The Adventures of the Pied Pietts
Chapter (?) 2
"What the '(?)' for?" asked Lilem.
"I am not sure as to whether or not these are chapters, episodes, articles, or even some new term yet to be defined. They are similar to chapters, but I put the question mark because I'm not sure."
"Ah, and when did you become the writer?"
"Well," began Piett, sitting back in his chair that did not tilt but tilted now. "It all started when you wrote yourself into the story. When you did that, you were subject to the stimuli in the story, and thus were unable to write, but simply act. While you were disoriented, I grabbed control of the story, as I am an adult and have better control."
"Oh," replied Lilem gloomily. "I see." She sipped a cup of not-coffee that Piett had been drinking a moment before, but it changed into tea, as this not-coffee was alcoholic, and little kids should not be drinking not-coffee anyhow.
"I am not a 'little kid,'" objected Lilem. "And plus, if you have control of the story, send me back and I won't try this again."
Piett chuckled. "Oh, no. I intend to make you sorry first by making you do what you wanted me to do. Then I will send you back, if I want to."
Lilem was about to object, when suddenly a putrid smell entered the room. Lilem wrinkled her nose, but Piett paid it no attention.
"What's that smell?"
"I don't smell anything," Piett calmly said, drinking Lilem's tea. Lilem sniffed around in the air.
"It smells like-- like--"
"Baby Poop," responded Piett automatically, as a green object that was supposed to be a dinosaur but wasn't walked into the room.
"Eeee! Baby Poop!" shrieked Lilem, grabbing Piett's uniform and pulling on it. "But it's supposed to be Baby Bop, not Baby Poop!"
"I, as an adult, have better control and was able to modify the nature of this minion of Barney's. I can't make it disappear, though. Luckily, I made it so I can't smell it."
The doors closed after Baby Poop, but not before another person sneaked in. It was Lieutenant Jay Migali.
"How did you get in here?" Piett asked Migali, confused.
"I wrote him in!" boasted Lilem, crossing her arms, but then changed her mind and grabbed Piett's arm again. "I used all of my concentration to bring in a new element you could not control, because you are inexperienced with fanfic writing, despite your age. Oh, and you can smell Baby Poop now."
Piett turned white and gagged, trying to breath through his uniform, which was water-proof, fire-proof, and airtight. He gagged for lack of oxygen and was forced to breathe the stinky air, which caused him to gag a third time.
"I take it you're not married," frowned Migali. Piett glared, but did not respond.
"Hey, Lieutenant Jay Migali," called Lilem, pronouncing it "Jay-mi Gaw-li." It was the correct pronunciation, of course, and a dedication to a friend of Lilem's from elementary school.
"What is it?" asked Jay, walking around the green not-dinosaur.
"I was wondering--" Lilem said, but the rest of her words were cut off by a roar from Baby Poop. The not-dinosaur charged, trying to ram the three Imperials on her head.
"You're an Imperial now?" Piett asked Lilem, causing Baby Poop's charge to pause.
"I'm wearing a uniform," she pointed out.
"Why so you are," noted Migali, and time resumed.
Baby Poop screamed in fury as the three ran, jumped, and flew out of the way, each one performing a different action. Baby Poop screeched to a halt before she crashed into the wall, and singled out Piett.
"You!" she cried, waving her pudgy not-dinosaur hand.
"Me?" replied Piett meekly, who had run out of Baby Poop's way earlier.
"Yes, you," continued Baby Poop. "You killed Ed, didn't you?"
"Er, yes, I suppose I did."
Baby Poop screamed again and charged at Piett.
In a flash, Piett remembered his temporal distortion blaster, or standard issue Imperial blaster, hanging at his side. He drew it and fired at Baby Poop, just in the nick of time.
Blood and guts splattered everywhere. Piett blinked, surprised.
"Hey, blood and guts," exclaimed Lilem. "Looks like you got what you wanted."
"Oh, Lilem, you wanted to ask me something earlier?" inquired Migali.
Lilem paused to consider, ignoring the stunned Piett who was standing and not moving.
"Oh, yes, I remember now. I was wondering: if Piett's not in control of the story, and I'm not, who is?"
"Me, of course," said Migali with a smile, as he triumphantly wrote:
THE END
NEXT WEEK: Piett, Lilem, and our hero, Migali, will battle it out for control of the story! But, will the mushy-goody-goody-four-five-and-six-shoes Barney interrupt? And who gets control, anyways? Stay tuned for: TWO POTS OF BALONEY!
"This guys stinks," muttered Lilem, glaring at Migali as she temporarily regained control of the story and wrote:
NEXT WEEK: We stay away from corny titles as Piett and Lilem kill Lt. Migali! But, will Barney interrupt the bloodfest?
"No, no," groaned Piett, gaining control himself and managing to write quickly:
NEXT TIME: Piett kills Lilem and Migali with his Writer's Block, but not before the three save the universe from Blarney!! And-- Baby Poop? Blarney? Piett!-- Heh. Now I'm in control again. Grr... Heh heh. You can't beat the Great Migali! BRUHAHAHA!!!!!
Chapter (?) 2
"What the '(?)' for?" asked Lilem.
"I am not sure as to whether or not these are chapters, episodes, articles, or even some new term yet to be defined. They are similar to chapters, but I put the question mark because I'm not sure."
"Ah, and when did you become the writer?"
"Well," began Piett, sitting back in his chair that did not tilt but tilted now. "It all started when you wrote yourself into the story. When you did that, you were subject to the stimuli in the story, and thus were unable to write, but simply act. While you were disoriented, I grabbed control of the story, as I am an adult and have better control."
"Oh," replied Lilem gloomily. "I see." She sipped a cup of not-coffee that Piett had been drinking a moment before, but it changed into tea, as this not-coffee was alcoholic, and little kids should not be drinking not-coffee anyhow.
"I am not a 'little kid,'" objected Lilem. "And plus, if you have control of the story, send me back and I won't try this again."
Piett chuckled. "Oh, no. I intend to make you sorry first by making you do what you wanted me to do. Then I will send you back, if I want to."
Lilem was about to object, when suddenly a putrid smell entered the room. Lilem wrinkled her nose, but Piett paid it no attention.
"What's that smell?"
"I don't smell anything," Piett calmly said, drinking Lilem's tea. Lilem sniffed around in the air.
"It smells like-- like--"
"Baby Poop," responded Piett automatically, as a green object that was supposed to be a dinosaur but wasn't walked into the room.
"Eeee! Baby Poop!" shrieked Lilem, grabbing Piett's uniform and pulling on it. "But it's supposed to be Baby Bop, not Baby Poop!"
"I, as an adult, have better control and was able to modify the nature of this minion of Barney's. I can't make it disappear, though. Luckily, I made it so I can't smell it."
The doors closed after Baby Poop, but not before another person sneaked in. It was Lieutenant Jay Migali.
"How did you get in here?" Piett asked Migali, confused.
"I wrote him in!" boasted Lilem, crossing her arms, but then changed her mind and grabbed Piett's arm again. "I used all of my concentration to bring in a new element you could not control, because you are inexperienced with fanfic writing, despite your age. Oh, and you can smell Baby Poop now."
Piett turned white and gagged, trying to breath through his uniform, which was water-proof, fire-proof, and airtight. He gagged for lack of oxygen and was forced to breathe the stinky air, which caused him to gag a third time.
"I take it you're not married," frowned Migali. Piett glared, but did not respond.
"Hey, Lieutenant Jay Migali," called Lilem, pronouncing it "Jay-mi Gaw-li." It was the correct pronunciation, of course, and a dedication to a friend of Lilem's from elementary school.
"What is it?" asked Jay, walking around the green not-dinosaur.
"I was wondering--" Lilem said, but the rest of her words were cut off by a roar from Baby Poop. The not-dinosaur charged, trying to ram the three Imperials on her head.
"You're an Imperial now?" Piett asked Lilem, causing Baby Poop's charge to pause.
"I'm wearing a uniform," she pointed out.
"Why so you are," noted Migali, and time resumed.
Baby Poop screamed in fury as the three ran, jumped, and flew out of the way, each one performing a different action. Baby Poop screeched to a halt before she crashed into the wall, and singled out Piett.
"You!" she cried, waving her pudgy not-dinosaur hand.
"Me?" replied Piett meekly, who had run out of Baby Poop's way earlier.
"Yes, you," continued Baby Poop. "You killed Ed, didn't you?"
"Er, yes, I suppose I did."
Baby Poop screamed again and charged at Piett.
In a flash, Piett remembered his temporal distortion blaster, or standard issue Imperial blaster, hanging at his side. He drew it and fired at Baby Poop, just in the nick of time.
Blood and guts splattered everywhere. Piett blinked, surprised.
"Hey, blood and guts," exclaimed Lilem. "Looks like you got what you wanted."
"Oh, Lilem, you wanted to ask me something earlier?" inquired Migali.
Lilem paused to consider, ignoring the stunned Piett who was standing and not moving.
"Oh, yes, I remember now. I was wondering: if Piett's not in control of the story, and I'm not, who is?"
"Me, of course," said Migali with a smile, as he triumphantly wrote:
THE END
NEXT WEEK: Piett, Lilem, and our hero, Migali, will battle it out for control of the story! But, will the mushy-goody-goody-four-five-and-six-shoes Barney interrupt? And who gets control, anyways? Stay tuned for: TWO POTS OF BALONEY!
"This guys stinks," muttered Lilem, glaring at Migali as she temporarily regained control of the story and wrote:
NEXT WEEK: We stay away from corny titles as Piett and Lilem kill Lt. Migali! But, will Barney interrupt the bloodfest?
"No, no," groaned Piett, gaining control himself and managing to write quickly:
NEXT TIME: Piett kills Lilem and Migali with his Writer's Block, but not before the three save the universe from Blarney!! And-- Baby Poop? Blarney? Piett!-- Heh. Now I'm in control again. Grr... Heh heh. You can't beat the Great Migali! BRUHAHAHA!!!!!