Title: Scissors
Rating: maybe PG *shrugs*
Category: Humor/ MSR
Authors: Jamie and her little sister, Jillian
Disclaimer: My little sister who wrote this first chapter owns only Agents Fahrt and Curled, no one else! I don't own ANYone!
Jamie's Disclaimer: This type of humor may not be your type; it's rather weird! Lay off!
My 11-yr-old sister has written this first entry. Yes, I know all my fanfics have been inspired by Jilli's willingness to write fic for me! I suggested the scissors idea as sort of an inside joke between another one of my X-phile friends. That just lets you know how much more of a weirdo I am! Anyway, Jilli got tired of writing, so I continued it; my writing will be introduced to you in following chapters.
By Jilli ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mulder looked at the pair of scissors on his desk with confusion. Who invented these things and why?
"Mulder? What's so attractive about your scissors?" Scully asked.
"Well," Mulder said, tiredly. "I was just thinking whoever invented these
things had a good imagination."
"Mulder, the Drug Addicts Anonymous meets in a few minutes."
"Scully, that joke isn't funny anymore," Mulder said acting hurt.
"Well, Morphine. . .I mean, Mulder. . ." Scully said, laughing at her own
joke.
"Don't laugh at your own jokes, Scully," Mulder said, holding back a
chuckle.
"You just did," Scully said.
"Um, Scully, that was a comeback."
"If you call it that," Scully said, rolling her eyes.
The two agents started arguing so loud that they just couldn't stop until
Skinner walked in.
"HEY!!!" Skinner yelled. "I was going to give you your next assignment. .
.or shall I step out and let you two finish?"
"Just one more, sir," Mulder replied.
"All right. One more!" Skinner yelled.
"Fart snuffer."
"What?" Scully asked. "Well, you're a butt petter!"
"Okay, I said one more!" Skinner demanded.
"I thought you guys would like to know about the serial killer loose in Cincinnati."
"Oh, fun!" Mulder said, attempting a blonde giggle.
"Wow, meth really ruins your life." Scully said softly.
"So does red hair apparently. . ." Mulder said with an evil grin.
"Okay agents here is the deal. You guys fly out to Cincinnati the day after tomorrow to examine the murder victims and all the other F.B.I business."
"Yes sir!" Mulder said as he saluted.
Scully didn't say anything. She just sighed and thought, All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .
When the agents finally arrived in Cincinnati, they got right to work. They met up with two other agents. The first wore a suit and Cincinnati Reds baseball cap. The second looked like he put curlers in his hair.
"Hello!" Scully said sweetly. "I'm Agent Scully and this is Agent Mulder."
"Hey! Whud up dawg!" The first agent said. "Go Reds! By the way I'm Agent Fahrt. This is Agent Curled. We are partners in the Federal Beffro of Invitation."
"Um actually it's the Federal Burrow of Investigation." Mulder replied knowledgeably.
"Actually you are both wrong." Scully said wisely. "It's the Federal Bureau of Investigation."
"Well, I'll be danged!" Agent Fahrt replied. "So I don't really know anything, but I know my baseball! Especially the Reds!"
"I'm a Braves fan myself." Mulder said proudly.
The whole time through out this conversation Scully thought, I knew I should have been a doctor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That was it for what's by Jilli! The rest is by me. Hope you like it so far!
~Jamie
Rating: maybe PG *shrugs*
Category: Humor/ MSR
Authors: Jamie and her little sister, Jillian
Disclaimer: My little sister who wrote this first chapter owns only Agents Fahrt and Curled, no one else! I don't own ANYone!
Jamie's Disclaimer: This type of humor may not be your type; it's rather weird! Lay off!
My 11-yr-old sister has written this first entry. Yes, I know all my fanfics have been inspired by Jilli's willingness to write fic for me! I suggested the scissors idea as sort of an inside joke between another one of my X-phile friends. That just lets you know how much more of a weirdo I am! Anyway, Jilli got tired of writing, so I continued it; my writing will be introduced to you in following chapters.
By Jilli ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mulder looked at the pair of scissors on his desk with confusion. Who invented these things and why?
"Mulder? What's so attractive about your scissors?" Scully asked.
"Well," Mulder said, tiredly. "I was just thinking whoever invented these
things had a good imagination."
"Mulder, the Drug Addicts Anonymous meets in a few minutes."
"Scully, that joke isn't funny anymore," Mulder said acting hurt.
"Well, Morphine. . .I mean, Mulder. . ." Scully said, laughing at her own
joke.
"Don't laugh at your own jokes, Scully," Mulder said, holding back a
chuckle.
"You just did," Scully said.
"Um, Scully, that was a comeback."
"If you call it that," Scully said, rolling her eyes.
The two agents started arguing so loud that they just couldn't stop until
Skinner walked in.
"HEY!!!" Skinner yelled. "I was going to give you your next assignment. .
.or shall I step out and let you two finish?"
"Just one more, sir," Mulder replied.
"All right. One more!" Skinner yelled.
"Fart snuffer."
"What?" Scully asked. "Well, you're a butt petter!"
"Okay, I said one more!" Skinner demanded.
"I thought you guys would like to know about the serial killer loose in Cincinnati."
"Oh, fun!" Mulder said, attempting a blonde giggle.
"Wow, meth really ruins your life." Scully said softly.
"So does red hair apparently. . ." Mulder said with an evil grin.
"Okay agents here is the deal. You guys fly out to Cincinnati the day after tomorrow to examine the murder victims and all the other F.B.I business."
"Yes sir!" Mulder said as he saluted.
Scully didn't say anything. She just sighed and thought, All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. . .
When the agents finally arrived in Cincinnati, they got right to work. They met up with two other agents. The first wore a suit and Cincinnati Reds baseball cap. The second looked like he put curlers in his hair.
"Hello!" Scully said sweetly. "I'm Agent Scully and this is Agent Mulder."
"Hey! Whud up dawg!" The first agent said. "Go Reds! By the way I'm Agent Fahrt. This is Agent Curled. We are partners in the Federal Beffro of Invitation."
"Um actually it's the Federal Burrow of Investigation." Mulder replied knowledgeably.
"Actually you are both wrong." Scully said wisely. "It's the Federal Bureau of Investigation."
"Well, I'll be danged!" Agent Fahrt replied. "So I don't really know anything, but I know my baseball! Especially the Reds!"
"I'm a Braves fan myself." Mulder said proudly.
The whole time through out this conversation Scully thought, I knew I should have been a doctor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That was it for what's by Jilli! The rest is by me. Hope you like it so far!
~Jamie