It Be Picture Day In Tortall. Woohoo *waves little flags around
sarcastically*
Disclaimer: Well, you see, the thing is that OW...SHIT!
Me: *Exasperated* What's the matter now?
Kel: Nothing's wrong! Nothing! Don't come back here!
Disclaimer: HELP! Eek!
Me: *Walking behind the scenes where the disclaimer is* What the...? *Kel is holding a raised glaive and standing behind the disclaimer*
Kel: Bua ha, ha!
Me: OI! Can I get the griffins back here!
Kel: *Runs away* AHHHHHHH! NO!
Me: *Brushing hands together* That takes care of that. Now I believe that you were speaking, my dear disclaimer. *Maniacal laughter*
Disclaimer: *Inching away* Heh, heh. Right. I was SAYING that the characters from the Tamora Pierce books belong to *gasp* TAMORA PIERCE. Never would have figured that out, would you have, ace?
Me: Also, see the bottom for the rest of the disclaimers. *Has a coughing fit and dies* *Revives* Yes, mesa been sick. That's why I haven't updated. Yeah, blame it all on the sick. -_-
~*~
Buri: Grrr! *Froths*
Daine: Mommy!
Teacher: She's dead!
Daine: Ah yes. What's for supper?
Liam: Anchovy pie. A personal favorite sent in by Bertha Jones of Inner Carthak. Let's all give a round of applause for miss Jones.
Cleon: Well, I could really do with some chili.
Liam: I haven't got any chili. Just anchovies. And pie.
Cleon: How's that chili coming, Liam? I can't believe how much I want it.
Liam: I DON'T HAVE ANY CHILI, FOO'!
Cleon: Oh. Well, in that case I'll just have chili.
*Liam explodes with frustration*
Liney: Again! Again, again, again!
Aragorn: Arg?
Gimli: Arg.
Legolas: 'Arg' is so, like, last season! Now, like, everybody is, like, totally saying 'ar.' Get with, like, the program! Totally! *Hair flip*
Maddy: *Muffled because she's crammed in a corner and squished* I think if we shoot that flagpole with a laser beam made of potatoes, tiny mirrors or sequins and glue we can knock Buri unconscious.
Kel: Whoa! Are you felling all right?
Maddy: Teacher! Teacher! My head's stuck in the pickle jar again!
Kel: Yeah, you're all right. Where are you, by the way?
Maddy: Crammed in a corner and being squashed to itty-bitty bits by somebody's ginormous flub.
Photographer: You leave me and my weight problem out of this!
Buri: Hey! I'm rabid over here! What are ya'll gonna do about it? Bua ha ha! I can rule the world!
Jon: Why don't we just shoot her with this? *Pulls out a heavy duty tranquillizer gun he bought at The Dollar Store*
Raoul: As it's my wife I advise against the use of such heavy artill-SHOOT HER! *Chants* Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot!
Jon: Oh boy!
Gun: Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Buri: Ahh--*slumps over*
Raoul: Did you really have to shoot her that many tim-AGAIN! Shoot her again!
Teacher: Now Jon, you should see counseling. Raoul, you should see the mental hospital. I have their number.
Maddy: I know that number! *Quickly dials some number on a telephone that has appeared out of nowhere*
Phone: Welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline! - If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly. - If you have multiple personalities, press 2, 3 and 4. - If you are manic-depressive, it doesn't matter what number you press. Nobody will answer. Nobody cares. - If you are paranoid delusional, we know who you are AND we are out to get you. Just stay on the line while we trace your call. - If you are anal retentive, press 1, 5, 6, 8 and the # simultaneously, while standing on one foot and hopping.
Liney: I love that one! Can we call Madame Crackers at the physic hotline next?
Photographer: Can't we just take the stupid picture? There's only the class picture left! Then I can leave this hellhole.
George: *Gasp* He said hell! He's a bad, bad man!
Alanna: Shut up, bastard.
George: You're mean! I'm telling on you! Teacher, teacher!
Teacher: Five years until retirement. Fire years...
Neal: Big words! What does five mean? What's five? Who's five? Do I know him?
Aragorn: Mufasah is coming for your souls. He's coming. Coming...RUN!
Cleon: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Protect me! *Hides behind Owen*
Owen: Poor jolly dude. *Pats Cleon reassuringly*
Legolas: Well, we really have to be going! Ta!
Gimli: Bye.
Aragorn: Bye.
Legolas: Toodlepip! Tata! Au revoir!
Maddy: Yeah...French toast, Eiffel Tower, burrito.
*Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli dissaperate*
All: Neato!
Numair: I've never seen anyone do that so well!
Maddy: Yeah, well, I've never plucked a rooster, and I'm not too good at ping-pong, and I've never licked a sparkplug-no that's a lie.
Cleon: So? Well, I've never kissed a chipmunk, and I've never bathed in yogurt, and I've never painted babies on a great big rubber ball!
Liney: Ha! I can beat that! Well, I've never sniffed a stinkbug, and I've never walked a gangplank, and I don't look good in leggings, and I've never been to Boston in the fall!
Myles: I've never eaten a dictionary.
Jon: You don't know what you're missing, man.
Kel: On the day I got my first tooth I had to kiss my great aunt Ruth. She had a beard. And it felt weird. *Shudders*
Roger: Ten days after I turned eight I got my lips stuck in a gate. My friends all laughed and I just stood there until the fire department came and pried the gate open with a crow bar and my lips came out all swollen and I had to spend the next seven weeks in lip-rehab with one other boy named Oscar who got stung by a bee right on the lips and we couldn't even talk to each other until the sixth week and when Oscar did speak it was only in Polish and I only know three words in Polish, except now I know four because Oscar taught me the word for lips; Usta.
Neal: That beats the crud out of what I was about to say.
Alex: Once I ate an entire glue stick.
All: *Gasp*
Photographer: I once killed an entire class because they wouldn't shut up and let me take their stupid class picture! Damnit!
Daine: I think he may be hinting at something, but what could it be?
Onua: Guess what's back? Back again? Cheese is back. Tell a friend.
Jon: You're a weird one all right. Maybe you should-
*Tkaa comes flying out of the sky and lands on Jon, squashing and killing him before we could figure out the rest of what he was going to say*
~*~ Hell~*~
Thayet: Yes! He's, like, dead!
Liam: Now I can beat him up!
Jon: Why are you guys so mean? Wahhh! Mommy!
Liam: I'm not your mother, boy!
~*~
Teacher: Well, at least he's with his mother now.
Liney: Yeah, he and Liam were always really close.
Photographer: Can I just take the class picture before you ALL die?
Teacher: Yes, yes. Line up so the nice photo-man can take your class picture.
Wyldon: I'm so, like, photogenic. Why didn't I come up with this idea sooner?
Owen: Because you're jolly crackers?
Neal: Crackers? WHERE? I WANT CRACKERS!
Kel: And cheese.
*Photographer takes the picture*
Everybody: WHAT? *And they proceed to maul the photographer who is trying his hardest to get out of the door in one piece*
~*~
Did you guys like it? Sure hope so. It sure took me a long time. *Phew* How exhausting. *Takes a nap and watches Lord of the Rings for the millionth time* I'll write more soon unless I get distracted. *A random bug crawls by* WOW! *Becomes increasingly distracted*
Oh, and those extra disclaimers you're all so crazy about. Here they are...
Disclaimer one: The psychiatric hotline does not belong to me. I actually copied the answering machine thing from one of my friend's IM away messages.
Disclaimer two: The whole ten days after I turned eight I got my lips stuck in a gate is part of a Veggie Tales song and thereby belongs to the Veggie Tales production studio.
Disclaimer three: There are a few random things in there that belong to Jonny Bravo.
There! Don't forget to review!
Luv,
Kitten of Insanity
Disclaimer: Well, you see, the thing is that OW...SHIT!
Me: *Exasperated* What's the matter now?
Kel: Nothing's wrong! Nothing! Don't come back here!
Disclaimer: HELP! Eek!
Me: *Walking behind the scenes where the disclaimer is* What the...? *Kel is holding a raised glaive and standing behind the disclaimer*
Kel: Bua ha, ha!
Me: OI! Can I get the griffins back here!
Kel: *Runs away* AHHHHHHH! NO!
Me: *Brushing hands together* That takes care of that. Now I believe that you were speaking, my dear disclaimer. *Maniacal laughter*
Disclaimer: *Inching away* Heh, heh. Right. I was SAYING that the characters from the Tamora Pierce books belong to *gasp* TAMORA PIERCE. Never would have figured that out, would you have, ace?
Me: Also, see the bottom for the rest of the disclaimers. *Has a coughing fit and dies* *Revives* Yes, mesa been sick. That's why I haven't updated. Yeah, blame it all on the sick. -_-
~*~
Buri: Grrr! *Froths*
Daine: Mommy!
Teacher: She's dead!
Daine: Ah yes. What's for supper?
Liam: Anchovy pie. A personal favorite sent in by Bertha Jones of Inner Carthak. Let's all give a round of applause for miss Jones.
Cleon: Well, I could really do with some chili.
Liam: I haven't got any chili. Just anchovies. And pie.
Cleon: How's that chili coming, Liam? I can't believe how much I want it.
Liam: I DON'T HAVE ANY CHILI, FOO'!
Cleon: Oh. Well, in that case I'll just have chili.
*Liam explodes with frustration*
Liney: Again! Again, again, again!
Aragorn: Arg?
Gimli: Arg.
Legolas: 'Arg' is so, like, last season! Now, like, everybody is, like, totally saying 'ar.' Get with, like, the program! Totally! *Hair flip*
Maddy: *Muffled because she's crammed in a corner and squished* I think if we shoot that flagpole with a laser beam made of potatoes, tiny mirrors or sequins and glue we can knock Buri unconscious.
Kel: Whoa! Are you felling all right?
Maddy: Teacher! Teacher! My head's stuck in the pickle jar again!
Kel: Yeah, you're all right. Where are you, by the way?
Maddy: Crammed in a corner and being squashed to itty-bitty bits by somebody's ginormous flub.
Photographer: You leave me and my weight problem out of this!
Buri: Hey! I'm rabid over here! What are ya'll gonna do about it? Bua ha ha! I can rule the world!
Jon: Why don't we just shoot her with this? *Pulls out a heavy duty tranquillizer gun he bought at The Dollar Store*
Raoul: As it's my wife I advise against the use of such heavy artill-SHOOT HER! *Chants* Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot!
Jon: Oh boy!
Gun: Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Buri: Ahh--*slumps over*
Raoul: Did you really have to shoot her that many tim-AGAIN! Shoot her again!
Teacher: Now Jon, you should see counseling. Raoul, you should see the mental hospital. I have their number.
Maddy: I know that number! *Quickly dials some number on a telephone that has appeared out of nowhere*
Phone: Welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline! - If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly. - If you have multiple personalities, press 2, 3 and 4. - If you are manic-depressive, it doesn't matter what number you press. Nobody will answer. Nobody cares. - If you are paranoid delusional, we know who you are AND we are out to get you. Just stay on the line while we trace your call. - If you are anal retentive, press 1, 5, 6, 8 and the # simultaneously, while standing on one foot and hopping.
Liney: I love that one! Can we call Madame Crackers at the physic hotline next?
Photographer: Can't we just take the stupid picture? There's only the class picture left! Then I can leave this hellhole.
George: *Gasp* He said hell! He's a bad, bad man!
Alanna: Shut up, bastard.
George: You're mean! I'm telling on you! Teacher, teacher!
Teacher: Five years until retirement. Fire years...
Neal: Big words! What does five mean? What's five? Who's five? Do I know him?
Aragorn: Mufasah is coming for your souls. He's coming. Coming...RUN!
Cleon: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Protect me! *Hides behind Owen*
Owen: Poor jolly dude. *Pats Cleon reassuringly*
Legolas: Well, we really have to be going! Ta!
Gimli: Bye.
Aragorn: Bye.
Legolas: Toodlepip! Tata! Au revoir!
Maddy: Yeah...French toast, Eiffel Tower, burrito.
*Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli dissaperate*
All: Neato!
Numair: I've never seen anyone do that so well!
Maddy: Yeah, well, I've never plucked a rooster, and I'm not too good at ping-pong, and I've never licked a sparkplug-no that's a lie.
Cleon: So? Well, I've never kissed a chipmunk, and I've never bathed in yogurt, and I've never painted babies on a great big rubber ball!
Liney: Ha! I can beat that! Well, I've never sniffed a stinkbug, and I've never walked a gangplank, and I don't look good in leggings, and I've never been to Boston in the fall!
Myles: I've never eaten a dictionary.
Jon: You don't know what you're missing, man.
Kel: On the day I got my first tooth I had to kiss my great aunt Ruth. She had a beard. And it felt weird. *Shudders*
Roger: Ten days after I turned eight I got my lips stuck in a gate. My friends all laughed and I just stood there until the fire department came and pried the gate open with a crow bar and my lips came out all swollen and I had to spend the next seven weeks in lip-rehab with one other boy named Oscar who got stung by a bee right on the lips and we couldn't even talk to each other until the sixth week and when Oscar did speak it was only in Polish and I only know three words in Polish, except now I know four because Oscar taught me the word for lips; Usta.
Neal: That beats the crud out of what I was about to say.
Alex: Once I ate an entire glue stick.
All: *Gasp*
Photographer: I once killed an entire class because they wouldn't shut up and let me take their stupid class picture! Damnit!
Daine: I think he may be hinting at something, but what could it be?
Onua: Guess what's back? Back again? Cheese is back. Tell a friend.
Jon: You're a weird one all right. Maybe you should-
*Tkaa comes flying out of the sky and lands on Jon, squashing and killing him before we could figure out the rest of what he was going to say*
~*~ Hell~*~
Thayet: Yes! He's, like, dead!
Liam: Now I can beat him up!
Jon: Why are you guys so mean? Wahhh! Mommy!
Liam: I'm not your mother, boy!
~*~
Teacher: Well, at least he's with his mother now.
Liney: Yeah, he and Liam were always really close.
Photographer: Can I just take the class picture before you ALL die?
Teacher: Yes, yes. Line up so the nice photo-man can take your class picture.
Wyldon: I'm so, like, photogenic. Why didn't I come up with this idea sooner?
Owen: Because you're jolly crackers?
Neal: Crackers? WHERE? I WANT CRACKERS!
Kel: And cheese.
*Photographer takes the picture*
Everybody: WHAT? *And they proceed to maul the photographer who is trying his hardest to get out of the door in one piece*
~*~
Did you guys like it? Sure hope so. It sure took me a long time. *Phew* How exhausting. *Takes a nap and watches Lord of the Rings for the millionth time* I'll write more soon unless I get distracted. *A random bug crawls by* WOW! *Becomes increasingly distracted*
Oh, and those extra disclaimers you're all so crazy about. Here they are...
Disclaimer one: The psychiatric hotline does not belong to me. I actually copied the answering machine thing from one of my friend's IM away messages.
Disclaimer two: The whole ten days after I turned eight I got my lips stuck in a gate is part of a Veggie Tales song and thereby belongs to the Veggie Tales production studio.
Disclaimer three: There are a few random things in there that belong to Jonny Bravo.
There! Don't forget to review!
Luv,
Kitten of Insanity