The Series of Abnormal Events
Chapter One: The Evil Antics of Dr. Weaver. Part nine. (Yes. I still call it chapter one.)
*In announcer voice.* A chapter to cherish. A chapter like no other. Read The Series of Abnormal Events: Chapter Nine.
Hee hee. Tara is here again. And a new chapter is here. Last chapter I only got 1 review. From Tara. That was slighly disappointing. But this story is mainly for me. So it isn't that disappointing after all. But I still like the reviews.
Tara is writing this chapter with me again. Because it's finally the summer and there isn't anything better to do. Tara, to you. For your author's note.
Tara: Hi it's me again. I hope u read this chapter, and the previous one, because it took a long time to write, a.
Sammie: It took us an hour. Don't lie. And if they're reading this chapter, they've probably already read part 8.
Tara: So? They both took lots of thought a.
Sammie: We put in the MSB crew on a whim. That didn't take thought. Shut up, Tara. You're lying to their faces.
Tara: Lying??? Me? HEY!!!!!!!!!! You stapled your toe!!!!!!! OOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW that must hurt!!! I aint even lying!!! Gawd, that was really stupid of you Sammie.
Sammie: The stapler fell on my toe. I didn't staple my toe. And it doesn't hurt anymore. So, meh. No more author's note for you!
Thanks to Miranda, Chocki and Holie for listening to me and letting me listen to you! (See, it's not that hard Chocki.)
Disclamer: You know, disclamers aren't as fun anymore. Tara kinda ruinded it. But they are still semi-fun. So here's the disclamer.
Disclaimer Also: Nihao! Today, I am also the disclaimer again. And it's Tara (Kitkatz) by the way. Nobody owns the ER characters. They all have their own lives, so STOP EXPLOITING THEM NBC, AND WB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sammie: Pretty good. Better than last time. But to clarify, a disclamer still isn't a person and the ER characters don't really exist. They belong to NBC and the WB. Also, all other characters , except Tara/Kitkatz and I, belong to a mish-mash of companies. But not us.
Tara: WB also makes the Warner brothers, Yakko Wakko and the Warner sister, Dot.
Sammie: Yes Tara. They do.
Tara: !_! They do? Ohhhhh, I was only kidding though. Warner Brothers makes the Warner Brothers. Who woulda knew? So does Yakko, Wakko and Dot own ER?
Sammie: They are fictional, Tara. FICTIONAL! Get it through your head. Right now, we are really off topic. I'm going to go to the story now.
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Just to recap, the nurses and the crew from the magic school bus are finally on the roof of County General. All they have to do is go down the elevator. Knowing us, that will take us quite a few chapters. Or maybe just one. You have to read it! Mwa ha ha ha ha!
The crew is having slight troubles making a single file line. Everyone wants to be first.
Sammie: God, what is your problem? It's simple! Get into a line! It's been half an hour and we haven't even opened the door yet! Now get in line!
Ms. Frizzle: Get behind me everyone!
Tara: NO! THAT'S JUST A TRICK! I WANNA BE FIRST! I WANNA! I WANNA! I WANNAAAAA!
Sammie: What's your problem? We're just getting in line! To get onto an elevator! It doesn't matter who's first!
Everyone else: YES IT DOES!
Sammie: Yeah right. It doesn't matter! If you guys care so much, I'll make the line!
Tara: Let's have a face-off! Battle to the DEATH!
A chorus of yesses emerges from the mob of angry people.
Sammie: We don't need violence people!
Tara: Can we do it if you get to go first?
Sammie: Fine. But doesn't that defeat the purpose?
Ms. Frizzle: So! What the hell! It's time to take chances, make mistakes and get bloody!
Sammie: You always say, get messy!
Ms. Frizzle: Time for a change!
Ms. Frizzle reveals all the weapons on her.
Ms. Frizzle: A switch-blade, a machete, a semi-automatic rifle, a cannon, a bow and arrow, a sword, a. uh. spiky ball on a stick, a yo-yo, numchucks, some bombs, weapons of mass destruction, X-rays.
Sammie: X-rays?
Ms. Frizzle: Yep. X-rays. Bricks, playing cards, pepper spray, cooking oil spray, grenades, gasoline, matches, lighters, fireworks, gags, body bags, poisonous frogs, flammable hairspray, big-ass needles.
Carter: If you don't know what it is, you sure as hell shouldn't be using it.
Tara: What are you doing up here?
Carter: Now that you mention it, I don't know. I'm going now.
Carter goes over to the door, opens it, walks into the elevator and shuts the door.
Sammie: He said that to Pratt once.
Randi: Ew. Pratt. Don't talk about him.
Sammie: How 'bout we kill him then?
Tara: Later. First we have to finish the battle to the DEATH!
Sammie: Okay then.
Ms. Frizzle: STOP INTERRUPTING ME! Coke, pepsi, acid, a bazooka, a hammer, a voo-doo doll of the principal, a noose, and some lipstick.
As Ms. Frizzle takes out her weapons, Tara decides to summon Toad to be the referee.
Tara: Ohhh Toad. We need you to ref our battle to the DEATH! Please come help us! Here are the magic words: ^$%^&%#$$^%#%^&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Waves wand in the air). Hi Toad!
Toad: (appears) What the %&#^%$&#$^&%$*%(&%*^$^%$^%&#%&$$^%&^%&^%&*(^&%^&%$^&$#%^#%^$^%&^%&^(&^*&)*&* ^&%^*&%$^&$%&*^%$(^%)*&^&^%&^%^%$%#$%#$^%^$%#%$&%$%#$#@$#@$$%(%&^%^*$%^%$%#% $#%&$$^%%$^$%^#$%#%$$%%$^$^%&$^%&$^&%$%^&#$%$#$@$#%$%^&$^%$^&$^!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????????????????????????????????????? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Tara: Yay! Toad, you're in the "Real World". Remember me? Kitkatz?
Toad: Ohhhh. I remember you, you little %$&^&(#er! Why did you call me to this #@&***&ing hell hole? DIE KOOPA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tara: We need a referee for our battle to the DEATH!
Toad: Fine. I'll be your mother-%$#%*ing referee! Let me start.
Toad walks over to the wall, pulls out a pipe and runs around like a maniac.
Sammie: TARA! What the hell is Toad doing! He's going to kill somebody!
Tara: Don't worry. He can be a bit hard to predict sometimes.
Abby: Ohhh. He could be bi-polar!
Sammie: Okay. Why do you people keep invading our scene! We'll come to you, soon enough. Now go!
Abby: Fine. I'd rather plan the party.
Abby does like Carter and leaves the roof.
Pheobe: At my old school, mushroom people didn't run around with heavy metal poles, swearing like maniacs. And people from popular television shows, like ER, didn't come to life.
Keisha: This isn't your old school!!! God! Nobody gives a rat's-butt! We don't go to your perfect "old school," okay? So shut up about it!
Pheobe: I didn't know it bugged you so much. I'm really sorry.
Tara: What? You'll be sorry? Because you'll lose? What? Is this a battle to the DEATH challenge???
Ms. Frizzle: I say it is!
Sammie: We don't need a battle to the DEATH! I don't want any law suits! Or any deaths. But that isn't as important to me as the law suits! I don't really have the money to do this. I'm gonna go down to the ER. When you guys have come to your senses, you can join me.
Tara: What were you saying???
Sammie: You. UGH!!! I can't believe this! WERE ANY OF YOU LISTENING TO ME?!?
Arnold: I was. Kinda. Actually, I was thinking about how I should have stayed ho-
Sammie: Arnold? ARNOLD?!? *She walks over to Arnold. He's lying on the ground in a very odd position. Blood is puddling aroung his head.* What the hell?!
Tara: Um. Well, Toad tried to use him as a bell. But his head wasn't hollow.
Toad: He was a little $^&$*&%*^$%%#!!!! I didn't do any %&$^%$ing thing wrong!!!
Sammie: Okay. So, is he dead?
Ralphie: Looks like it.
Sammie: Anyone bother to check??? *Pause.* No? Fine then. *She bends down and tries to find a pulse.* EWWWW!!! I got blood on my new pants!!! And they're white!!! #@^&##^%$%^!!! *She runs off into the elevator screaming about her pants. (And they're actally capris. Really comfortable. Back to the fic.)
Tara: So. Another one of you MSB people has died. Who is next? Is it you? *Points to Carlos.* Or you??? *Points to Pheobe.* Hmmm.
DA: Elementary, my dear Watson. It will be.
The nurses: Who? Who?
DA: I don't know. I just thought it sounded cool.
Yosh: You suck!
Tara: Wanna place bets???
Ms. Frizzle: I bet on all of them. I can't lose!
Tara: Okaayyy. Special.
Tara takes bets from everyone. And it isn't for the battle of the DEATH. But it is for death. Who will die next?? You can give a guess, or a suggestion. Arnold died on a whim. So can anyone else. Hehe.
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Okay. This almost done part has been sitting here for awhile. I decided I should finish it. But it was without Tara. It's better to write together. You have more fun. But last time we wrote, we wrote The Cooking Show for Amateur Cookers. It is different. I think it's funny. And it involves farm animal noises. So read it, if you're up for a laugh. I'm gonna write a fic about evil kids. I've been babysitting. I can't do it anymore. Ew. Diapers. So a new fic about evil kids might be coming. But I don't actually write most of my ideas. It might come. Yeah. Next chapter up soon! Please, please r/r. I really need feedback. I've written a lot and look at what I have to show for it. As Tara and my motto goes, "Our goal is to bring humour to the depression which is ER fanfiction." Help us achieve our goal!
Chapter One: The Evil Antics of Dr. Weaver. Part nine. (Yes. I still call it chapter one.)
*In announcer voice.* A chapter to cherish. A chapter like no other. Read The Series of Abnormal Events: Chapter Nine.
Hee hee. Tara is here again. And a new chapter is here. Last chapter I only got 1 review. From Tara. That was slighly disappointing. But this story is mainly for me. So it isn't that disappointing after all. But I still like the reviews.
Tara is writing this chapter with me again. Because it's finally the summer and there isn't anything better to do. Tara, to you. For your author's note.
Tara: Hi it's me again. I hope u read this chapter, and the previous one, because it took a long time to write, a.
Sammie: It took us an hour. Don't lie. And if they're reading this chapter, they've probably already read part 8.
Tara: So? They both took lots of thought a.
Sammie: We put in the MSB crew on a whim. That didn't take thought. Shut up, Tara. You're lying to their faces.
Tara: Lying??? Me? HEY!!!!!!!!!! You stapled your toe!!!!!!! OOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW that must hurt!!! I aint even lying!!! Gawd, that was really stupid of you Sammie.
Sammie: The stapler fell on my toe. I didn't staple my toe. And it doesn't hurt anymore. So, meh. No more author's note for you!
Thanks to Miranda, Chocki and Holie for listening to me and letting me listen to you! (See, it's not that hard Chocki.)
Disclamer: You know, disclamers aren't as fun anymore. Tara kinda ruinded it. But they are still semi-fun. So here's the disclamer.
Disclaimer Also: Nihao! Today, I am also the disclaimer again. And it's Tara (Kitkatz) by the way. Nobody owns the ER characters. They all have their own lives, so STOP EXPLOITING THEM NBC, AND WB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sammie: Pretty good. Better than last time. But to clarify, a disclamer still isn't a person and the ER characters don't really exist. They belong to NBC and the WB. Also, all other characters , except Tara/Kitkatz and I, belong to a mish-mash of companies. But not us.
Tara: WB also makes the Warner brothers, Yakko Wakko and the Warner sister, Dot.
Sammie: Yes Tara. They do.
Tara: !_! They do? Ohhhhh, I was only kidding though. Warner Brothers makes the Warner Brothers. Who woulda knew? So does Yakko, Wakko and Dot own ER?
Sammie: They are fictional, Tara. FICTIONAL! Get it through your head. Right now, we are really off topic. I'm going to go to the story now.
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Just to recap, the nurses and the crew from the magic school bus are finally on the roof of County General. All they have to do is go down the elevator. Knowing us, that will take us quite a few chapters. Or maybe just one. You have to read it! Mwa ha ha ha ha!
The crew is having slight troubles making a single file line. Everyone wants to be first.
Sammie: God, what is your problem? It's simple! Get into a line! It's been half an hour and we haven't even opened the door yet! Now get in line!
Ms. Frizzle: Get behind me everyone!
Tara: NO! THAT'S JUST A TRICK! I WANNA BE FIRST! I WANNA! I WANNA! I WANNAAAAA!
Sammie: What's your problem? We're just getting in line! To get onto an elevator! It doesn't matter who's first!
Everyone else: YES IT DOES!
Sammie: Yeah right. It doesn't matter! If you guys care so much, I'll make the line!
Tara: Let's have a face-off! Battle to the DEATH!
A chorus of yesses emerges from the mob of angry people.
Sammie: We don't need violence people!
Tara: Can we do it if you get to go first?
Sammie: Fine. But doesn't that defeat the purpose?
Ms. Frizzle: So! What the hell! It's time to take chances, make mistakes and get bloody!
Sammie: You always say, get messy!
Ms. Frizzle: Time for a change!
Ms. Frizzle reveals all the weapons on her.
Ms. Frizzle: A switch-blade, a machete, a semi-automatic rifle, a cannon, a bow and arrow, a sword, a. uh. spiky ball on a stick, a yo-yo, numchucks, some bombs, weapons of mass destruction, X-rays.
Sammie: X-rays?
Ms. Frizzle: Yep. X-rays. Bricks, playing cards, pepper spray, cooking oil spray, grenades, gasoline, matches, lighters, fireworks, gags, body bags, poisonous frogs, flammable hairspray, big-ass needles.
Carter: If you don't know what it is, you sure as hell shouldn't be using it.
Tara: What are you doing up here?
Carter: Now that you mention it, I don't know. I'm going now.
Carter goes over to the door, opens it, walks into the elevator and shuts the door.
Sammie: He said that to Pratt once.
Randi: Ew. Pratt. Don't talk about him.
Sammie: How 'bout we kill him then?
Tara: Later. First we have to finish the battle to the DEATH!
Sammie: Okay then.
Ms. Frizzle: STOP INTERRUPTING ME! Coke, pepsi, acid, a bazooka, a hammer, a voo-doo doll of the principal, a noose, and some lipstick.
As Ms. Frizzle takes out her weapons, Tara decides to summon Toad to be the referee.
Tara: Ohhh Toad. We need you to ref our battle to the DEATH! Please come help us! Here are the magic words: ^$%^&%#$$^%#%^&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Waves wand in the air). Hi Toad!
Toad: (appears) What the %&#^%$&#$^&%$*%(&%*^$^%$^%&#%&$$^%&^%&^%&*(^&%^&%$^&$#%^#%^$^%&^%&^(&^*&)*&* ^&%^*&%$^&$%&*^%$(^%)*&^&^%&^%^%$%#$%#$^%^$%#%$&%$%#$#@$#@$$%(%&^%^*$%^%$%#% $#%&$$^%%$^$%^#$%#%$$%%$^$^%&$^%&$^&%$%^&#$%$#$@$#%$%^&$^%$^&$^!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????????????????????????????????????? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Tara: Yay! Toad, you're in the "Real World". Remember me? Kitkatz?
Toad: Ohhhh. I remember you, you little %$&^&(#er! Why did you call me to this #@&***&ing hell hole? DIE KOOPA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tara: We need a referee for our battle to the DEATH!
Toad: Fine. I'll be your mother-%$#%*ing referee! Let me start.
Toad walks over to the wall, pulls out a pipe and runs around like a maniac.
Sammie: TARA! What the hell is Toad doing! He's going to kill somebody!
Tara: Don't worry. He can be a bit hard to predict sometimes.
Abby: Ohhh. He could be bi-polar!
Sammie: Okay. Why do you people keep invading our scene! We'll come to you, soon enough. Now go!
Abby: Fine. I'd rather plan the party.
Abby does like Carter and leaves the roof.
Pheobe: At my old school, mushroom people didn't run around with heavy metal poles, swearing like maniacs. And people from popular television shows, like ER, didn't come to life.
Keisha: This isn't your old school!!! God! Nobody gives a rat's-butt! We don't go to your perfect "old school," okay? So shut up about it!
Pheobe: I didn't know it bugged you so much. I'm really sorry.
Tara: What? You'll be sorry? Because you'll lose? What? Is this a battle to the DEATH challenge???
Ms. Frizzle: I say it is!
Sammie: We don't need a battle to the DEATH! I don't want any law suits! Or any deaths. But that isn't as important to me as the law suits! I don't really have the money to do this. I'm gonna go down to the ER. When you guys have come to your senses, you can join me.
Tara: What were you saying???
Sammie: You. UGH!!! I can't believe this! WERE ANY OF YOU LISTENING TO ME?!?
Arnold: I was. Kinda. Actually, I was thinking about how I should have stayed ho-
Sammie: Arnold? ARNOLD?!? *She walks over to Arnold. He's lying on the ground in a very odd position. Blood is puddling aroung his head.* What the hell?!
Tara: Um. Well, Toad tried to use him as a bell. But his head wasn't hollow.
Toad: He was a little $^&$*&%*^$%%#!!!! I didn't do any %&$^%$ing thing wrong!!!
Sammie: Okay. So, is he dead?
Ralphie: Looks like it.
Sammie: Anyone bother to check??? *Pause.* No? Fine then. *She bends down and tries to find a pulse.* EWWWW!!! I got blood on my new pants!!! And they're white!!! #@^&##^%$%^!!! *She runs off into the elevator screaming about her pants. (And they're actally capris. Really comfortable. Back to the fic.)
Tara: So. Another one of you MSB people has died. Who is next? Is it you? *Points to Carlos.* Or you??? *Points to Pheobe.* Hmmm.
DA: Elementary, my dear Watson. It will be.
The nurses: Who? Who?
DA: I don't know. I just thought it sounded cool.
Yosh: You suck!
Tara: Wanna place bets???
Ms. Frizzle: I bet on all of them. I can't lose!
Tara: Okaayyy. Special.
Tara takes bets from everyone. And it isn't for the battle of the DEATH. But it is for death. Who will die next?? You can give a guess, or a suggestion. Arnold died on a whim. So can anyone else. Hehe.
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Okay. This almost done part has been sitting here for awhile. I decided I should finish it. But it was without Tara. It's better to write together. You have more fun. But last time we wrote, we wrote The Cooking Show for Amateur Cookers. It is different. I think it's funny. And it involves farm animal noises. So read it, if you're up for a laugh. I'm gonna write a fic about evil kids. I've been babysitting. I can't do it anymore. Ew. Diapers. So a new fic about evil kids might be coming. But I don't actually write most of my ideas. It might come. Yeah. Next chapter up soon! Please, please r/r. I really need feedback. I've written a lot and look at what I have to show for it. As Tara and my motto goes, "Our goal is to bring humour to the depression which is ER fanfiction." Help us achieve our goal!
