We're back!
Disclaimer: Knock Knock. Who's there? Nobody. Nobody who? Nobody who?
Oh well…
Summary: None. Ha ha!
Dedication: This story is dedicated to the old PinkScyther. The one who didn't
like Digimon… or was named "Sk8er Grl"…So I beat her
up in this story! Serves her right!
Slowking Studios proudly presents:
BROCK: Welcome back to Destroy That Digimon 2! Our current contestant is Kari!
Let's begin!
BROCK: Question #1: Who the heck is Qwerty Yuiop?
KARI: (bored) HyperMew's computer.
BROCK: Geez! Correct. Next Question: "What song do the lyrics: Five Golden
Retrievers, Four Collie Dogs, Three French Poodles, Two Great Danes, and a Schnauzer
With A Goatee" come from?
KARI: The Twelve Dogs of Christmas.
BROCK: What about: "Five Flannel Shirts, Four Sigma Tires, Three Shotgun
Shells, Two Hunting Dogs, and some Parts Of A Mustang GT"?
KARI: The Twelve Days of Redneck Christmas.
BROCK: Wrong! The Twelve Redneck Days of Christmas! Die! (pulls string. Five
flannel shirts, four sigma tires, three shotgun shells, two hunting dogs, and
some parts of a Mustang GT fall on Kari's head. She is really most sincerely
dead)
BROCK: Our next contestant is…Sk8er Grl! Uh oh.
Sk8er Grl comes up the dark tunnel.
SK8ER GRL: Brockie!
HYPERMEW: Die! Die! Die! (shoves wad of Digimon cards down Sk8er Grl's
throat) Yahhhh! Yahhhh!
SG: Owie! (slumps over. The circus float that HM was supposed to build in science
but turned out to look more like a drag racer speeds up and takes her to a hospital)
HM: Who let that in here?
ONE MILLION SG FANS: We did.
HM: It was a rhetorical question.
OMSGF: Oh. Sorry.
BROCK: Who's next? (checks schedule) Ah, Megadramon.
MEGADRAMON: Roar.
BROCK: Write your name.
Megadramon's signature on thin air because HM forgot to make the overhead
thingie rise up again: megadramon
BROCK: What are the top 3 shows (for all ages) that are on Taliban TV Network?
MEGADRAMON: Talitubbies, (A/N Tally-Wally, Beardsy, Turban, Poop!), Who's
Machine Gun is it Anyway?, and Afghanistan's Bloodiest Home Videos.
BROCK: pulls string anyway. The Talitubbies fall on Megadramon's head
MEGADRAMON: Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! It's something that even remotely resembles
Telitubbies! Run for your life!
BROCK: That's the best punishment yet! (Megadramon skedaddles) Next contestant…
Tracy! Wait a minute…
TRACY: Hi!
BROCK: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! I mean, since when is he a Digimon?
ASH: (who has been sitting behind the chair the hole time, picking his toenails)
(pulls out Dexter)
DEXTER: Tracymon. The scary Digimon. Will eat anything that tries to catch it.
Has recently consumed Matt, Kari, and Hamtaro.
ASH: Hamtaro tried to capture it?
TRACYMON: He didn't taste very good…
ASH & BROCK: Ah.
TRACYMON: Can I write my name?
BROCK: (high-tech overhead thingie rises out of the ground) Uh, sure.
Tracymon's signature: Traceymon
BROCK: Um…(high-tech overhead thingie goes back into the ground) Okay…
Question number one! What was Ash's snorlax eating when Ash first saw
him?
A. Apples
B. Grapefruit
C. Oranges
D. HyperMew's rubber ducky
TRACYMON: Mickey Mouse!
BROCK: (sweatdrops) I need a break…
HAMTARO: (comes in) I'll fill in!
BROCK: (turns purple and makes Bugs Bunny train sounds) Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh! (runs
away screaming)
HAMTARO: What's with him? (A/N: What was with him? Someone give me a good
answer in your review. You can be in my next game show fic! (Destroy that Digimon
3!))
TRACYMON: I know my answer now! B! Grapefruit!
HAMTARO: Correct! (pulls string anyway. A screwdriverhead shark falls on Tracymon's
head)
HYPERMEW: What's a screwdriverhead shark? Is it like a sears ultra shark?
I hate that commercial…
HAMTARO: COMMERCIAL BREAK!
(Sears Brand Ultra Shark commercial comes on)
HYPERMEW: Aaaaaah! (uses harry potter wand thingie to change the commercial
to the J.C. Penney commercial) Aaaaaah! It's worse then I imagined!
HAMTARO: End commercial break!
TRACYMON: What's the next question?
HAMTARO: What word perfectly describes you:
A. Sketcher
B. Smeargle
C. Handsome
D. Moron
TRACYMON: C of course! I-(he is cut off by Hamtaro pulling the string. 5,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000
sketchbooks fall on Tracymon's head. He's dead. Duh)
HAMTARO: Lesse, Tracymon is gone, the next contestant is… I'm not
spoiling the surprise! Anyway, I'd better leave. Brock would go insane
if he came back and I was still here. Bye!
BROCK: (enters) I'm back! Good, that rodent is gone…
TEAM ROCKET: Hi!
BROCK: (spins around) Yah! I thought you were at the RBS something.
TEAM ROCKET: We quit! Now we work for the Even Worse People Who Want To Save
Paper So They Try To Make FanFic Authors Write About Eight Thousand FanFics
On 1 Page In Size 8. Loosely translated, we're from the EWPWWTSPSTTTMFFAWAETFFO1PIS8.
And according to your contract, you need to put the next fanfic in this same
story.
BROCK:
TEAM ROCKET: Good point. We were kidding. Bye!
BROCK: (screen closes in leaving Brock going) Uh…
END!!
Well, that was okay. I got faster right at the end. I would've shown you his contract, but I'm supposed to get off the computer soon… Well, to be precise, five minutes ago. Anyway, 2 good reviews, 1 bad review (or good, I don't really care) and I'll begin. (drum roll here) Destroy that Digimon 3! (The first person that gives me good reviews gets to be on it! That should keep your spirits up!)
Bye!