallville Parodies (TV for the rest of us)
Prescribed by Dr. Mwaahaha
Scene 1 A car parks in front of a Greek looking building. Clark and Phelan look up at the
Metropolis Museum. Phelan
had just mentioned that he was going to be quite rich about now. There was only one
thing big enough and precious that came to Clark's mind.
"It's the breastplate isn't it?" Clark said matter-of-factly. He had a disappointed and sad look on his face.
"Forget the breastplate, I want the jewels on it," Phelan smiled evily. He rubbed
his hands together. This little Smallville boy would work perfectly for him. The
possibilities would be endless!
"Then can I have it?" Clark looked at him eagerly.
Phelan froze and turned to look at the boy slowly and carefully.
Had he just heard correctly?
"What did you just say?" he asked Clark.
"The breastplate. You don't want it, and I personally thinks it looks spiffy. I can
never afford it, so if we're going to steal it, then I want it," Clark said with a huge
grin on his face.
Scene 2
His father was in jail. He wasn't just there for any reason. No, he was in there for
suspicion of homicide. This was crazy, everybody knew that there was no way in the
world that his father would have killed that man.
After a talk with his son, Jonathan decided that it was time that Clark go home.
His father put his fist up to the glass.
Clark hesitated and looked at it.
His father's gaze remained steady.
Clark eclipsed his father's fist with his palm.
"Paper. I win," he said into the phone. Scene 3
Clark saw Lana stuck in a red truck. The tornados were closing in at an alarming
rate. His fancy clothes were all in disarray. Hair that had been combed neatly was now
blown everywhere. But here he was, ready.
Lana turned and saw that Clark had just gotten there. In desperation, she yelled
out to him.
"CLAAAAARRRRKKKKKK!!!" she yelled with all her might. The door did not
seem to budge as she tried to get out.
"LAAAAANNNNNAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Clark yelled back, his face filled with
worry.
"CLAAAAARRRRKKKKK!!!!" Lana managed to yell.
"LAAAAAANNNNNAAAAA!!!!!!" Clark yelled back. He turned around and
faced the camera just as the tornados sucked Lana away behind his back.
"Hey! It's Marco Polo!" Clark flashes us a humongous grin. He turned back to the
tornado, only to find out that Lana had been sucked inside.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" He yelled.
To be continued.
(Mojo jojo voice) Mindless Chattah. If you actually re watch the episodes, you'll see that these scenes work out quite nicely. Do not worry my little patients, I am currently working on new concoctions. This is only the beginning, so remember to check up. Alas! I have missed the disclaimer! Was it on purpose????? Mwaahaahaa haa haa!!!!!!!! Smallville belongs to Joe Shuster and Jerry Siegel, WB, DC Comics, but mainly to WB and Joe/Jerry, cause they created it. So let us bow to the wonderful professors. This particular fanfic belongs to me, however, and me only so do not copy!!!! ^_^
Scene 1 A car parks in front of a Greek looking building. Clark and Phelan look up at the
Metropolis Museum. Phelan
had just mentioned that he was going to be quite rich about now. There was only one
thing big enough and precious that came to Clark's mind.
"It's the breastplate isn't it?" Clark said matter-of-factly. He had a disappointed and sad look on his face.
"Forget the breastplate, I want the jewels on it," Phelan smiled evily. He rubbed
his hands together. This little Smallville boy would work perfectly for him. The
possibilities would be endless!
"Then can I have it?" Clark looked at him eagerly.
Phelan froze and turned to look at the boy slowly and carefully.
Had he just heard correctly?
"What did you just say?" he asked Clark.
"The breastplate. You don't want it, and I personally thinks it looks spiffy. I can
never afford it, so if we're going to steal it, then I want it," Clark said with a huge
grin on his face.
Scene 2
His father was in jail. He wasn't just there for any reason. No, he was in there for
suspicion of homicide. This was crazy, everybody knew that there was no way in the
world that his father would have killed that man.
After a talk with his son, Jonathan decided that it was time that Clark go home.
His father put his fist up to the glass.
Clark hesitated and looked at it.
His father's gaze remained steady.
Clark eclipsed his father's fist with his palm.
"Paper. I win," he said into the phone. Scene 3
Clark saw Lana stuck in a red truck. The tornados were closing in at an alarming
rate. His fancy clothes were all in disarray. Hair that had been combed neatly was now
blown everywhere. But here he was, ready.
Lana turned and saw that Clark had just gotten there. In desperation, she yelled
out to him.
"CLAAAAARRRRKKKKKK!!!" she yelled with all her might. The door did not
seem to budge as she tried to get out.
"LAAAAANNNNNAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Clark yelled back, his face filled with
worry.
"CLAAAAARRRRKKKKK!!!!" Lana managed to yell.
"LAAAAAANNNNNAAAAA!!!!!!" Clark yelled back. He turned around and
faced the camera just as the tornados sucked Lana away behind his back.
"Hey! It's Marco Polo!" Clark flashes us a humongous grin. He turned back to the
tornado, only to find out that Lana had been sucked inside.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" He yelled.
To be continued.
(Mojo jojo voice) Mindless Chattah. If you actually re watch the episodes, you'll see that these scenes work out quite nicely. Do not worry my little patients, I am currently working on new concoctions. This is only the beginning, so remember to check up. Alas! I have missed the disclaimer! Was it on purpose????? Mwaahaahaa haa haa!!!!!!!! Smallville belongs to Joe Shuster and Jerry Siegel, WB, DC Comics, but mainly to WB and Joe/Jerry, cause they created it. So let us bow to the wonderful professors. This particular fanfic belongs to me, however, and me only so do not copy!!!! ^_^