The Series of Abnormal Events

Chapter 1: The Evil Antics of Dr. Weaver. Part six.

Gosh dang darn it! A part six? Not in my wildest dreams did I think I would still be doing this. It's probably because I like reviews, as always. I've been reading all day and it's really late, but I had the urge to start part six. So here I am. Yet again thanks goes out to Kitkatz for giving me great ideas, Sven and Cassi for the constant reviews and Lilliana for beta-ing this fic. I've got a idea for Carter. Don't be disappointed with it's lameness. If you could read my mind, although I know you can't, you'd know that the plan NEEDS to be lame. Alright I'm gonna start now. With Carter. But first, the disclamer.

Disclamer: MWAHAHAHAHA!!! I'm in control! No one can stop me now! Well actually, there are such things as copyright laws. They prevent evil geniuses (ie. ME!) from saying they own the characters or using them to make money. I'm not in this for the money. I'm in this cause Tara and I have wayyyy too over-active imaginations. Really.

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Let's start with Carter and his gang.

Carter, Abby, Susan, Luka and Frank are all huddling in a circle. They are discussing the "plan."

Carter: Okay. I've got a plan. But first, there are some things we need to do.

Abby: Like what, exactly?

Carter: Well, we need a name for the plan.

Susan: A name?

Frank: That's what he said.

Susan: I'm not stupid!

Frank: Well, you sure are acting like it!

Susan: Take that back!

Frank: Why should I, umm. uh. stupid girl?

Susan: You'll wish you hadn't said that! You um. err. old geyser!

Frank: Ouch. That really hurt.

Susan: Oh no you di-in't!

Frank: Uh huh. I sure did! Bring it on stupid girl!

Susan: You asked for it, old geyser!

At that moment, Susan lunges for Frank and starts bitch-slapping him. Frank, oddly enough, does the same.

At that moment, Luka, Abby and Carter all fall to the floor, clenching their stomachs- cause they're laughing so hard it hurts! They're laughing at the very funny looking cat fight. After about five minutes, Luka stops laughing enough so that he can get up. He brushes the dust off his coat and starts to talk, above all the high pitched screams.

Luka: This is probably one of the funniest sights I've seen in awhile, but um, now it's kinda scary.

Abby: Should we break 'em up?

Carter: That would be a good idea. We need to get back to work. Luka, you help me.

Carter and Luka each grab one of them. They then pull them apart. Susan and Frank struggle a bit, but then stop caring.

Abby: Do you know how stupid you looked? My god, it was a riot!

Susan: So what. It's over now.

Carter: We need to focus, people. What will our name be?

Luka: How bout Do Oust Nasty Unkind Twerps of Society?

Susan: I like it.

Abby: Me too.

Frank: Good one.

Carter: So it's settled. We are officially D-O-N-U-T-S!

I couldn't help it. Donuts was the obvious choice. It was hard to come up with the name. You know, maybe the title of my story should have been Donut? Oh well. I don't care.

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Now Kitkatz, I'll call her Tara, and her minions, (you'll see,) are finally getting to Ottawa!

Sammie looks out of the living room window, expecting a blimp to land in her driveway. She looks at her watch.

Sammie: Hmph. Just like Tara. Always late. Sheesh. I even knew exactly when she left. *Ten minutes pass.*

Ding-dong!

Sammie opens the door and sees Tara. (Kitkatz.) And also, all the nurses too!

Sammie: Hi Tara! Took you awhile, but that didn't surprise me.

Tara: Hey! Well, I guess it's true, but still. I had a valid reason.

Sammie: And what might that be?

Tara: *She pulls a box of donuts out from behind her back.* We brought donuts!

Sammie: So you brought the nurses to Timmy's. That is a good reason. Oh yeah, I should introduce myself. I'm Sammie, if you haven't guessed. I already know who you are.

Yosh: Really? How?

Sammie: Come on. You don't know?

Malik: Seriously. I don't believe you.

Sammie: Fine Malik, don't believe me. But I can't believe that you don't believe me.

Malik: You do know my name!

Sammie: I know everyone's name. I'm not psychic, though.

Tara: Hey! You told me you were!

Sammie: I was being SARCASTIC! Doy-head. *Slaps forehead in a mocking fashion.*

Tara: *Meekly.* Oh.

Sammie: Do you want to know how I know your names?

Randi: Yep. Cause you're kinda freaking me out, knowing our names and all.

Sammie: *Muttering.* I can't believe they don't kow about the show. *In regular voice.* Come with me. I'll show you.

Sammie leads everyone into the family room and turns on the TV. There's an episode of ER playing.

Sammie: Watch.

Yosh, Haleh, Malik and Randi all watch, stupefied. Why? Because they were on TV!

Sammie: I can't believe that you didn't know.

The nurses: Well. That answers our questions.

Haleh: I always wondered why there were men with cameras everywhere.

Sammie: Well now you know. I have something to tell you. I, a loyal fan of the show, must inform you that while you were gone from the ER, Carter, Abby, Susan, Luka and Frank have launched a campaign against Weaver. Do you like Weaver?

Malik: Not really.

Sammie: So you want them to beat her, right?

Yosh: Of course.

Sammie: Then you need to help them. I can help you, teach you some magic. Haleh already knows some. Tara, you know her as Kitkatz, taught her a bit. I'll teach you collectively. Tara will help. Right Tara?

Tara: Oh, yeah. Sure. *She's busy playing on her GBA. Super Mario Bros. to be exact.*

Sammie: I have the wands. Tara has been using stick wands, but I know for a fact, donuts work better.

Tara: Really?

Sammie: Yep. Okay, everyone take the assigned donut when prompted. Tara: Sprinkled, Yosh: Boston Cream, Randi: Apple Fritter, Haleh: Old Fashioned Sugar and Malik: Double Chocolate.

Everyone takes the assigned donut.

Malik: Cool. I got my favourite donut!

Sammie: Everyone did. Why? Because the energy flows through things better, the more you like them. Shoot. I've got to go.

Randi: Wait. How did you know our favourite donuts?

Sammie: I have my ways. Now, you must let me leave. First, send this email to Freebs. There. Done. Okay. All of you. Out. Now.

Everyone leaves.

Sammie: Ta-ta and toodles!

She waves to the blimp, slowly rising into the air.

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Back to the D.O.N.U.T.S. plan.

Carter: Now that we have a name, we need a plan. I have one. It's not very good, but we need a plan now, and this is all that we have.

Susan: Well than, what is it?

Carter: Buy tons of stuff of the internet with her credit card.

Abby: That's not so bad.

Luka: Yeah. It seems pretty easy.

Frank: And we get lots of free stuff!

Carter: Okay, this plan will work. Let's put it into action. Abby. You sneak into Weaver's office and get her credit cards. We'll wait here for you.

Abby: Me?

Luka: Sure. Why not you?

Abby: Actually, when I think about it, I don't know. I guess I just like to whine.

Susan: Great. Try to figure yourself out. Another time! We have no time to waste, so go!

Abby: Don't pressure me.

Luka: Will you please go?

Abby: Yes. *She walks out of the room and heads towards Weaver's office, oblivious to the fact that a perfect plan would be right under her nose in a matter of moments.

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That was a short last little part, but I don't care. I would have made it longer, but I have a headache, sunburn and my back hurts. Stupid track and field. But I did do well! 4th in high jump and 6th in triple jump! Yay! I got ribbons! I'm pretty sure that you probably don't care, but I had the need to spread my glory! Wow. Two parts written in the span of two days. I'm pleased with myself. 29 pages and I'm still going strong. Do you like the new chapter titles? I hope so. Oh yeah. More characters soon. I'm gonna go crash now, so, for now, ta-ta and toodles, Sammie.