Lemuria: The Lost Empire
Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Sun. I do not own Atlantis: The Lost Empire, either.
YAY! I am updating! YAY! To The Reviewers-
Fofa the Wind Goddess- A kachillion is a WHOLE lot! That's all I know! Like, a lot more than a trillion.
Destiny Waterborn-Yes, I will keep writing, but I cannot guarantee that I will keep writing fast.
Now on with the fic!
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Sammi: All right, we're gonna start filming! Ivan, are you ready?
Ivan: Yup!
Sammi: Dora?
Dora: *nods head* 3, 2, 1, and... ACTION!
AROLFT (over the loud speaker): Tonight's dinner will be bacon grease, showers of gravy to follow...who wrote this?
Scriptwriter: *appears out of nowhere* I did! *disappears*
Ivan: *sits down on bed and yawns*
(Agatio slowly emerges from top bunk, glaring at Ivan)
Agatio: You...have disturbed...the DIRT!!!
Ivan: What the...
Agatio: You have disturbed the dirt! You evil evil person! You messed up all my beautiful dirt! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Ivan: What's it doing in my bed?
Agatio (talking very quickly): You ask too many questions! Who are you? How many Djinn do you have? Speed up!
Ivan: Ummmm...
Agatio: I will know soon enough! (takes some dirt off of Ivan's finger and stares at it) These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker! *licks it* And...LINGUIST! THIS IS A BIG OUTRAGE! YOU MUST DISAPPEAR! GO AWAY! NOW! OUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUT!!!!
Ivan: *is pushed right into Navampa*
Navampa: Uh-oh, sat in the dirt, huh?
Agatio: *glares at Ivan*
Navampa: Agatio! I'm disappointed in you! *takes out bar of soap* Watch out! This thing's LOADED!
Agatio: *hisses at the soap*
Navampa: *waves soap around* Back! Back, evil creature! Back to the inky black darkness from which you came!
Agatio: *screams like a girl and hides under covers*
Navampa: *cheerfully* Don't worry about him! *pulls out big saw*
Ivan: Eep!
Navampa: Nice, huh? I hear it can cut through a femur in 28 seconds. I bet I can cut that time in half! *sticks thermometer in Ivan's mouth* Where are you from?
Ivan: Mmm mm mmm.
Navampa: Cool, I've got family up there. You fish?
Ivan: M mmm.
Navampa: Me, I hate fishing. I hate--*is suddenly cut off*
Chichiri: *appears out of nowhere* You hate FISHING!? How COULD you, no da!? FISHING IS A PERFECTLY RESPECTABLE THING TO DO, NO DA!
Sammi: CUT!!!
(Dora stops filming)
Sammi: Chichiri, what the HECK are you doing here!? This is a GOLDEN SUN fic!
Chichiri: Well, you never make any Fushigi Yugi fics, no da.
Sammi: You do have a point there...But still, now I'm gonna have to add to the disclaimer because of you! *clears throat* Disclaimer Continued: I do not own Fushigi Yugi either.
Chichiri: Sorry, no da. *disappears*
Sammi: Okay, now, Navampa, start back at the beginning of the line you were on before you were so rudely interrupted.
(Dora resumes filming)
Navampa: Me, I hate fishing. I hate fish. Hate the icky ones, hate the tasty ones, hate all those scary huge monster ones. *takes out two big jars* I'll need you to fill these up for me.
Ivan: *spits out thermometer* With WHAT!?
AROLFT: Will Ivan Thatch please report to the bridge?
Ivan: ALL RIGHT! Ummm, I mean, darn, we were having such a nice conversation...
Navampa: Nice meeting you
Ivan: Yeah, same to you. *walks out of room*
Sammi: And....CUT! We'll stop here for today!
Ivan: Why?
Sammi: Because I said so.
Piers: AND because she's lazy.
Sammi: Oh, DO shut up, Piers.
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*laughing her head off* sorry about that, but I couldn't resist!
Piers: Sorry about what?
*stops laughing just long enough to answer Piers* I was talking to the readers, dodo brain.
Piers: Yeah, but still, sorry about what?
Putting Chichiri in the chapter. I just thought it would be so funny! *resumes laughing her head off*
Piers: Yeah, that, and he's your favorite FY character.
That too. Anyways, as always plz review! *starts rolling on the floor laughing*
Chichiri: *appears out of nowhere, looking thoroughly annoyed* Hey, It's not THAT funny, no da!
*this only makes me laugh harder*
Chichiri: *disappears, still looking annoyed*
Piers: Somebody get me outta this loony bin!
Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Sun. I do not own Atlantis: The Lost Empire, either.
YAY! I am updating! YAY! To The Reviewers-
Fofa the Wind Goddess- A kachillion is a WHOLE lot! That's all I know! Like, a lot more than a trillion.
Destiny Waterborn-Yes, I will keep writing, but I cannot guarantee that I will keep writing fast.
Now on with the fic!
________________________________________________________________________
Sammi: All right, we're gonna start filming! Ivan, are you ready?
Ivan: Yup!
Sammi: Dora?
Dora: *nods head* 3, 2, 1, and... ACTION!
AROLFT (over the loud speaker): Tonight's dinner will be bacon grease, showers of gravy to follow...who wrote this?
Scriptwriter: *appears out of nowhere* I did! *disappears*
Ivan: *sits down on bed and yawns*
(Agatio slowly emerges from top bunk, glaring at Ivan)
Agatio: You...have disturbed...the DIRT!!!
Ivan: What the...
Agatio: You have disturbed the dirt! You evil evil person! You messed up all my beautiful dirt! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Ivan: What's it doing in my bed?
Agatio (talking very quickly): You ask too many questions! Who are you? How many Djinn do you have? Speed up!
Ivan: Ummmm...
Agatio: I will know soon enough! (takes some dirt off of Ivan's finger and stares at it) These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker! *licks it* And...LINGUIST! THIS IS A BIG OUTRAGE! YOU MUST DISAPPEAR! GO AWAY! NOW! OUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUT!!!!
Ivan: *is pushed right into Navampa*
Navampa: Uh-oh, sat in the dirt, huh?
Agatio: *glares at Ivan*
Navampa: Agatio! I'm disappointed in you! *takes out bar of soap* Watch out! This thing's LOADED!
Agatio: *hisses at the soap*
Navampa: *waves soap around* Back! Back, evil creature! Back to the inky black darkness from which you came!
Agatio: *screams like a girl and hides under covers*
Navampa: *cheerfully* Don't worry about him! *pulls out big saw*
Ivan: Eep!
Navampa: Nice, huh? I hear it can cut through a femur in 28 seconds. I bet I can cut that time in half! *sticks thermometer in Ivan's mouth* Where are you from?
Ivan: Mmm mm mmm.
Navampa: Cool, I've got family up there. You fish?
Ivan: M mmm.
Navampa: Me, I hate fishing. I hate--*is suddenly cut off*
Chichiri: *appears out of nowhere* You hate FISHING!? How COULD you, no da!? FISHING IS A PERFECTLY RESPECTABLE THING TO DO, NO DA!
Sammi: CUT!!!
(Dora stops filming)
Sammi: Chichiri, what the HECK are you doing here!? This is a GOLDEN SUN fic!
Chichiri: Well, you never make any Fushigi Yugi fics, no da.
Sammi: You do have a point there...But still, now I'm gonna have to add to the disclaimer because of you! *clears throat* Disclaimer Continued: I do not own Fushigi Yugi either.
Chichiri: Sorry, no da. *disappears*
Sammi: Okay, now, Navampa, start back at the beginning of the line you were on before you were so rudely interrupted.
(Dora resumes filming)
Navampa: Me, I hate fishing. I hate fish. Hate the icky ones, hate the tasty ones, hate all those scary huge monster ones. *takes out two big jars* I'll need you to fill these up for me.
Ivan: *spits out thermometer* With WHAT!?
AROLFT: Will Ivan Thatch please report to the bridge?
Ivan: ALL RIGHT! Ummm, I mean, darn, we were having such a nice conversation...
Navampa: Nice meeting you
Ivan: Yeah, same to you. *walks out of room*
Sammi: And....CUT! We'll stop here for today!
Ivan: Why?
Sammi: Because I said so.
Piers: AND because she's lazy.
Sammi: Oh, DO shut up, Piers.
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*laughing her head off* sorry about that, but I couldn't resist!
Piers: Sorry about what?
*stops laughing just long enough to answer Piers* I was talking to the readers, dodo brain.
Piers: Yeah, but still, sorry about what?
Putting Chichiri in the chapter. I just thought it would be so funny! *resumes laughing her head off*
Piers: Yeah, that, and he's your favorite FY character.
That too. Anyways, as always plz review! *starts rolling on the floor laughing*
Chichiri: *appears out of nowhere, looking thoroughly annoyed* Hey, It's not THAT funny, no da!
*this only makes me laugh harder*
Chichiri: *disappears, still looking annoyed*
Piers: Somebody get me outta this loony bin!
