The actor strike is over... the staff is back and ready...
Without further ado...
Part Ten Cat Fight
(When we last left the Fabulous Four, Mike was in a Coma, Jen was dating Brad Pitt, LoonE2N was bouncing off the wall, and Synch was gathering them up to head out looking for the dreaded SoopDragon. They have been walking for three days now...)
SYNCH: LOOOOOOOONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
COOLGIRLJEN: LOOOOOOOOONEEEEEEEEE? HEEELLLLOOOOOOOOO???
SYNCH: Where the hell did she go?
COOLGIRLJEN: Hellif I know... Ummm... can you carry Mike for a while... he's kind of heavy after a few miles.
SYNCH: I told you we should have left him at the penthouse. Make Brad carry him.
(Thanks to special persuasive measures, Brad Pitt agreed to play the part of Brad Pitt)
BRAD PITT: Oh... thorry, but I'd butht a nail... I juth had them buffed latht week.
COOLGIRLJEN: Brad... why do you have a listhp? Thit... I have a lithsp too.
SYNCH: Thtop fooling awound. Uh no.
COOLGIRLJEN: AAHHAHAA... THynk hath a lythsp too.
BRAD PITT: You girlth thound funny.
(A figure appears through the dust on top of a rock ahead of the group)
KLINGONCHICK: AHA! The thpethul gath hath worked... oh thit... I got to closth! You... You three carrying the corpsth! Hand over you casth and there will be no trouble.
COOLGIRLJEN: Uh... Thynk... we have a visthitor.
SYNCH: Thisth isth not good. We thtill need to Find LoonE2N.
COOLGIRLJEN: What thould we do?
KLINGONCHICK: You thould thut the fuck up and hand over the casth.
(Que blaring hero music... Brad Pitt is cowering in Jen's breasts.)
LOONE2N: How's bout I just KICK YO ASS... Bitch!
KLINGONCHICK: What'th thisth? You're not lithsping???
LOONE2N: I was off behind a bush peeing when you released that silent but deadly gas bomb, you Hoe!
KLINGONCHICK: Isth it really neth-uh-thary to usth all the inthultsth? Let'th Justh battle, and after I kill your skinny asth... I will take the casth.
LOONE2N: Let's just say... I'm gonna fuck you up!
COOLGIRLJEN: Have you notithed, LOONE isth kinda calm.
SYNCH: theesth in terminator mode!
(LoonE2N and KlingOnChick fly into the air racing towards each other. KlingonChick pulls out a multitude of weapons, however LoonE2N's catlike reflexes and Ninja moves allow her to avoid damage. They are tangled up throwing fists and kicking when there is a huge explosion in the spot where they are.)
(Fade to black.)
COOLGIRLJEN: Necktht time we do a listhp theene... it better be a latteral listhp! Fucker!
Without further ado...
Part Ten Cat Fight
(When we last left the Fabulous Four, Mike was in a Coma, Jen was dating Brad Pitt, LoonE2N was bouncing off the wall, and Synch was gathering them up to head out looking for the dreaded SoopDragon. They have been walking for three days now...)
SYNCH: LOOOOOOOONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
COOLGIRLJEN: LOOOOOOOOONEEEEEEEEE? HEEELLLLOOOOOOOOO???
SYNCH: Where the hell did she go?
COOLGIRLJEN: Hellif I know... Ummm... can you carry Mike for a while... he's kind of heavy after a few miles.
SYNCH: I told you we should have left him at the penthouse. Make Brad carry him.
(Thanks to special persuasive measures, Brad Pitt agreed to play the part of Brad Pitt)
BRAD PITT: Oh... thorry, but I'd butht a nail... I juth had them buffed latht week.
COOLGIRLJEN: Brad... why do you have a listhp? Thit... I have a lithsp too.
SYNCH: Thtop fooling awound. Uh no.
COOLGIRLJEN: AAHHAHAA... THynk hath a lythsp too.
BRAD PITT: You girlth thound funny.
(A figure appears through the dust on top of a rock ahead of the group)
KLINGONCHICK: AHA! The thpethul gath hath worked... oh thit... I got to closth! You... You three carrying the corpsth! Hand over you casth and there will be no trouble.
COOLGIRLJEN: Uh... Thynk... we have a visthitor.
SYNCH: Thisth isth not good. We thtill need to Find LoonE2N.
COOLGIRLJEN: What thould we do?
KLINGONCHICK: You thould thut the fuck up and hand over the casth.
(Que blaring hero music... Brad Pitt is cowering in Jen's breasts.)
LOONE2N: How's bout I just KICK YO ASS... Bitch!
KLINGONCHICK: What'th thisth? You're not lithsping???
LOONE2N: I was off behind a bush peeing when you released that silent but deadly gas bomb, you Hoe!
KLINGONCHICK: Isth it really neth-uh-thary to usth all the inthultsth? Let'th Justh battle, and after I kill your skinny asth... I will take the casth.
LOONE2N: Let's just say... I'm gonna fuck you up!
COOLGIRLJEN: Have you notithed, LOONE isth kinda calm.
SYNCH: theesth in terminator mode!
(LoonE2N and KlingOnChick fly into the air racing towards each other. KlingonChick pulls out a multitude of weapons, however LoonE2N's catlike reflexes and Ninja moves allow her to avoid damage. They are tangled up throwing fists and kicking when there is a huge explosion in the spot where they are.)
(Fade to black.)
COOLGIRLJEN: Necktht time we do a listhp theene... it better be a latteral listhp! Fucker!