Now That's Just Silly!
Tee hee! People LIKE comedy!
Wow. Isn't that just the meaning of life right there?
Yes it IS! YOU HEAR ME?!?!
Err, never mind.
First of all, big thankies to the people who've sent me word!
Sam Winchester: I have to pick one thing in particular to thank you for? Oh phooey....Let's just say thanks for rocking so much!
Lemur: For showing unusual common sense for emailing me with praise while the review system was down. Thanks girl!
Angelina: For roleplay, chats, and niftyo sugar highs! (Plus Johnnycakes. ^_~)
Pennyspy: The music parody's coming up! Wait for it, it'll be something worth the wait!
And now, to the FIC!
~*~*~*~
And so, the Hood and his Mysteriously Mysterious Cohort were devising yet ANOTHER plan to destroy International Rescue!
Hood: YAHTZEEE!!
Or not.
Hood: You foolish man! Only a truly imbecilic villain would dare challenge me at Yahtzee(tm)!
MMC *pouting immaturely*: It's not my fault...I'm new at this....
Hood: Well, you're going to have to become UN-new! All thanks to my plan!
MMC *smirking incessantly*: Ah-ah-ahh.....Who's the one you hired to take out the organization here...
Hood: Arrrrgh.....
Suddenly, the Hood was filled with the urge to say phooey kahooey!
Hood: What the!?
Yes, he was, although he wouldn't admit it!
Hood: Listen you, I'll kill you!
You can't kill me! I'm the NARRATOR! MWAHAHAHAHA!
Hood: I hate you.
You'll get used to it.
MMC: I don't hate you.
I know.
MWAHAHAHA!
~*~*~*~
Ah, another beautiful sunrise on Tracy Island! See? This time I actually did my homework. See! I'm not an incompetent narrator! I KNOW my stuff! It is known! I am the BOMB! Bow before me! I have the best Narrator's Narratability EVER!
Hey! What are you all snickering for!
John *snickering*: Smooth move, narrator!
What?!
Alan: You took so long with your little monologue there that the sun's already risen!
You gotta be kidding me.
NovaGirl: No kidding! Honest!
Alright then, answer me this! What the HECK are you all doing up at sunrise?
And now, the dust ball races!
NovaGirl: _ Shut up.
Make me.
NovaGirl: Make me make you.
Make me make you make me.
NovaGirl: Make me make you make me make you .
Make me make you make me make you make me.
NovaGirl: Ma--
Jeff, giving her the Scowl of Doom!: Do one more line of makes and I lock you in Thunderbird 2's closet.
NovaGirl: Eep.
Eep indeed. Neener.
This caused much scowling on the authoress' part. That was until she saw...
JOHN.
Cue angels singing.
John: Oh God, not again!
Yes again.
NovaGirl: JohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnny....
You gotta love those reusable gags.
Scott: Narrator?
Yes?
Everyone on the Island: SHUT UP!
Phooey.
~*~*~*~
Later that afternoon, everyone was in the lounge, watching the NEWS!
Mysteriously Ominous Man: In High Society, everyone is alarmed by the disappearance of the even more mysterious Count Von Groovy, everyone's favourite Chia-Pet loving Samaritan, donating pogo sticks to every disco in London! And that's a lot.
Alan *nodding*:That Count Von Groovy sure is great!
Just then, Alan's obtrusively blond brow FURROWED!
Alan: Dad? What's the matter?
Yes indeed, something WAS the matter with Dad! But not my dad. His dad.
NovaGirl: Yeah Jeffy, you look totally loopy. What's wrong!
Jeff *turning absolutely white and shaking*: Mommy....
Luckily, Grandma Tracy dashed out of the kitchen in record time!
Grandma: Oh dear! This could have only been caused by one thing!
Tracy Boys + NovaGirl: Oh golly gee! What could that be!
The room went dark.
Grandma: Chia Pets!
Jeff *thoroughly traumatized* : DON'T SAY THE NAME!
It was then that the sniggering began. Not snickering. Sniggering.
Grandma: Why you little.....
It was then that NovaGirl noticed something.
NovaGirl: MOVE IT! SHE'S GOT IT!
She did have it!
Everyone waited with bated breath, wondering not only what Grandma had, but what the hell bated breath meant.
Everyone: THE FRYING PAN OF DOOOMM!!!
NovaG: RUN FOR IT! REALLY FAST!
And so they did.
Really fast.
~*~*~*~
Later that evening, once they had gotten the man known as Jeff back under some control, that NovaGirl was expected to have her first formal dinner with everyone. You know the deal.
So you can imagine everyone's surprise when they hear her screaming.
You can't?
GREAT!
NovaGirl: NEVER! GET THAT MONSTROSITY AWAY FROM MEEE!!!!
Tin-Tin *blinking*: But, it fits you precisely, it gives your curvaceous body just enough flair, like its supposed to...
NovaGirl: IT'S PERRIWINKLE!! DIEEEE!!
At Tin-Tin's dainty yelp, everyone came rushing in, in a total rush!
Jeff: What's going on here!
Scott: You've got to tell us!
NovaGirl *blinking* No we don't.
Scott: Yes you do.
NovaGirl: No we don't.
However, it wasn't long before the characters realized they were getting distracted.
NovaGirl: Yipes! We are!
Gordon: So why don't you tell us what the problem is?
NovaGirl: Alrighty, I will!
The drumrolled.
NovaGirl: DO YOU SEE THIS FABRIC! IT'S PERIWINKLE! MY EYES ARE SKY BLUE DAMNIT, SKY! I NEED SKY BLUE FABRIC, AND I NEED IT NOW!!!
Everyone: O.o
NovaGirl: I knew you'd understand. And shopping we go! Yoinks! *steals credit card*
NovaGirl has left the building.
And so has everyone else.
~*~*~*~
Who is the mysteriously mysterious cohort? Will NovaGirl find sky blue fabric? Will we ever get a plot rolling? Find out next time, in Now That's Just Silly!
Tee hee! People LIKE comedy!
Wow. Isn't that just the meaning of life right there?
Yes it IS! YOU HEAR ME?!?!
Err, never mind.
First of all, big thankies to the people who've sent me word!
Sam Winchester: I have to pick one thing in particular to thank you for? Oh phooey....Let's just say thanks for rocking so much!
Lemur: For showing unusual common sense for emailing me with praise while the review system was down. Thanks girl!
Angelina: For roleplay, chats, and niftyo sugar highs! (Plus Johnnycakes. ^_~)
Pennyspy: The music parody's coming up! Wait for it, it'll be something worth the wait!
And now, to the FIC!
~*~*~*~
And so, the Hood and his Mysteriously Mysterious Cohort were devising yet ANOTHER plan to destroy International Rescue!
Hood: YAHTZEEE!!
Or not.
Hood: You foolish man! Only a truly imbecilic villain would dare challenge me at Yahtzee(tm)!
MMC *pouting immaturely*: It's not my fault...I'm new at this....
Hood: Well, you're going to have to become UN-new! All thanks to my plan!
MMC *smirking incessantly*: Ah-ah-ahh.....Who's the one you hired to take out the organization here...
Hood: Arrrrgh.....
Suddenly, the Hood was filled with the urge to say phooey kahooey!
Hood: What the!?
Yes, he was, although he wouldn't admit it!
Hood: Listen you, I'll kill you!
You can't kill me! I'm the NARRATOR! MWAHAHAHAHA!
Hood: I hate you.
You'll get used to it.
MMC: I don't hate you.
I know.
MWAHAHAHA!
~*~*~*~
Ah, another beautiful sunrise on Tracy Island! See? This time I actually did my homework. See! I'm not an incompetent narrator! I KNOW my stuff! It is known! I am the BOMB! Bow before me! I have the best Narrator's Narratability EVER!
Hey! What are you all snickering for!
John *snickering*: Smooth move, narrator!
What?!
Alan: You took so long with your little monologue there that the sun's already risen!
You gotta be kidding me.
NovaGirl: No kidding! Honest!
Alright then, answer me this! What the HECK are you all doing up at sunrise?
And now, the dust ball races!
NovaGirl: _ Shut up.
Make me.
NovaGirl: Make me make you.
Make me make you make me.
NovaGirl: Make me make you make me make you .
Make me make you make me make you make me.
NovaGirl: Ma--
Jeff, giving her the Scowl of Doom!: Do one more line of makes and I lock you in Thunderbird 2's closet.
NovaGirl: Eep.
Eep indeed. Neener.
This caused much scowling on the authoress' part. That was until she saw...
JOHN.
Cue angels singing.
John: Oh God, not again!
Yes again.
NovaGirl: JohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnny....
You gotta love those reusable gags.
Scott: Narrator?
Yes?
Everyone on the Island: SHUT UP!
Phooey.
~*~*~*~
Later that afternoon, everyone was in the lounge, watching the NEWS!
Mysteriously Ominous Man: In High Society, everyone is alarmed by the disappearance of the even more mysterious Count Von Groovy, everyone's favourite Chia-Pet loving Samaritan, donating pogo sticks to every disco in London! And that's a lot.
Alan *nodding*:That Count Von Groovy sure is great!
Just then, Alan's obtrusively blond brow FURROWED!
Alan: Dad? What's the matter?
Yes indeed, something WAS the matter with Dad! But not my dad. His dad.
NovaGirl: Yeah Jeffy, you look totally loopy. What's wrong!
Jeff *turning absolutely white and shaking*: Mommy....
Luckily, Grandma Tracy dashed out of the kitchen in record time!
Grandma: Oh dear! This could have only been caused by one thing!
Tracy Boys + NovaGirl: Oh golly gee! What could that be!
The room went dark.
Grandma: Chia Pets!
Jeff *thoroughly traumatized* : DON'T SAY THE NAME!
It was then that the sniggering began. Not snickering. Sniggering.
Grandma: Why you little.....
It was then that NovaGirl noticed something.
NovaGirl: MOVE IT! SHE'S GOT IT!
She did have it!
Everyone waited with bated breath, wondering not only what Grandma had, but what the hell bated breath meant.
Everyone: THE FRYING PAN OF DOOOMM!!!
NovaG: RUN FOR IT! REALLY FAST!
And so they did.
Really fast.
~*~*~*~
Later that evening, once they had gotten the man known as Jeff back under some control, that NovaGirl was expected to have her first formal dinner with everyone. You know the deal.
So you can imagine everyone's surprise when they hear her screaming.
You can't?
GREAT!
NovaGirl: NEVER! GET THAT MONSTROSITY AWAY FROM MEEE!!!!
Tin-Tin *blinking*: But, it fits you precisely, it gives your curvaceous body just enough flair, like its supposed to...
NovaGirl: IT'S PERRIWINKLE!! DIEEEE!!
At Tin-Tin's dainty yelp, everyone came rushing in, in a total rush!
Jeff: What's going on here!
Scott: You've got to tell us!
NovaGirl *blinking* No we don't.
Scott: Yes you do.
NovaGirl: No we don't.
However, it wasn't long before the characters realized they were getting distracted.
NovaGirl: Yipes! We are!
Gordon: So why don't you tell us what the problem is?
NovaGirl: Alrighty, I will!
The drumrolled.
NovaGirl: DO YOU SEE THIS FABRIC! IT'S PERIWINKLE! MY EYES ARE SKY BLUE DAMNIT, SKY! I NEED SKY BLUE FABRIC, AND I NEED IT NOW!!!
Everyone: O.o
NovaGirl: I knew you'd understand. And shopping we go! Yoinks! *steals credit card*
NovaGirl has left the building.
And so has everyone else.
~*~*~*~
Who is the mysteriously mysterious cohort? Will NovaGirl find sky blue fabric? Will we ever get a plot rolling? Find out next time, in Now That's Just Silly!
