A/N: Yes, I know I haven't updated in FOREVER! Well, wait no longer! AIADI IS BACK!
Disclaimer: Since I appear to have gotten over my Falco obsession (maybe...) I'll bring Leon Powalski out to do the disclaimer! Leon's from StarWolf.
(TCL runs backstage. Muffled cries of "HEY!" are heard and she emerges dragging Leon out on a leash)
Leon: I don't think I'm in the StarFox Fanfiction studio anymore...
TCL: (sarcastically) Wow, really?
Leon: ...Release me at once!
TCL: First ya gotta do the disclaimer!
Leon: I ain't doin' no stinkin' disclaimah...
TCL: Yes you are! Otherwise I'll keep you here in the Pokemon studio FOREVER! (cackles evilly)
Leon: Meep. Ok, TCL does not own... what's it called again? Pacman? Pokeme?
TCL: POKEMON!
Leon: Oh. TCL does not own Poke-a-mon, nor does-
TCL: IT'S P-O-K-E-M-O-N, FOR THE LOVE OF PETE!
Leon: WHATEVER! TCL does not own whatever-it-is-called, nor does she own me or StarFox. She also doesn't own the authors, and she's glad she doesn't.
TCL: I do however own the fic and the fact that if anyone decides to impale me on a butter knife for not updating, I can stick you in the next chapter and have the characters make you beg for mercy!
Leon: Can I go now?
TCL: Yeah.
(Leon exits, grumbling)
(We focus in on the deserted author's lounge, where TCL is sitting at a desk, alone, and sorting out various papers)
TCL: Grumble... no more insanity fics lately, grumble... all other authors haven't posted in a while, grumble... I'm all alloooooooooneeeeee, grumble....
(TCL is looking at her mail, cursing Falkner. See, Falkner sued her for keeping him locked in a closet on Las Paditos since Chapter 28)
TCL: Grumble... Neopets server down, grumble... little sister babbles too much, grumble...
TCL's annoying sister: (runs in) GIMME THE COMPTUER!
TCL: (thwacks head repeatedly on keyboard) Unghghn...
TCL's annoying sister: GIVE!!!
TCL: (death-glares sister) Unghghg...
TCL's annoying sister: GIVE IT OR I'M TELLING!!!
TCL: (Crimson-Aeroblasts sister)
TCL's annoying sister: OWWW! MOMMMYYYY!!! (runs off)
TCL: (cackles)
~SCENE SWITCH~
Shadow: (stands outside the Author's lounge staring at random people) (sees a little girl with ice cream) You gonna eat that?
Little Girl: (screams in horror and runs away)
Shadow: (shrugs)
Lccorp2: We've been standing here for half an hour and so far 59 people have walked by with ice cream cones! What's with the sudden rush of ice cream?
Shadow: Dunno, but I'm positive there's someone out there who's willing to share. (sees a fat guy walk by with a pile of ice cream half a mile high) Hey, mister!
Fat dude: What?
Shadow: You gonna eat that?
Fat dude: (burps) I licked it already but you can have the rest.
Shadow: ...On second thought, you keep it. X_X
Fat dude: (walks off)
Yui: (checks watch) Where's Morrtttyyyy? He said he'd arrive here 10 minutes ago! :(
Lccorp2: And I have a meeting with Miyamoto and the people in Japan telling them to kill off Ash in the TV series!
DClick: So do I, but I'm on Ash's defense!
Lccorp2: WHERE ARE THEY!?
(suddenly a giant red beetle walks by)
DClick: Wow, look... A giant... red... beetle thingie...
Lccorp2: (crushes it)
(And so, Lccorp2 just savagely ends their last form of entertainment! BWAHAHAHA!)
Yui: (horror movie scream)
Lccorp2: Oh, shut it. -_-
(they continue standing there)
~ELSEWHERE~
Will: (walks into TCL's dirty, dusty, smelly AIADI studio) UGH. It looks like this place hasn't been cleaned in AGES!
Karen: (sweeping mountains of dust of the floor) that's because it HASN'T. I refuse to work in these conditions!
Koga: I want my lawyer!
Bruno: ...And I want my carpenter! (cries)
(all ignore Bruno)
Lance: (sigh) ah well. At least we get paid.
Karen: (coughs) and no matter how much time goes by, we'll never get any older until Nintendo officially says so ^-^ TCL, however...
Lance: She's STILL 12.
Karen: really? It's been so long...
TCL: (parades in) OK, guys! Glad to see you're all alive and well. XD
Karen: ...Uh-huh... Hey, haven't you ever heard of maid service?
TCL: (noticing extreme amount of dirt and dust in studio) wellllll...
Lance: OK. Wouldya mind explaining WHY AIADI took a hiatus?!
TCL: (big, cheesy, stupid grin) (points to T-Shirt [that can somehow fit a Lugia o0;;] that says "STARFOX RULES")
Lance: (sigh) Just when I thought we had ourselves a loyal fan...
TCL: Hey, I'm the one working on the fic all right? How long has it been...?
Karen: Oh, only THREE MONTHS!!!!
TCL: ...Ah. Just makin' sure.
Will: at the VERY LEAST TCL's gotten over her ultra-annoying Falco obsession.
TCL: (nods nervously) Y-yup! I have... gotten... over... Falco...
Karen: Don't give us that! (walks over to TCL's closet)
TCL: ...DON'T OPEN THAT!
Karen: Too late! (opens closet and tons of Falco merchandise falls out)
TCL: (looks around room nervously) ...OK... No one saw that. (stuffs all Falco things back in her closet and locks it)
Lance: (sighs) Wow, you're committed.
TCL: What's that supposeta mean???
Lance: Errm... To be honest, I dunno, it just sounded cool.
TCL: (long, demented sigh)
Will: (groans) We're not getting anything done...
~ELSEWHERE THAT EXCEEDS THE PREVIOUS ELSEWHERE~
Random Person #1: c'mon, let's watch TV!
Random Person #2: Lesse if AIADI's been filmed yet!
Random Person #3: OK!
(they turn on TV. A scene of mass mayhem ensues on the screen)
TCL: FOR THE LAST TIME... THIS STUDIO IS MINE!!!!!
Fanfiction maintenance person: (automatic voice) Sorry, but your fic has been inactive for a time period of over 2 months. As so, you lose all legal possessions to this particular fanfiction studio. Have a nice day.
TCL: LEMME IN!!!!
Will: (tugs on TCL's wing) Can't we PLEASE get a nice, CLEANER studio now?
Koga: One without spiders and cookie crumbs?
Bruno: And dust?
Karen: And dirt?
Lance: And musty smell?
TCL: GRAH! No, I have become attached to that studio! I must reclaim it!
Fanfiction maintenance person: (automatic voice) We apologize for the inconvenience. Perhaps you can go to the lobby and enjoy one of our Crunchy Cheese Delights, made from REAL strawberries!
TCL: SHUT THE HECK UP AND LEMME IN MY STUDIO! (Crimson-Aeroblasts Fanfiction Maintenance person)
FMP: (squeaking, messed-up automatic voice) We are sorry you are having a bad time. Fizzzzzzzle For more information on -SQUEAK- GRAHM CRACKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!- Call 2039r395u93u5-3! (voice speeds up tremendously) We apologize - we apologize - we apologize - we apologize-
Will: Erm o0;; (pokes FMP)
Karen: This guy's a broken record!
Lance: Are you sure he ain't mechanical?
(Fanfiction maintenance person makes indescribable squeaking noises and explodes)
Will: ...Errrmm.... OH WELL!
(TCL and the E4 re-enter FF.Net studio)
Random Person #2: ...Dude, turn on the 'toons!
Random Person #1: Yup... Definitely.... o0;;
Deffie: (appears) Did someone call me?
Random Person #1: ...No.
A/N: ...I know that chapter stunk to no end. But hey! I haven't made a new chapter in... what was it again? 3 months? So, yeah. I'm no good at this anymore ;_;
