Yeah, I know I haven't put up a new chapter in forever. My creativeness was stifled by the fact that only one person reviewed. But I've written again in the hopes that more people shall review.
Flamingo1: You are the only reviewer of this story. YAAAYYY!
*gives a pin that says first reviewer* That
was how the movie had it. I thought it
was hilarious.
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The car screams out of Halims Mini-mart, over the glass and past the two punks who were still lying on the ground.
(Jamie appears with several handwritten signs. The first one says 'BAYVILLE')
The car races down the street with a massive exhaust cloud after it.
Scott: MY CAR! I CAN'T BELIVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO MY CAR!
Rahne: Get over it. Get a girlfriend, a life or something. We'll return your car, stop moaning.
(NIGHT)
The scene change.
(67 DEGREES AND CLEAR)
The scene begins at a house.
(A HOUSE)
Inside of the house, JEAN GREY as Billy York, rushes into the living room. She has on a wig that totally clashes with her red hair. She is carrying a suitcase. She puts it down and picks up the phone and dials. An answering machine picks up.
Answering machine: You've reached the desk of Seargent Wes Luger. Please leave a message after the beep.
Jean: Yeah, Wes, it's me, Billy-
Answering Machine: HEY! I SAID AFTER THE BEEP!
Jean: Well excuse me.
Answering machine:…..
Jean:…..
Answering machine:…..
Jean: Anytime, just anytime would be good.
Answering Machine:…..BEEEEP!
Jean: Listen, it's 9:36
Jamie: HARUMPHH!
Jean: *looks over at him and his sign*
Jamie: *Changes 9:36 sign to 9:37*
Jean: Oh! 9:37. Look. It's. It's just getting too dangerous to wait here, I gotta get out. Meet me at the Squealer's Hotel in about forty-five minutes, I've got a contact there.
She hangs up the phone.
Outside, a Wilderness girl's van pulls up. Someone in a Wilderness girl costume jumps out of the back and skips up the steps. Then they cough and drop a cigarette. They ring the doorbell.
Billy looks up from her packing. The camera zooms in and—
Jean: OUCH!
The camera zooms out quickly. Billy takes a piece of microfilm from her pocket and takes a picture of herself and of a certain someone from the wall and places the microfilm behind it. She returns the picture to the wall. WITHOUT TELEKINESIS.
Jean: Darn.
She goes to the door and looks out the spyhole.
Jean: Who is it?
Piotr Rasputin, as Jigsaw, is wearing a very err….form fitting wilderness girl outfit complete with wig.
Piotr: Wilderness Girls! *gives a big smile* This is worse job in my career.
Rahne: Excuse me. DID I SAY YOU COULD GET OUT OF CHARACTER? NOO!
Billy unlocks the three locks on her doors and opens it to reveal…aother door with three locks. She unlocks those and opens the door to reveal a safe door. She unlocks that door to reveal a submarine blast hatch….
Jean: GAHHHH! *Uses psychic energy to blast door open.*
Billy pokes her head out of a bead curtain.
Jean: It's a little late to be selling cookies.
Piotr: Troupe leader say we are not meeting our quota.
Jean: *sigh*
She walks into the house. Jigsaw follows and shuts the door.
Jean: I'll take a couple of boxes. *turns to get money*
Piotr: That won't be necessary, Ms. York.
Billy turns back around to see the seemingly harmless Wilderness Girl pull out a gun. She took off her wig to reveal her identity as Jigsaw, a hired killer. She takes off the horribly clashy wig she had on. Jigsaw raches inside his shirt and pulls out a bra. Billy raches into her jeans and pulls out a pair of socks.
Jean: I gotta be honest. You looked better in the wig.
Piotr: My hairstyle is the least of your worries.
Jean: Wilderness girls aye?…..Wait! I want to change that line, I am so not Canadian!
Rahne: Alright, if you don't finish your lines I'm going to force feed you Kitty's brownies. GOT IT?
Jean:…..okay…..
Rahne: GOOD.
Jean: So that's how you're moving the drugs.
Piotr: Brilliant, Miss York. Now *sudden heavy accent* Vhere iz ze meecrovilm?
Jean: The what?
Piotr: *rolls eyes* the microfilm.
Jean: I don't know anything about any "microfilm".
Piotr: Don't play coy with me. This is too important. There is a plot.
Jean: Important enough that everyone in earshot should listen to each and every detail?
Piotr: THAT important.
Jean: And you're talking about the microfilm that holds the recipe for turning cocaine into innocent looking cookies?
Piotr: Yes.
Jean: I don't know anything about it.
Piotr: In a little while Miss York *starts advancing on her* you will be begging for mercy.
Jean: Nono- I'll beg now.
Piotr: Save yourself unnecessary pain. TELL ME!
Jean: McCrackin!
Piotr: Thank-you Miss York. *shoots her with the silencer*
Jean: OOH!
Piotr: *turns to go, then stops* Is that….Dan McCrackin or Mike McCrackin?
Jean: *thinks* Mike.
Piotr: *shoots her again*
Jean: Ugh!
Piotr: *turns, then stops again* Is he on Alpine…or Oak?
Jean: *thinks again* Alpine. *get shot again*
Rogue: I like this scene.
Rahne: HEY! GET BACKSTAGE!
Piotr: *walks towards door.*
Jean: Hey! Psst!
Piotr: *turns back exasperatedly.* It is just my luck I get scene with someone who won't die.
Rahne: Hey! SCRIPT PEOPLE, SCRIPT!
Jean: Park on third, you'll never get a spot on Alpine.
Piotr: Why are you telling me that?
Jean: You seem like such a nice mass murdewrer.
Rahne: WHAT PART OF SCRIPT DO YOU TWO NOT UNDERSTAND?!
Piotr: Thank-you, Miss York. You have been most *pause* cooperative.
Jean: Don't mention it. *gets shot again. For the final time*
Jigsaw makes his way to the door, just before he walks out, he leans down to the blind person who was sitting next to the door.
Piotr: And you! Remember….You saw …nothing. *drops a coin in the blind beggar's cup.
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Irene: I plan on sueing.
Rahne: What? Why?
Irene: It is shameful how you exploit my blindness.
Rahne: Don't be such a nag. Be glad you got a part.
Kurt: ….Fraulien, there are policemen to see you.
Rahne: WHAT?!
Kurt: Keety was caught lying to the police. She said she was carrying around drugs for some recipe…
Rahne:….oh no…..
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Hehehe. The second chapter.
Alright. I know a good bit of you have never seen this movie. But that's okay! Leave a review! You can leave flames if you want, compliment, comments, whatever. Just leave em.