(Ah, we're back. Now where were we…? Oh yes, Karen and Bruno have entered THE STORE. Eeee.)
Bruno: (looks around) Clothes…
Bruno: (looks the other way) Clothes…
Bruno: (sees clothes everywhere!!!) CLOTHES!!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Karen: Shut up, you loser. (walks off to the food section)
(Bruno forgets about the list and goes off into the toy section. Bad baad baaad Bruno. He's a naughty boy, yes. Let's have some fun with him.)
Bruno: Ooh! Awesome! (picks up an action figure from some kid show) (begins playing with it) (sings the Action Man theme song)
Action Man Action Figure: Yo, DUDE!!!
Bruno: !?!?!?!
(The Action Man Figure looks like a normal toy. Strange… Bruno could've sworn it just talked!)
Bruno: This is creepy… (looks away from AMAF and looks at all these Pokemon card packs)
AMAF: (gets up and kicks Bruno in the… umm… spot.)
Bruno: Yikes! (turns around)
(AMAF is still and looks like a toy)
Bruno: (flatly) Someone kicked me in the hiney, and I intend to find out who! (walks through the isles, picking up "Crash Helmet Barbie" on the way)
Bruno: It's YOUR fault, isn't it, Crash Helmet Barbie???
Crash Helmet Barbie: No, I was sitting here being an innocent girl's play thing until YOU started abusing me!
Bruno: Eh…?
Crash Helmet Barbie: Army, ATTACK!!! (billions of Barbies, Teresa-Or-whatever-the-heck-barbie's-friend's-name-is, and Kens fall on Bruno, covering him)
Bruno: !!!! (gets squashed)
AMAF: (brushes self off) Nice job, for a girl toy.
Crash Helmet Barbie: Come on, Action Man Toy, let us toss the carcass of this ugly creature (points to Bruno) Out of our pure isle! (takes off crash helmet, revealing lots of disgustingly blond hair)
~AUTHORS NOTE~ (commercial music plays)
I have nothing against blond hair, unless it is attached to a Barbie.
~BACK TO THE FIC.~
AMAF: Agreed!
CHB: Army of Kens, Barbies, and friends, carry out orders!
(Bruno's X_X form is moved out of the toy isle)
Bruno: ughh… What happened?
(End of the fun! Back to Karen! Yip-a-dee-yay!)
Karen: (walking along) Let's see… We'll need hot dogs and hamburgers, of course… potato chips… cookies… (A/N: COOKIES!!!! *eats cookie*) and…
Will: (appears in front of her. He is dazed, unstable, staggering etc.) Don't… forget…to…eat…your…veggies… (passes out)
Karen: Errrr… (walks over his body and continues buying food)
~SOME TIME LATER~
Lance: I wonder where the others are… They should've been back an hour ago…
Koga: And Morty, Clair, and Jasmine are already here!
Lance: Remembering the events that occurred in chapters 1 and 5, I think we should either 1. Get Morty a hearing aid. 2. Seat Clair and Morty at different tables.
Koga: Morty doesn't need a hearing aid, he just doesn't interpret what others are saying very good.
Lance: Yeah, sure. I think we'll just have boy and girl tables.
Koga: Ok.
Lance: Yup yup yuppers! (best way to say "yes" there is, folks! Yup yup yuppers! Say it now! Yup… yup… yuppers! Yeee-hah!)
(Karen walks in, dragging behind her [on ropes, of course] a very injured looking Bruno and a very dazed looking Will)
Lance: I'm not even gonna ask…
Karen: good.
Koga: Ummm… Author person?
(What?)
Koga: How can Karen drag Will and Bruno like that? She's a GIRL…
(DON'T YOU DARE UNDERESTIMATE GIRLS!!!)
Koga: Oookkk…
Karen: (death-glares Koga) Are you saying you don't believe in my strength?
Koga: Well…
Karen: That's a BAD idea. (punches Koga)
Koga: OW! You punch like a GIRL!
Karen: I AM A GIRL!
Koga: That's why it hurts! Ow! (limps off)
(Bruno wakes up)
Bruno: The horror…
Lance: Bruno, cook the stuff. (hands Bruno the food)
Bruno: You've asked the right person!
Karen: (whispering to Lance) The barbies have gone to his brain. He can't cook!
Lance: (whispering back) Barbies? What the hell are you talking about?
Karen: …Never mind.
(Will wakes up)
Will: (still in a sub-conscious state, apparently) No mom… my history project's not due for three more years… Let me sleep in…
Karen: Let's put him out of his misery. (picks up a giant mallet and bangs Will on the head with it)
Will: (unconscious again)
Lance: Let's leave him like that…
Karen: Agreed.
~SOME TIME LATER~
Bruno: Ta-da! (presents them with… FOOD!)
Everyone but Bruno: oooh… aahhh…
Karen: (whispering to Clair, who is sitting right next to her) I can't believe it! It looks like Bruno has actually cooked this RIGHT!
(everyone gasps)
Lance: It looks too good! Let's just eat!
Everyone: Okay!
(everyone jumps right into their food. Almost immediately, they all recoil in terror, making gross noises)
Will: (He eventually came to his senses. Luckily the effects of being forced to watch Digimon reruns aren't permanent) SICK!
Karen: You sooooooo can't cook, Bruno!
Bruno: …Wha…?
Lance: Disgusting!
Everyone else: (mixed comments of "Ugh!" "sick!" "disgusting!" "terrible!" "Nasty!" etc.)
Bruno: But- But I followed the cookbook…
Will: (staring at his hot dog) Bruno… You got the stuff mixed up… There's… (takes a closer inspection) (turns very pale)
Lance: What?
Will: There's something in this hot dog… And all of yours too.
(everyone is silent)
Everyone: What is it?
Will: You REALLY, REALLY, REALLY don't wanna know.
Everyone: We'll take your word for it. (slides their plates away)
Bruno: But… but…
Everyone: YOU EAT IT, BRUNO!
Bruno: No…
(the authors walk in)
C9Y: What's going on?
TCL: oooh, barbecue… COOKIES! (grabs the bag of cookies)
Will: Uh, don't eat those…
TCL: (stuffing cookies in mouth) Why? Do you want some? (offers bag of cookies)
Will: no…
TCL: Then what?
Will: (whispers something to TCL)
TCL: (eyes get wide, jaw hits floor, and turns from crimson to a very deep shade of green) Aiiyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! (runs off into the distance)
Lccorp2 the Were-Umbreon: (eating a hamburger) what's wrong?
C9Y: (eating a brownie) What's up with the food?
(Will tells them too)
C9Y and Lccorp2: Aiyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! (follow TCL)
All: *blink*
Lance: Bruno, you sooooooo can't cook.
Bruno: Errr…
All: (pummel Bruno)
A/N: I know, I'll try to make it funnier next chapter… But today is a rare, writer's block-less day and I tried to take advantage of that ;)
